It has been raining for several days in the capital of Kyoto, and the spring drizzle is like oil, continuous, like a bead that is constantly cut. Everything is shrouded in rain and mist. The silence became more and more boring, and only the sound of rain was left between heaven and earth.

In the continuous rain, the stones by the river have grown moss marks, and they are green and dotted. The mist in the river curled and spread. The light mist is like smoke, and the dense rain is like scattered silk.

Wen Qingwu stood on the moss-stained stone and quietly looked at the clear pond in front of him. There are lotus leaves spread out on it, like a green fan. The raindrops hit the top, crystal clear like pure tourmaline, slipped into a pool of clear water hoarded in the middle of the lotus leaves.

The maid next to her held a bamboo-colored Luo umbrella in her right hand and covered Wen Qingwu's head. She hunched her back slightly and hung her head, the drizzle next to her had already wet her left arm, and the light Luo shirt was stained with rain and stuck to her arm, and the river breeze blew through and chilled. The maid shuddered.

When can I go back......

The maid quietly raised her eyelids and looked at Wen Qingwu standing next to her. Dressed in a purple satin breast-length skirt and covered with an iris-colored light gauze gown, her face is so beautiful. He stood straight and looked at the pond with a pair of pure and shining eyes. Put your hands crossed in front of your abdomen, and your posture is upright and elegant.

"Wen Cairen, it's cold outside, and the cold by the river is heavy. Beware of colds. The maid said cautiously.

Wen Qingwu heard the voice next to her, she touched her clothes that had been wet by the drizzle, and was silent. Still quietly looking at the pond in the rain and mist.

I woke up last night and didn't sleep all night. To this day, my heart is still terrified. Unbelievable, the cold touch on her wrist made her realize that it wasn't a dream.

Wen Qingwu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The cool air mixed with light mist inhaled into the chest cavity is refreshing.

Still confused. She could only suppress the fear and overwhelm brought to her by this sudden strangeness.

The more distraught she was, the more calm she looked.

Seeing that there was no sound, the maid lowered her head and continued to stare at the moss-strewn stones.

There are flowers on the magnolia tree next to it, which have been knocked down by the wind and rain and fall on the green bamboo-colored umbrella. With a "snap", he slid to the edge of the umbrella and fell next to Wen Qingwu's green rusty peony heavy platform.

Wen Qingwu lowered his head and looked at the magnolia next to his feet.

The drizzle and wet clothes are invisible, and the idle flowers are silent when they fall to the ground.

This verse, which has been passed down through the ages, they certainly no one knows.

Wen Qingwu turned his head and continued to look at the river. The rain falls on the water, splashing in clusters. Soon it fell silent again. Rise again.

She raised her onion-like fingers, pressed her temples, frowned slightly, and said slowly: "What is this river pond called?" ”

The palace maid raised her head with a hanging head, glanced at the river and quickly lowered it again, pursed her lips, and said, "If you are a person who returns to the talent, it is called Taiye Pool." ”

Really.

Wen Qingwu watched the rain for a while. He lifted his cloak that had been blown by the wind.

"Go back." She said.

The maid hurriedly stepped back half a step to the side, raised the Luo umbrella and hit Wen Qingwu's head.

Wen Qingwu turned around and took a big stride. Before the leg was on the ground, he quickly paused, slowly retracted the leg he had taken, and stepped on the mossy stone in small steps.

Out of the river, will be on the way to the palace. Wen Qingwu saw a hurried figure in the distance. Back off? Obviously impolite.

Wen Qingwu lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet with his eyebrows. The road was paved with stones, and it became shiny and colorful in the rain.

The maid followed behind, and after a while, she said "ah", and looked at the same road not far ahead: "Talented, it seems that a lady is coming." ”

When the words fell, no echo was heard, and the maid looked at Wen Qingwu. Seeing that she was still hanging her head, staring at the stones on the ground, she didn't say a word.

"Talented, a girl is here!" The maid was a little anxious, and her voice became louder: "We have to quickly retreat and salute!" ”

Wen Qingwu came back to her senses, looked back at the maid, and said, "What mother?" Where. ”

The palace maid was so anxious that she was about to stomp her feet. Stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to point, he only clenched his fist and pointed forward with his index finger: "It seems to be Zheng Zhaorong and Yang Zhaoyi!" "How did you get such a stupid master!

Wen Qingwu turned around leisurely and saw two gorgeously dressed women surrounded by servants who had already walked closer. Hunched his back and retreated to the side, according to the appearance in his memory, he bent down slightly and saluted: "I have seen Zheng Zhaorong and Yang Zhaoyi." ”

Yang Zhaoyi walked in front, and her steps were very urgent. didn't look at Wen Qingwu, only turned his head to Zheng Zhaorong, who was a step behind her, and said, "Do you think that the concubine will be angry with Concubine Shu this time?" ”

Zheng Zhaorong shook his head and said, "I don't know." Saying that, he paused: "Sister, are we really not going to find Wang Zhaoyuan?" ”

"What are you looking for her?" Yang Zhaoyi glanced at Zheng Zhaorong: "She is close to Concubine Shu, if Concubine Niangniang is angry with Concubine Shu, we will go with her now, maybe the anger of Concubine will burn on you and me later!" ”

The concubine's temperament is really inaccurate.

When Zheng Zhaorong heard this, he did not persuade again. Follow her on.

Passing by Wen Qingwu, he turned his head to see that she was still saluting, and nodded gently at her. He whispered, "Let's go." ”

"Yes." Wen Qingwu responded and stood up straight.

When Yang Zhaoyi heard Zheng Zhaorong's words, she turned her head and glanced at Wen Qingwu, her gaze touched her face, and she was amazed. Soon, he retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward with Zheng Zhaorong.

"Who is this?" Yang Zhaoyi turned her head and asked. No matter how you call yourself. Now the little girl is becoming more and more rude.

Zheng Zhaorong shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Yang Zhaoyi smiled: "Tell me." Is there anything else in this palace that you don't recognize? ”

Zheng Zhaorong glanced at Yang Zhaoyi helplessly, his lips pursed, and he spoke.

Wen Qingwu couldn't hear the latter words, she only heard Zheng Zhaorong's previous sentence.

It seems to be the Wen Cai man who fell into the water, Wen Qingwu.

She looked at the back that had already passed. The skirts of the spring shirts wet the hems of their skirts in the rain. As they drifted away, they could only see the expressions of the two of them turning their heads and talking from time to time. or anxious, or smiling.

Wen Qingwu. It's called Wen Qingwu.

The palace maid stood behind Wen Qingwu, holding an umbrella and trying her best to cover the person in front of her. The rain is not heavy, but the wind is strong. It blew her well-tied hair in a bun this morning.

The palace maid followed Wen Qingwu's gaze and looked at the back of the group that had already walked away. He raised his hand and brushed his sideburns. Then he turned his head to look at the back of Wen Qingwu's head.

When will I be able to go back! How can you look at anything and watch it for half a day. Defect......

"Go back." Wen Qingwu said, turning around. Her gaze swept over Xiao Gong's maid, who was already soaking through her shirt. Soaked in water, it clung to her skin. Outline the body that has not yet developed.

The palace maid breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had been pardoned. As soon as he turned around, his hand holding the umbrella was stopped. She looked at Wen Qingwu next to her strangely: "Wen Cairen? ”

Wen Qingwu had already stretched out his hand and took the umbrella in the hand of the palace maid: "I am persistent." ”

Xiao Gongwen looked at Wen Qingwu, who was half a head taller than herself, and her face was a little depressed. Letting go of the Luo umbrella, she hunched over and took a step back.