Today's Jinling City has changed a lot, although it is peaceful, it lacks the prosperity of the past. Mainly because of the turmoil of the dynasty, when the crown prince died of illness, it was the son of the prince who took over the country, but the prince only reigned for three years, and was usurped by King Yan, that is, his uncle, and moved the capital to Beijing.

proves that Mu Qingyi's vision is not wrong, with King Yan's temperament and ruthlessness, he is the final winner.

Everything has changed, only the Fortune Inn in the city, the guest officials who come and go, are endless, as if there is a special attraction, just like the lively and crowded back then, and the idlers have always drunk tea, listened to books and watched plays here, passing the idle time.

At the foot of the inn stood a plain-robed woman, whose skirt was as pink as a hibiscus stamen, leaving only a vast white shirt. She is in her thirties, and the age charm of a half-aged has not diminished back then. Stepping into the door of the inn with slow steps, the shopkeeper greeted her with a smile as soon as he saw her: "Mrs. Ning, I see you again, what do you want to taste today?" ”

Obviously, she was already a regular customer here.

Ning Chuxun smiled, but there was not a trace of wrinkles on his face, if he didn't look carefully, it seemed that his skin was still as white as clotted fat in the age of Hua Xin, which made the lady of the same age envious, "As usual, let's serve a white sugar cake, so that the mouth is not so bitter." ”

"Great!" The shopkeeper is going to work.

"Wait!" She stopped Ling Er and asked slowly, "Is the young man who has been reading the day before yesterday still here?" Normally, he started to talk before he was ready, but now he has to go to Shen, why hasn't he seen it yet? ”

"Oh, that young man, he got married today! Since then, he has settled down and no longer comes out to wander books. The shopkeeper turned around and giggled, and said with a spring breeze on his face, as if he was marrying.

It's just a meeting with him, and I wish him a good moon and a happy life. She raised the corners of her mouth in silence, the smile on her face slightly sunken.

The second said smoothly: "Madame, don't be disappointed, although the young man of the book is not here, there is an old man who replaces him, and he is full of rumors!" Don't worry about it! ”

As he spoke, there was an uproar of applause in the hall, and an old man with a white beard ushered in a white-bearded man, walking on crutches with a scroll in his hand, with a calligraphy of ink, it seems that he is the old master who retired from the school.

"Well, Mrs. Ning, mine is him, and this old man will be in the inn in the future." The two snorted at him.

Ning Chuxun nodded to show understanding, sat upright, and listened to the story of the old man peacefully:

“… On that day, the nameless thief stole the gold, silver and jewelry in the palace and was about to flee, and with a 'clang', a bolt of lightning fell, and the stolen gold and silver fell to the ground like a waterfall. When he fixed his eyes, there was lightning wherever there was, but a pair of knights appeared in front of him, and one of the male knights shouted loudly: 'Thief, I see where you are fleeing!' The thief's jaw was cold, and the female warrior's sword was sharp. The pair of thieves raised their eyes, and they were held hostage by a man wearing a mask of the full sun, and a woman wearing a mask of a half-crescent moon, and they were so frightened that they knelt down and begged for mercy, "Chivalry, chivalrous woman begs to be spared...... and the woman reprimanded: "Spare you?" Isn't it connivance, today this chivalrous woman must kill the thief! After the uproar, the sword was swung on his body, and the thief thought that he would die today, but who knew that the woman only shredded the bright robe, and cut it into a cloth rope one by one, and tied the thief with all kinds of flowers. Soon, when the house slaves in the palace chased after them, they only saw the bound thieves who were sitting and waiting to be killed, and there was no trace of the pair of male and female knights. Later, not only the royal family saw this pair of knights, but also the people in the city, because the pair of knights helped the needy, subdued the hooligans, arrested thieves, and did everything as long as it was a good deed. It's a pity that no one has seen the true face of this pair of chivalrous warriors. Relying only on their masks, the reputation of 'Sun and Moon Heroes' spreads..."

Shurao describes how the thief is sneaky, and how the "Sun and Moon Heroes" are vivid, but unfortunately the audience doesn't buy it, and it's not because this chivalrous story is fake. Because the listeners in the audience have long listened to the story of "Sun and Moon Heroes", don't listen to it, many people have already seen the Twin Heroes.

Among them, an impatient audience took the lead in speaking: "We have all seen and respected the 'Sun and Moon Heroes'!" You can pick up a fresh story that you haven't heard before! ”

Ning Chuxun smiled slightly, in the ground, there is no one more familiar with the sun and moon than her.

"yes, let's talk about it separately! Don't live for most of your life, talking about old things. There was a chorus below.

The old man saw that everyone had indicated that they wanted to listen to the new story, after all, it was also true, and he was tired of telling the story of the Sun and Moon Heroes, let alone anyone who listened to it. Unable to withstand the shouting of everyone, the old man stroked his white beard and pretended to be deep, and took out a book from his cloth bag.

Everyone can only see the back, not the title of the book, and when the old man of the book shows the cover, it is written with the four big words "Pearls in the Palm".

"The old man has lived a long life, so I will tell you a strange story......"

Everyone saw him playing tricks and applauded: "The title of this book is interesting!" Tell me carefully, and we'll all listen. Then they all sat down quietly and listened to him again.

Ning Chuxun took a sip of tea and also aroused interest.

The deep and lengthy tone slowly opens the story:

"The story originated from the Beidou Mountain, according to legend, at the peak of the Beidou Mountain, it is so high that you can't see the top, and the person who climbs the mountain seems to be the nine-fold immortal who is going to the realm. There are four different stones standing on the top of the mountain all the year round, everyone has the four different stones that are quite spiritual, it can be described as a divine stone, the person who finds the four divine stones, immortality is secondary, the important thing is to be able to become an immortal and cultivate the spirit, and the stone is gold...... How do you find these four sacred stones? It's not difficult, the aura of the four divine stones is attached to a flute and a sword, a hairpin and a stone, the flute is a jade flute, the sword is a Huajian, the hairpin is a butterfly hairpin, and the stone is a black stone.

The sound of Lang Lang's story faintly came from the second shop to greet the guest officer, "Oh, lovely girl, it's the first time to come to the store, sit inside!" ”

All the eyes of the rao are focused on the scholar, devoting themselves to the story of "the pearl in the palm of the hand", no one paid attention to a girl who came to the door, only about ten years old, but bold, no family entourage, wearing a white and pink Luo skirt, combing black hanging hair, smiling Yingying carried a flower basket into the inn alone, the flower basket put the white hibiscus branches that had just been folded, leaning on her snow-white skirt because of the movement and swaying gently, it can be described as the icing on the cake.

The girl found a place, and also occupied a seat for the white hibiscus flower basket, and listened to the big words as attentively as those who listened to the book, and the others were all interested in listening to it, only the girl smiled contemptuously, and suddenly got up and said: "Don't listen to this old man's nonsense, he is still red-tongued and white-mouthed, jumping ugly, where are there any divine stones in the world, where are there any cultivators, he is fooling you!" ”

Everyone thought it was a bold daughter who disturbed the order, and when she heard the prestige, she was just a horned girl, with age, born to be unearthly, and her behavior was slippery.

This move also swept away the interest of the listeners, and the scholar saw that it was a naughty girl who came to dismantle the table, so he was afraid of her, so he hurriedly stepped off the stage and confronted him angrily: "Bad girl, how old are you, how many things have you gone through, why do you come to point at people!" He patted the cover of the scroll in his hand again, "This is recorded by the ancestors in black and white, why am I talking nonsense!" ”

The girl put her hands behind her back, learned to look like a big man and turned behind the old man, and smiled smartly: "I'm not careful, but as soon as I hear your story, I know that you are nonsense!" What kind of divine stone cultivates immortals, turning stones into gold, it is purely charming! I'll give you a stone, and you'll turn it into gold for me!" ”

"I'm talking nonsense, could it be that you are still a fairy sent by the Jade Emperor?"

"Naturally, I am not a fairy sent by the Jade Emperor, I am a fairy sent by my father!" She took advantage of the old man's defense, snatched the scroll in his hand, flipped it twice, and the reflection of her spiritual eyes was blank, and she smiled and tore the scroll into shredded paper and threw it to everyone, gargling like snowflakes, "Don't you want to read the story of the Divine Stone!" Now there is a blessing for the eyes! ”

When everyone picked up the pages and read them, they turned them over and over, and they were all thousands of blank papers.

The god of the stone, but empty talk.

"It's not credible!" The crowd disdained to linger and dispersed.

Ning Chuxun was calm, sitting quietly in his seat, smiling at such a farce. For some reason, there was a fog in his eyes, and two wet lines slipped out of the corners of his eyes. She saw the girl carry the basket of flowers, and walk out of the inn, and the hibiscus in the basket was so fresh and delicate, like a human being, blooming brilliantly and plainly. Ning Chuxun blinked, and a vague white shadow seemed to drift away from each other.

After staring at it for a long time, she didn't come back to her senses. I felt that girl was like myself and like him. Didn't I know him in this inn because of the book, and that girl didn't have the character of a young man, as smooth and clever as an earthworm?

When Ning Chuxun left the inn, she stood under the signboard, looking up at the four big characters of "Fortune Inn", as if a ray of light pierced her, and the pain penetrated her whole body. It is true that the plaque is "good luck", but it is "floating clouds" in the bones.

Ningjiazhuang, the wind blows the old roof beams, the rain deflects the rubble, it has gone through the washing of the years, the old things are new, under the eaves, the children's laughter is intertwined into a nursery rhyme, that is the children of Cai'er, and the children of Rong Chang's hatred, they are all about the same age, today the school does not go to school, they have a lot of fun.

In the midst of the jokes, a proud boy's voice came out: "No one knows who the 'Sun and Moon Heroes' are, I know they are my parents!" ”

Oh, this is Rong Chang's hateful eldest son, who loves to dance and play with swords very much, and he will be a hero like his father in the future.

People are old, Ning Chuxun, who walked on the road back to Ningjiazhuang, usually only needs a quarter of an hour, but now he is so tired that he is panting, and it took twice as much time. When she returned to the front of the village, a white figure holding the blue of the hibiscus flower appeared in front of her.

The delicate flower basket was placed on the steps, and the white back turned around and met Ning Chuxun directly.

"Girl, hello..."Ning Chuxun greeted with a smile, walked to the side of the steps, stroked the white hibiscus in the basket, took the girl's hand and squatted down and looked up with a smile.

"Hello Auntie!" The girl also greeted Ning Chuxun and smiled very brightly. This smile, the exquisite aura that emanates from the smile between the facial features, suddenly makes people's eyes shine.

"You brought this basket of flowers?" Ning Chuxun asked gently.

The girl nodded childishly.

Ning Chuxun asked again: "In previous years, when the hibiscus was in season, those flowers were also sent by you?" ”

The girl nodded again, "In the past, my father accompanied me, but this year I sent it alone, because my father and I have grown up." ”

"Can you tell Auntie your name?"

The girl's eyes shone brightly, and she smiled happily: "My name is Jin'er, because my father loves a clump of hibiscus flowers planted in the yard of the house, so he named me Gao Jin'er." ”

"Jin'er, Jin'er......" Ning Chu searched for the name twice, his heartstrings seemed to be a shadow puppet being carried by someone, he trembled involuntarily, tears were slightly flashing, and he asked in a choked voice: "Your father, how are you now?" ”

She laughed, "They're fine!" ”

Jin'er didn't know if she was wrong, and when she saw the aunt in front of her quietly crying, she remembered that her father had told her not to talk to the living after coming to this villa, so she politely said goodbye to Chu Xun, "Auntie, I'm going back to the city, my father's business is busy, and I have to go to other families to deliver flowers." ”

Ning Chuxun nodded, picked up the fifteenth flower basket, and Jin'er's white clothes fluttered more and more in her eyes, as beautiful as a vast snowflake falling. When she floated under the maple tree in front of her, the red leaves swaying in the wind rippled through the gaps, mottled and cast light and shadow of varying thickness, and those lights and shadows fell in Ning Chuxun's eyes, as if she had seen a heavy turbulent time......

In the old days, the beggar in rags was resting under the maple tree with a long grass in his mouth, and Ning Chuxun walked over to call him "beggar", and the sunlight danced lightly through the cracks in the leaves, lighting up the good time when they first met. From then on, he fascinated her at a glance, and even the sunshine radiated the light of love at first sight.

She loved hibiscus, so he worked as a gardener for her, protecting the flowers and also protecting people.

It goes without saying that it is safe.

However, she vividly remembers that the farewell in the snow was like ice and snow melting into water, slipping away from her fingertips and inexorably gone.

"Chuxun, do you know why I used to be the most beautiful place in the world, just because there is you in this village, you are the most beautiful scenery. It's a pity that I didn't have the blessing to linger in the most beautiful scenery in the world..."He held her in his arms for the last time, as if to reunite her broken heart, but to no avail.

Ning Chuxun's tears wet his chest, as cold as snow water, her words were profound for the rest of her life, "I returned Rong Chang's hatred to Zhou Xianyue, but no one was willing to return me a Gao Linfeng." Our story is so dramatic, if it weren't for the fragrance of a hundred miles, you and I would not be safe and sound, and our choice has been turned into a wreckage with a hundred miles of fragrance. I don't have the right to stay, and you don't have a reason to stay..."

The autumn breeze swept away these memories along with the dust, and the maple leaves in the distance rustled and sang songs, happily puzzled by the amorous customs, showing people its graceful dancing.

The wind comes, the leaves move, and the shadows sway......

The swaying leaf shadow seems to reflect a beggar boy, he is sitting on the stone pier as he was back then, the cloth is still ragged, and he still does not forget to hold a long grass in his mouth, the sun shines through the gap on him as usual, she smiles brightly, the sun fills the dimples on her cheeks, and calls in the tone of the year: "Beggar..."

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