She is a girl who sells noodles at a stall, she is the only one left after her father died, fortunately there is such a craft, in order to survive every day to go out to set up a stall to sell noodles, sometimes the business is sold out quickly, but sometimes she can't go out to set up a stall on a rainy day.

Feng Shu shook his head, "No need. ”

It's just that just as he was about to leave, it rained, and Feng Shu had to go in to hide from the rain.

"Girl, there are unforeseen storms in the sky, I wonder if I can hide in the rain in the fall?"

She smiled and said, "Okay." ”

She cleaned up the table and let Feng Shu sit down, and poured another bowl of pear blossom tea, Feng Shu was a little distracted with the bowl of pear blossom tea, he asked, "Do you like pear blossoms very much?" ”

She nodded and said, "The aroma of pear blossoms is very light, and it smells very pleasant." ”

Feng Shu didn't say anything, but the spring rain outside the house continued, and the rain didn't stop.

After a bowl of pear blossom tea, Feng Shu looked at the girl and looked at the gloomy clouds outside the door, and asked, "Girl, what are you worried about?" ”

She turned her head and sighed: "I'm most annoyed by the rainy day, so I can't go out to set up a stall and sell noodles." ”

Feng Shu looked at the dough on the table and said with a smile: "Then why don't the girl make a bowl of noodles for me!" ”

She looked at Feng Shu's face in a trance, and nodded solemnly: "Please wait a while." ”

The aroma of pear blossoms in the house lingers for a long time, and it rains continuously outside.

The raindrops on the eaves fell to the ground and gathered into a puddle of mud.

The girl held a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles in front of him: "Childe, the noodles are ready." ”

Feng Shu looked at the bowl of Yangchun noodles and asked, "Girl, but are you from Yangzhou?" ”

She said: "Yes, when I was a child, because of the drought in Yangzhou, there was no harvest in the field, but my father and mother had to take me and my young brother to the imperial capital, but once I went out with my mother to set up a stall, I met a bully, he wanted to marry me as his concubine, I did not follow him, he sent someone to arrest my father, my father and mother were old, and he was beaten to death, poor my young brother was unfortunately killed by him, and then I was fortunate to save my life by a son, so I had to escape from the imperial capital here. ”

She burst into tears as she spoke, and gently wiped the corners of her eyes with the corners of her clothes: "Let the son see and laugh." ”

Feng Shu raised his eyes and saw that the rain had stopped.

Standing up, he took out a piece of silver from his bosom: "This is face money." ”

The girl shook her head: "It's enough for Childe to listen to me say these words, and there is no need to pay for noodles." ”

Feng Shu put the silver on the table, "Let's take it!" ”

The girl didn't shirk it, but the silver was enough to buy a lot of Yangchun noodles, and she turned over and found that all the silver was not enough.

Said helplessly: "Childe, this bowl of Yangchun noodles is three dollars, but Childe gave a little too much." ”

Feng Shu didn't say anything, she walked straight out, she turned around and picked up an oil-paper umbrella in the corner of the house, caught up with him and smiled: "Childe, it's rainy in early spring, I'm afraid I don't know when the rain will fall, you can hold this oil-paper umbrella in case of emergency." ”

Feng Shu nodded, took the oil-paper umbrella, and gradually walked away holding the oil-paper umbrella.

Feng Shu remembered in a trance that there was a name engraved on the umbrella, Tao Yao.

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

Later, Feng Shu met her, she was selling oil-paper umbrellas at that time, and it was also a rainy day, Feng Shu did not bring an umbrella, so she simply prepared to go to the stall to buy an oil-paper umbrella.

But when he saw the woman selling umbrellas, he was slightly stunned, and he asked, "Girl, how much is the oil-paper umbrella?" ”

She looked up at him and smiled slightly: "Ten cents." ”

He handed her ten cents and asked, "Why did you sell oil-paper umbrellas?" ”

Her eyes faded with mist: "Business is not good, many people don't eat noodles anymore, so I ......"

Feng Shu sighed, and he asked, "Would you like to go back with me?" ”

She shook her head: "No, I'm fine here, thank you for your kindness." ”

When Feng Shu was about to visit her a few days later, he found that she no longer set up a stall there to sell oil-paper umbrellas.

Feng Shu inquired and found out that when she was selling oil-paper umbrellas that day, she met the original bully again, and this time she couldn't escape.

When Feng Shu searched all over the imperial capital, in a ruined temple in Kyoto, he found the dying Taoyao.

At this time, she was lifeless, only a pair of empty eyes were staring at the Bodhisattva statue in the broken temple, Feng Shu walked over quickly and hugged her, her tone was full of worry: "Girl, what's going on?" ”

Tao Yao was slightly stunned when she saw that it was Feng Shu, and then said with her only strength: "Childe, why are you here......?"

Feng Shu asked, "How did you become like this?" ”

Tao Yao smiled weakly: "Childe, my name is Tao Yao." ”

Feng Shu nodded vigorously: "I know, that oil-paper umbrella has your name engraved on it." ”

Tao Yao looked at him with a smile and said, "Can you ask Gongzi to write a poem for the little girl." ”

Feng Shu didn't know what she meant, thought about it and sighed and said: "Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc, the road is endless." Keep each other for a long time, keep each other for a long time, and tell the heartfelt and parting from the dead. ”

Tao Yao was in his arms and never opened his eyes again, and Feng Shu found out later.

Tao Yao came to Dijing because of him, but the bully wanted to rob her as a concubine, but Tao Yao was beaten by him and died, and finally fell to the broken temple to fend for herself.

Later he took that poem to heart.

It's just that one day he saw a woman in the restaurant who looked like Tao Yao, so he remembered the poem and simply read it out, but he never thought that he would be listened to inadvertently.

Now that I heard Rong Yan reciting that poem, I only felt a little in a trance, and vaguely remembered the woman again.

Rong Yan was a little cramped, looked at Feng Shu opposite, and asked, "I heard that Feng Gongzi has always liked to compose poems, I wonder if Rong Yan can ask Feng Gongzi to write a poem today?" ”

Feng Shu raised his eyes and glanced at her, then lowered his head again: "It's just a poem written casually when I'm bored, I'm afraid it's difficult to get into the elegant hall." ”

Rong Yan was a little embarrassed, and Rong Hua said lightly: "Sister, how can you be so nonsense." ”

Yun Ting's eyes were full of disdain and said, "Why should the county lord of Changle be strong. ”

Jiang Lianyi's eyes rolled and said, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is serious, and the county lord just wants to appreciate the demeanor of the third prince of Feng." ”

Yun Ting's face was very ugly, and Rong Yan chuckled: "What Miss Jiang said is, how can the prince say so much, I just often hear that the poems of the third prince of Feng are a must of Dayan, and today I don't know if there is a chance to get a poem from the third prince of Feng?" ”

Yun Ting snorted coldly, somehow he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he was a little surprised, he and Feng Shu and Rong Hua often wrote poems together, but Rong Yan admired Feng Shu.

Rong Yan has never looked at him since he was a child, it can be said that he is very disgusted with him, and he is also very disliked by Rong Yan since that day.

Seeing this, Jiang Lianyi hurriedly said: "The scenery on the lake today is infinitely good, why don't I write a poem for everyone?" ”

Rong Hua shook the folding fan, "That's very good." ”

Jiang Lianyi took a deep breath and said, "Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

Jiang Lianyi smiled lightly: "I'm stupid, I don't know how to write any poems, I can only learn from the poems of the ancients, so I also hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and you Haihan." ”

Feng Jing suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Miss Jiang, but the most talented woman in Dayan, how can she still learn from the poems of the ancients." ”

Jiang Lianyi's brows furrowed imperceptibly, and then he began: "The sixth prince said that he laughed, if you want to say that the most talented woman in Dayan is the county lord of Changle." ”

Rong Yan saw Jiang Lianyi mention her, and frowned: "Miss Jiang is really good at joking." ”

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