Due to Yu is special identity, Qianniuwei, who arrived at Jinghua Nunnery first, did not dare to disturb, and gathered the rice and grain in the open space in front of Jinghua Nunnery, waiting for the arrival of King Jin.

Yushu and the others stopped and stopped, and finally arrived at the first hour. King Jin glanced at the well-trained Qianniuwei without the slightest sound, and smiled approvingly.

Xiao Tian walked in front of the King of Jin, bowed down and said, "Your Highness, the slave and maid go and knock on the door." With that said, Oda beat a drum in his heart. He still thinks of Man Li's sharp mouth, and he still has palpitations. I didn't even let him in the door last time, but it's only been a few days, and he came again, Man Li must have recognized him, what if he didn't let him in?

King Jin waved his hand, "I'll go, you and Yushu are waiting here." ”

Xiao Tian's heart was relieved and he answered.

King Jin was about to leave, Yushu pulled his sleeve nervously, and said, "Liuli, no matter what happens this time, we have to see Shitai." The words were earnest, with a hint of pleading.

Xiao Tian stared at Xie Jiulang out of the corner of his eyes, and when he saw that his eyes were full of eagerness, he couldn't help but be suspicious. It stands to reason that Xie Jiulang is an escort, why is he more nervous than King Jin?

"Last time I was at the post station, I had a relationship with Mrs. Shi. She'll definitely see me. King Jin comforted Yushu softly, his eyes full of pity and smile.

Xiao Tian peeked at King Jin's expression, and his heart sudden. He had never seen King Jin show such a pampering look to anyone at this moment. Could it be that King Jin loves Xie Jiulang?!

Oh, my God! Oda gasped. If it's true, can you kill Zhao Xu alive? Just thinking about it makes me feel good.

Xiao Tian drooped his head and daydreamed, and King Jin picked up the auxiliary title ring on the mountain gate and knocked gently.

The sound of footsteps inside the door gradually approached, and Yushu's heart also rose to her throat.

Squeak - a sound, the door is divided left and right, and it is not Manli who opens the door, but a dumb slave.

King Jin had already prepared a draft to deal with Manli, but he didn't expect it to be Zhang Sheng's face, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing that it was a dumb slave, Yushu came close with mixed feelings, and took a deep look at her, and said, "In the Lower East Valley Xie Jiulang, this is His Royal Highness the King of Jin, who was once a disciple of Master Boruo. ”

A dumb slave is just dumb, not deaf. Her eyes stared at Yushu for a moment, listening carefully.

A few days ago, Antashi predicted that Kyoto would be hit by a drought. His Royal Highness the King of Jin was afraid that the rice grain in the nunnery would not be found, so he made a special trip to send some rice grain and medicinal materials to Shitai in case of emergency. Yushu turned sideways slightly, revealing a stack of rice bags behind her.

The dumb slave's eyes looked at the rice bag and the Qianniu Wei who was standing aside, and his face suddenly sank.

His Royal Highness King Jin used to be a disciple of Master Bo Ruo, but his current identity is not only a high-ranking prince, but also the son of Zhao Xu. I don't know if Mrs. Shi wants to see him.

The mute slave hung his head and bit his lip. Since the death of Zhao Niangzi, Mrs. Shi has hardly stayed at home, chanting day and night, the less and less food is used, the mental wear is great, and the bones of the body are not as good as day by day.

Early this morning, Man Li went into the mountains to pick her favorite wild vegetables for Shi Tai, and she has not come back yet. The dumb slave was worried, and the king of Jin came. Xie Jiulang said so much, she couldn't tell the truth to Shi Tai at all. The dumb slave can't help but be anxious, how can this be good?

Yushu knew the mind of the dumb slave, and asked her softly: "Otherwise, I'll follow you in and explain everything to Shitai, okay?" ”

The dumb slave waved his hand again and again, and Abba Abba rejected Yushu's proposal.

"So, can you borrow a pen and paper and write it down in the future, and present it to Mrs. Shi, okay?"

The mute slave nodded, and closed the door with a clatter. After a while, he took a pen and paper and handed it to Yushu.

Yushu took the wolf hair from the dumb slave's hand, and couldn't help but have hot eyes.

This is the first wolf made by Zhao Jin. The methods and materials for making pens were all obtained from Huo Xunmei, and because she had no experience, she used it three or two times before it split apart. Zhao Jin threw it aside, and forgot about it in a few days. The careful dumb slave put away the wolf's hair, lest Zhao Jin couldn't find it one day.

The dumb slave always silently does every little thing, and always silently touches her.

Yushu sniffed, dipped the split wolf pen in ink, and began to write. When the dumb slave saw that Xie Jiulang also used his left hand, compassion arose. Although the dumb slave doesn't know many words, the words he can write are limited to his own name. But when Zhao Jin was painting, she often waited in front of her and recognized Zhao Jin's font.

Xie Jiulang's handwriting looks exactly the same as that of Zhao Niangzi. The dumb slave was surprised, but he was afraid that he was mistaken, so he patiently waited for him to finish writing and handed it over to the master for careful identification.

The dumb slave was not mistaken, Yushu did use Zhao Jin's font and narrative technique. Not only did she explain her intentions, but she also briefly mentioned the matter of the last time she had a relationship with the empty master at the post station. Written, Yushu read it from beginning to end, and there were no mistakes or omissions, so she handed it over to the dumb slave, and she went to Yu is life to recover.

Sure enough, as Yushu expected, when the dumb slave entered not long ago, she hurried back and invited her and King Jin to enter.

After a few months, Yushu stepped into the Mirror Flower Nunnery again, as if she was in another world.

She vaguely remembered that on the day she left, the moon under the courtyard wall had just blossomed, and the peony pulled out three or five long branches. Man Li said that the new branches should be pruned slightly, so that the flowers can bloom more gorgeously in the coming year.

Yu Yes said, "Let it be." Save some effort to cut two new clothes for Xiao Yu. ”

At this time, the weeds under the courtyard wall were overgrown, but the white peony stood proudly, as if to tell people that it was born to be the king of flowers.

Yushu doesn't need to follow the dumb slave, she can walk to the main room with her eyes closed. She looked around, secretly guessing what kind of life Yu was living after Zhao Jin's death. As far as the eye can see, except for Xiao Se, it is defeated. Obviously, Man Li and Yu Yes's mood has not yet calmed down, and they have not been able to face Zhao Jin's death calmly.

Yushu regretted it. She shouldn't be afraid of wolves and tigers, and always fake everything related to Yu to be done by King Jin. After all, Yu is her mother and her responsibility, how can she push everything to King Jin?

Yushu felt ashamed and full of gratitude to King Jin. Master Boruo is right, the little monk is pure-minded, not stupid. At that time, she kept saying that the little monk was a burden. In fact, on the contrary, she is the burden of the little monk.

The mute slave led the two of them to the door of the main room, and Abba Abba made a gesture of please, signaling that they could enter and see the empty master. Yushu bowed slightly to her, took a deep breath, and went in with King Jin.

The dumb slave looked at Xie Jiulang's back fixedly, and suddenly felt familiar. From him, she vaguely saw the shadow of Zhao Niangzi.

But how is that possible? Mrs. Zhao will never come back. The dumb slave's eyes were hot, and tears quietly overflowed.

Yu is sitting upright on the futon, holding the paper sent by the dumb slave with his fingertips. Every stroke on it is Xiao Yu's handwriting, but it is from Xie Jiulang's hand. Yu is gaze stayed on the white porcelain urn.

Her little fool has obviously turned into ashes. But how do you interpret it?

Either way, she had to ask for it herself.

The familiar sandalwood fragrance surged into Yushu's nose through the crack in the door, and her fingers trembled and stroked the oily lines on the wooden door, with mixed feelings.

King Jin leaned over slightly and whispered, "Go in." ”