Lu Qiao snorted coldly in her heart, what kind of rules, it is clear that she is relying on her title of the master, doing evil, and disregarding people's lives! Although he was angry in his heart, Lu Qiao knew that the strong dragon could not suppress the ground snake. If you want to save that little Daogu, you still follow her.

"This beating has also been beaten, scolded and scolded, and the lesson that should be taught has naturally been learned. You have a lot of adults, spare her this time. ”

As soon as he heard Lu Qiao's words, the people who were friends with this beaten little Taoist aunt on weekdays also knelt down and pleaded for mercy. The rest of the Taoist sisters in the hall looked at each other for a while, and they also knelt down to plead. They know that this little Daogu's today is likely to be their own tomorrow.

"Lord, just spare her this time!"

The voices of pleading in the hall came and went, and the viewer originally planned to drag this matter and bring out something else. At this time, in this scene, if she still pursues the matter of the little Dao Gu, I am afraid that it will arouse the anger of the whole audience. Now I have to go downhill.

"This is the end of today's affairs, and if he has another incident in the future, he will not be forgiven."

Seeing that the viewer was finally relieved, Lu Qiao was relieved, and his heart was relieved. Turning his head to see that Xiao Daogu was carried out by a few good Dao Gu, he couldn't help but sigh. How long will it take to lie in bed to recover?

The viewer leaned over to Lu Qiao's side with a sneer and said, "Miss Lu Qiao, go back and thank your wife for me." ”

"This is nature, the Lord is so bodhisattva-hearted, and the green warp should be a few beautiful words." Lu Qiao deliberately accentuated the words "Bodhisattva's heart".

The viewer is not uncomfortable, after all, he has seen a lot of wind and waves, so he naturally will not disturb his mood because of a few words from this little girl. She walked out of the hall happily with the golden hairpin.

Lu Qiao looked at her back, "puffed" to the ground, and followed out of the main hall.

Since that day, the eldest lady has gone up the mountain from time to time to stew chicken soup for Yu Youwei, and with her blessing, Yu Youwei's body has been well after a few days of rest.

The old doctor went up the mountain again to check her pulse, and when he saw that she had recovered, he went down the mountain after a few words of advice and never came again.

Although the days have returned to calm, the hatred in Yu Youwei is getting deeper and deeper.

It was late autumn and the weather was cold, so the Taoist aunt in the temple changed into thicker clothes, and the color of the clothes was still the same color. In the past, Yu Youwei couldn't see the dark clothes, it was too dull, and there was no trace of life. But she has been in this view for a long time, and she is used to watching it.

Yu Youwei sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and wrote things on the paper intently, and the original vegetable garden behind her was also deserted because she did not care for it during her illness.

Lu Qiao came out of the kitchen, and saw that Yu Youwei was sitting in the courtyard in a thin shirt, and hurriedly went to the house to get a peach-colored cloak and came out. Walked behind Yu Youwei and gently draped it for her.

"It's cold in the yard, and if Madame wants to write something, go to the house to write. This body is just right, what if I get caught the wind chill again? ”

The corners of Yu Youwei's mouth curled up with a smile, and she patted her green hand, "How many days have I been holding back in this room before I came out for a breath, and I want to be talked about like this by you." ”

She put down the pen in her hand, picked up the rice paper on the table, and showed the contents to Lu Qiao.

"Look, how well did I write it?"

Lu Qiao saw that the words on the rice paper were beautiful and long, and the luan was fluttering and phoenixy, which made people amazed. It's a pity that I can't read and write, so I can't read what is written at all. It would be great if I could do this kind of dancing and writing. Thinking of this, her face couldn't help but show a little envy.

Seeing her strange expression, Yu Youwei hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" But it's not well written? ”

"Where is not good, is very good. I just envy Madame that you can write such impressive words, and I don't even know a single big word. Lu Qiao said, his face full of loss.

Yu Youwei put down the rice paper in her hand, and an idea suddenly popped up in her head. "How about I teach you to read?"

As soon as Lu Qiao heard this, he immediately jumped up with surprise on his face. "Really?"

Yu Youwei looked at her, as if she saw her little self back then, and listened to the master ask herself, "Can I teach you to compose poetry?" "What it looks like. But everything can't go back, although she felt a little sad in her heart, she still said with a smile on her face: "Naturally, you can't call me Xuanji, and now you and I are no longer suitable to call each other master and servant." In this way, I will teach you to read, and you call me Master, not everything is fine. ”

Lu Qiao nodded like a chicken pecking rice, lowered his head and shouted those two words shyly. "Division... Fu..."

Yu Youwei couldn't help but smile dumbly when she looked at her, and it took a while to recover. When I looked up, I saw Lu Qiao looking at her with a shy face, straightened up, and pointed to a tree not far from him: "My good apprentice, go to the bottom of that tree and dig out the wine that the teacher has buried." ”

Midori hurriedly ran to the tree, pointed to the location under his feet, and asked, "But here?" ”

"Yes."

Hearing Yu Youwei's affirmative answer, she ran to the house and took out a flower shovel and began to dig hard, and it didn't take long to dig up a hard thing. She thought to herself, this is probably the master buried wine here.

She gently brushed the dirt off the lid of the wine with her hand, and only then did she see the true appearance of the lid. She picked up the shovel again to shovel the soil around the can, and as she shoveled, she asked, "Why does Master want to bury a jar of wine here!" ”

Yu Youwei turned around, supported the stone table on her elbows, supported her cheeks with her hands, lowered her eyes and slowly said: "This is buried in the spring of the first year I entered the view, thinking that when he came to pick me up, I dug it out and drank it, but I didn't expect it to be buried and dragged to today." ”

She raised her eyes and looked at the tree in front of her, it was late autumn, there was no fruit on the tree, and the leaves had turned yellow, and the wind blew through the residual leaves and drifted down with them. When I planted it myself, it was still a small apricot sapling, which is really a time flies.

Lu Qiao's hand paused slightly, and he hurriedly resumed his hand movements. Although Yu Youwei only said one word, Lu Qiao already understood in her heart who the person she was talking about was. It's been a long time since I've heard her talk about this person again, and even though her tone is very flat, Lu Qiao still knows that she can't let go of everything.

With great difficulty, the jar was dug out, and Lu Qiao carefully took it out of the hole and placed it on the ground. After brushing all the dirt off the jar with his hands, he walked to the stone table with it and placed it on the stone table.