Leaf fall, autumn rain, Jiangnan.

This Xiaoxiao cold rain is endless, the clouds are filled, the mountains are hidden in the water, the heaven and the earth are wet, even the thoughts are soaked in the rain, the plantain outside the window is even more sad when it rains, bit by bit, such as crying and complaining, the sad people really can't hear the sound of the rain hitting the plantain.

Lu Miaoxiang sat on the bookcase of the wooden house in the west, holding a pen and scribbling on the paper at will, his mood was gradually lowered by the sound of rain on the banana leaves, and when he settled down to look at the graffiti on the paper, it was half a picture of a cold forest, barren and ancient trees, the branches and leaves were gone, and he was arrogant, quite in the style of Ni Yunlin, a master of the Yuan family-

Lu Miaoxiang painting purely on her own, no teacher, she was thirteen years old with her sister Lu Miaosi to the Yan Mansion, saw many famous paintings and calligraphy, the most favorite Ni Zan and Yang Weizhen paintings, so they each took a few paintings of Ni and Yang to copy; When Lu Miaoxiang was fifteen years old, her sister Lu Miaosi died of dystocia, but the baby was saved, which is now the baby posture, Lu Miaoxiang refused to serve Yan Shifan to scratch Yan Shifan, and was sent back to Jinxi by Yan Shifan, Lu Miaoxiang returned to Jinxi Qingtian with the infant posture that had just turned one year old, and Ni and Yang's more than a dozen paintings were also brought back together, and she copied each of these paintings no less than 20 times in the past ten years, and she was already familiar with it, so while listening to the rain hitting the plantains, she dyed it casually, and it was half of the unfinished Ni Yunlin's "Autumn Forest Mountain Color Map"——

The kitchen behind is still cooking medicine, the fragrance of medicine is transmitted to the West House through the rain, Lu Miaoxiang put down the paintbrush and went to the kitchen to filter the second medicinal soup, pour water and then boil, one medicine should be boiled three times, and then mixed together and taken twice, this is the medicine prescribed by Dr. Xue the day before yesterday, I have taken two doses, I feel that it is quite beneficial, and my hands and feet will not be so cold.

The sound of the rain is getting quieter, it is already the end of the hour, the rainy day is dark early, the wooden house is full of tall maple trees, the twilight has been scattered like an ink pen shaking in the pen wash, Lu Miaoxiang jumped on the clogs, took the umbrella out of the wood gate, went to the single-plank bridge to pick up the baby, looked at the flowing water by the stream for a while, and heard Zeng Yu and the baby talking while walking from outside the maple forest, thinking: "There are only two people talking and footsteps, why didn't Yan Shaoqing come with him today?" ”

The single-plank bridge is equipped with handrails, Zeng Yu still picks up and drops off the baby twice a day, but there are other people to accompany him, sometimes it is Yan Ci Ding, most of the time it is Yan Shaoqing, and the words on the way are also about the newly learned homework or the knowledge of poetry, calligraphy and painting that Ying Zi likes, Ying Zi feels that this young Mr. Zeng is very knowledgeable, and he respects and admires Mr. Zeng in his heart, and feels that every day on the way to school and school is the most lively time-

Yan Shaoqing didn't come to school today, he went to Jichangyuan before noon, because his mother Cao arrived in Fenyi from Nanchang, he wanted to rush to visit, Yan Shifan was ready to go north to Beijing, so he took the Cao family and other female dependents in Nanchang Qingyunpu Villa to Fenyi, and lived with Pei Lin and other concubines, Jichangyuan is now lively, Yan Shifan's concubines have more than a dozen, these women flatter Yan Shifan in every way, and want Yan Shifan to take them to Beijing, Yan Shifan doesn't bring any of them-

Zeng Yu stopped on the side of the bridge, waved at Lu Miao across the stream, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Lu, Miss Yingzi is delivered, then I will go back." ”

Ying Zi said: "Didn't Mr. Zeng say that he likes Ni Yuanlin's paintings, my mother has four in her collection, does Mr. Zeng want to take a look?" ”

Zeng Yu let out an "oh" and looked at Lu Miaoxiang three feet away-

Lu Miao thought, "Zeng Gongzi, please come over." ”

Zeng Yu followed Ying Zi across the single-plank bridge, and Lu Miaoxiang said to Ying Zi: "Xiao Zi, you take Zeng Gongzi to see the painting, and I will cook." ”

Zeng Yu really wanted to spend more time with Lu Miaoxiang, take a look at Lu Miaoxiang, and listen to her, that feeling was very wonderful, Lu Miaoxiang was so charming.

However, Lu Miaoxiang wants to let Zeng Yu and Ying Zi have more opportunities to get along, the last time he knew that Zeng Yu didn't like to bind his feet, Lu Miaoxiang was even more determined to marry Ying Zi to Zeng Yu as his wife, thinking that Zeng Yu was very talented and learned, Yan Shifan also appreciated Zeng Yu, Zeng Yu proposed to Yan Shifan after the township test next year, and she insisted on it again, this good thing can be done-

Outside the window, there is a plantain in the west room is considered to be Lu Miao's study and infant posture, and there is a small half of the room inside as a retreat place for Lu Miao's Buddha, a vermilion lacquered Buddha table, a brass incense burner, a white-clothed monk icon hanging on the wall, a straw futon in front of the table, a Buddha cabinet on the left, and some Buddhist scriptures;

There is a desk, a bookcase and two pestles outside, and there is a stilted gauze lamp in the corner, and the desk is placed near the window for easy light.

Zeng Yu looked at Lu Miaoxiang's unfinished painting on the desk, and was about to experience the pain and loneliness in the heart of this thin-lived woman, Ying Zi had already moved out more than ten calligraphy and painting scrolls by Ni Zhan, Yang Weizhen, and Wen Zhengming, Zeng Yu began to appreciate them one by one, including Ni Zhan's "Bamboo and Stone Map", "Bamboo and Stone Map", "Secluded Stream Cold Pine Map", "Autumn Forest Mountain Color Map", "Spring Rain New Fence Map"; Plum blossom Taoist Yang Weizhen's "Autumn Gully Mingqin Picture", "Snow Plum Picture", "Tea Drinking Picture" and cursive calligraphy "Chengnan Singing and Poetry Scroll", and Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting four, the Ming Dynasty is not far from the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty famous master's true handiwork is not precious, but in Zeng Yu's view, Lu Miaoxiang's collection of more than ten calligraphy and paintings is priceless, Ni Yunlin, Wen Zhengming's paintings are auctioned at a high price of 10 million in later generations, the calligraphy of Yang Fangzhen, the plum blossom Taoist is very famous, but the paintings are not much, especially precious, but compared with the collection of the Shan Tang, These are nothing, not only there are authentic works of famous artists in the Jin and Tang dynasties, but there are even more in the Song and Yuan dynasties, but Zeng Yu only has a share to see, and he can only go back empty-handed when he enters Baoshan-

Zeng Yu admired the painting and focused, and before he knew it, it was dark, and he suddenly said when he lit the lamp: "Ah, is it dark, I'm going back, and I'll come back tomorrow." ”

The girl Yingzi wanted to invite Zeng Yu to have dinner here, but she was embarrassed and couldn't open her mouth, a few months ago, people from Songjiang Xu Mansion came to discuss marriage, Yingzi didn't feel shy, the day before yesterday, her aunt Lu Miao wanted to casually say that she was married to Zeng Yu, but let the girl have a heart, and the twelve-year-old girl's love was just opened.

At this moment, I heard someone crossing the bridge, the bamboo handrail "rattled", Yan Shifan's voice smiled: "It's good to have this handrail across the bridge, who did it?" ”

The voice of the steward Rao said: "The second master ordered someone to do it, so as not to miss Miss Yingzi when she went to school."

Zeng Yu's face in the wooden house changed color, if Yan Shifan saw that he was still here after dark, he would definitely suspect that he had a personal relationship with Lu Miaoxiang, it was really impossible to say anything, he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed, and he also affected Lu Niangzi——

The footsteps were small and rapid, Lu Miao wanted to crash into the West House, slightly panting, she naturally knew Yan Shifan's temper, and said eagerly: "Zeng Gongzi, please take shelter behind the screen for the time being, don't make a sound." ”

The wooden house only has the main entrance and the front window, and it is very likely that Yan Shifan will see it when he goes out at this time, Zeng Yu had to enter behind the screen, and Lu Miaoxiang also followed, praying silently for a moment towards the white-clothed monk hanging on the wall, and said: "Zeng Gongzi don't be in a hurry, it will be fine to stay here." Then he got out of the screen and instructed Ying Zi: "Xiaozi, don't panic, we haven't done anything bad, you put away these paintings and calligraphy first." ”

The girl's baby posture "um", began to collect the painting, Lu Miao thought out of the West House, walked under the eaves and looked out, in the twilight, the fat man in the white robe walked through the maple forest, followed by four or five people, the rain had stopped at this time.

Lu Miaoxiang walked to the bamboo fence and looked coldly at Yan Shifan who was approaching, she only had hatred for this person.

Yan Shifan walked to the side of the chai door and smiled, and said, "Wonderful idea, I sent you some gifts." ”

Lu Miaoxiang was silent.

Yan Shifan was not annoyed, and said: "It was sent by Yan Maoqing the day before yesterday, and my twenty-eight concubines, each with a jeweled bun, are very exquisite. ”

Lu Miao thought: "The poor nun is a monk, not anyone's concubine. ”

Yan Shifan smiled again and said, "What kind of home are you from, you are a violent thing, and God will not agree." ”

Lu Miaoxiang said coldly: "Could it be that Yan Shilang also believes in the mandate of heaven?" ”

Yan Shifan said: "Life must be happy, what if you believe in the destiny of heaven, what if you don't believe in the destiny of heaven?" Oops, I'm not going to talk to you about this, come on, bring the gifts in. ”

Lu Miao didn't want to give way, took off the round hat on his head, revealing his bald head with stubble and fluff, and said, "What do you want to do with my jewelry bun?"

Yan Shifan said with a smile: "No matter what you do, the jewels on it are worth dozens of taels of silver, how can you waste it." And said: "There are also Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting scrolls here, which was also collected by Yan Maoqing, I know that you like Wen Zhengming's calligraphy and painting, so I sent it to you, Wen Zhengming died last year, these calligraphy and painting have become a masterpiece, one of the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is very wonderful, you will be happy to see it." ”

Xie Lu Xie Shuyou is considerate and supportive, and the debt will definitely be repaid, just this month.