"Xie Langjun is polite." Wei Baohu gave her a hand and led her to the side of the street, "You have to be more careful when cattle and horses pass through here." The words are sincere, like a grandfather who cares about the safety of his grandchildren.

Yushu's heart warmed, and she raised her eyes to measure the tiger.

His beard was gray, wrinkles were already crawling all over the corners of his eyes, and kindness replaced the heroic spirit that lurked in his eyebrows.

It's really unforgiving. Yushu sighed.

"Xie Langjun is also here to pay homage, right?" Wei Baohu asked with a smile.

His smile made Yushu feel more cordial, "I, I will send "Spring Cow Picture" to Master Futu." ”

Wei Baohu suddenly remembered that Xie Jiulang came to Kyoto with the eldest prince and the master of Futu, which was considered an old acquaintance, so he said: "Oh! Yes, it's almost spring. ”

"I'm here to pay for incense and oil." Without waiting for Yushu to ask, Wei Baohu said to himself: "A friend passed away a few years ago, and I want to ask the Buddha to show mercy and let her not suffer so much in this life in the next life. ”

Friend? Zhao Jin?!

Yushu's eyes were sore, "Is it Hou Ye's best friend?" ”

Wei Baohu groaned slightly, "It's the daughter of my savior." However, my ability is not good, and I can't keep her safe and healthy. ”

The first emperor's favorite daughter county lord, the pearl of the prince's palm, died in Daping Palace. And he, the Marquis of Dingyuan, couldn't kill the murderer for her, so he could only run to Xiangyun Temple to seek comfort. Wei Baohu was deeply ashamed of Zhao Jin, and even more ashamed of Zhao Chang.

Therefore, Wei Baohu came alone and did not mention this matter to anyone. But when he first met Xie Jiulang, he felt that he was like an old friend who had not met for a long time, and he was very deed. even opened up to him and expressed the depression in his heart.

The fate between people is so mysterious. Wei Baohu secretly sighed.

Yushu didn't want him to feel sad for Zhao Jin anymore, so she sniffed, pointed to the jujube red horse, and said in a relaxed tone: "Master Hou, this horse is really a good horse." ”

Wei Baohu put away his sad expression and beat his spirit, "This is a gift from His Majesty the Emperor." He smoothed the horse's mane and said, "He is a good horse with fast feet and spirituality." Raising his eyes to look at Yushu, "Xie Langjun knows Soma?" ”

Yushu shook her head, "I don't understand." But you can still tell the difference between good and bad. "When you see a lot, you will naturally learn to recognize.

A few days ago, when Mr. Hua was drinking in the Humble House, he improvised a tune, which is now widely sung in Kyoto. I don't know if Xie Langjun has heard of it? "Since I met Xie Jiulang, I have to talk about "Xuemei".

At the mention of this, Yushu couldn't help but bow her head and said approvingly: "Mr. Hua's song is cheerful and catchy, even a three-year-old child sings it like a look." It's really a rare good song. ”

Wei Baohu put aside his worries for a while, and his tone was more relaxed, "Yes, yes." I often hear the children singing in unison. Xie Langjun's lyrics and Mr. Hua's music really complement each other. ”

However, at the Yuan Xi banquet, Xie Langjun's song "Lantern Festival" is more in line with Mr. Hua's voice. If you are someone else, I am afraid that you will not be able to sing the charm. "Wei Baohu is not a reckless man who only leads troops to fight and does not understand the customs. In addition, Ding Mei is stained, and the head of the lyrics and songs is the way, like most of the insiders.

Yushu carefully tasted the meaning of Wei Wei's words to capture the tiger, and knew that he was saying that "Lantern Festival" pays attention to skills, and ordinary people can't learn to sing.

That's exactly what happened.

When Yushu made music, she didn't think she would be a household name.

Because "Xuemei" was widely sung before, the people already knew Donggu Xie Yushu. "Lantern Festival" is intended to let those dignitaries remember the number one person Xie Jiu in Jingshanfang.

Yushu said with a smile: ""Lantern Festival" is tailor-made for Mr. Hua. In order to repay his love for "Xuemei". That's true. Hua Cun helped Xie Yushu become famous in Kyoto, and of course she was grateful.

Wei Baohu praised from the bottom of his heart: "Xie Langjun has a grass rank ring, and his virtue is noble and admirable." ”

She didn't just thank you, she mixed it with selfishness. The knot grass title ring can still be received, and the virtuous Gaojie Yushu asked herself if she couldn't afford it, waved her hand again and again, and said: "Hou Ye praises falsely, I dare not be ashamed, I dare not be ashamed." ”

The more Wei Baohu and Xie Jiulang chatted, the more they felt that they hated each other, and said sincerely: "Xie Langjun is willing to enjoy the face and use the tea at the house." ”

Invited by him, Yushu was overjoyed.

As soon as Luming Mountain said goodbye, Yushu had not met with Wei Baohu for more than ten years. She has a stomach full of words that she wants to say to Wei Baohu, but she can't tell all the encounters and discs. But she was still happy, and just wanted to agree, Ciye returned, came to her, and said, "Master Futu invites Lang Jun in." ”

Wei Baohu looked disappointed, "Since that's the case, then don't delay Xie Langjun." Come on in, don't keep Master Futu waiting. ”

Yushu's expression was solemn, "Master Hou, what ...... I'll go to the house in a few mornings to disturb me. ”

Hearing this, Wei Baohu replied again and again: "Okay! Good! He planned to let the two brothers also see the knowledge and talent of the children of the family.

Yushu and Wei Baohu cherished each other, and watched him get on the horse and go away, before entering the Xiangyun Temple with Ciye. The little novice who had been waiting for a long time came forward, folded his hands, and said, "Donor, please come with me." ”

Of course, it is surprising that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy can receive such a courtesy in Xiangyun Temple. Many people cast inquiring glances at her. Yushu Anzhi Ruosu, followed behind the little novice, and walked with his hands in his hands.

One year on the Buddha's birthday, she came to Xiangyun Temple with her grandfather to worship incense.

At that time, she was still young, and she hugged her before, came and went in a hurry, and had no chance to enjoy the scenery in the temple.

This time, Yushu deliberately slowed down and looked closely.

The temple is planted with Bodhi bay leaves, Manjushri turmeric and the major solemn Buddha halls reflect each other. Unfortunately, the season has not yet arrived, and if it coincides with the flowering season, the scenery will be pleasant.

Compared with the gorgeous hall where believers are endless, the monk's house is extremely simple and quiet.

How impetuous the world is.

The morning bell and dusk drums, chanting and meditating, the monks' pious practice of fists and fists are sincerely attached to this blue brick and tile, which makes Yushu feel inexplicably at ease.

The residence of Master Futu is a small courtyard.

Prince Kunal was already waiting in front of the door, and when he saw Yushu from afar, he folded his hands and leaned over with a smile.

When it got closer, Yushu returned the salute, "Prince, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?" ”

Prince Kunal smiled gently: "Good! How is Lang Jun's body? As he spoke, he looked at it carefully, and seeing that Xie Jiulang was still weak, he frowned, and asked with concern, "Not good yet?" ”

"Hua Tuo can only be good when he is alive!" After that, the corners of Yushu's lips curved slightly.

Yushu wanted to tell a joke and make him happy. Prince Kunal smiled, but he was reluctant to do so, which was better than crying.

Prince Kunal has lived in the Central Plains for many years, and he knows that Hua Tuo is a divine doctor, and Xie Jiu's illness is so serious that he can only be cured by a divine doctor, which is not trivial, after Prince Kunal smiled, his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters.

Seeing this, Yushu was silent, blaming herself for not being open-mouthed, and made Prince Kunal worry about her for no reason.

So, after a change of words, he asked happily: "Has the master of Futu seen the spring cow picture I painted?" ”

"Oh, I saw it." Prince Kunal was still sad for Xie Jiu, and his mood was low.

"When the prince was in the Central Plains, Lichun also bit the spring and wore the spring flag, right?"

Liangzhou City is 108,000 miles away from Kyoto, but the folk customs should be similar.

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