Thinking of the turbulent waves on Qi Niang's chest, Xiao Yan blinked his eyes.

- Magnificent waves or something, will there be resistance to the knife?

Xiao Yan chuckled.

With his eyes closed, his body sank, and his whole body sank under the water.

White steam.

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged at the bottom of the barrel and held his breath to carry the quenching jade recipe. The medicinal power is soaked into the skin, guided by the internal qi as fine as silk threads in the dantian, and the skin, flesh, tendons, and bones are quenched little by little. She was used to that kind of sharp pinprick pain, from the beginning of the pain to convulsions, to the back of a little tempering and bearing, now the pain she felt was getting smaller and smaller.

After two quarters of an hour, the water became lukewarm.

The skin that had been burned red by the medicinal bath was already as white as jade, but it was like taking a cold shower.

Xiao Yan got up, wiped his whole body with a white cloth scarf, changed into a clean underwear, and wore a round-necked narrow-sleeved silk robe with dark lines on a white background.

There are three upper rooms in the north, the middle is the main hall for the guests, the east room is the mother's bedroom, and the west room is the study where Xiao Yan is going.

The door of the study is half open, and the interior window is bright and clean.

On the north wall, there is a few sketches of light ink landscape painting, the brush is clear and the rhyme is leisurely, under the wall is two columns of music stands, resting on the flute, Xiao, Xuan, Xun and other musical instruments. On the high legs in the corners of the walls on both sides, there is an agarwood fragrant mountain. In the middle of the room is a white sandalwood bookcase, on the left side of the bookcase is placed a large celadon bottle of Yue kiln, with more than a dozen scrolls, and on the right side is a piano table and a piano. On the west side is a row of bookshelves, one by one of the books, there are engraved paper books, there are also ancient bamboo slips covered with silk silk.

Facing the window on the east side is a wide couch made of white sandalwood.

On the couch reclined a plain woman holding a scroll and reading.

The room exudes a faint and distant incense of agarwood, which is peaceful.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but light his steps and called softly: "Mother." ”

The woman on the couch raised her head, her black hair was only tied with a ribbon, and there was nothing to wear on her body, including earrings, jade pendants, and sachets. The face is plain and has no makeup, but the skin is like snow, the eyes are clear and the eyebrows are far away, and the natural color is good.

She smiled slightly, dispelling the distancing between her eyebrows, "Has Xiao Cheng been here?" ”

Xiao Yan smiled and stepped forward, sat down next to her mother, wrapped her hands around her waist, and rubbed on her chest, "It's out of the way." ”

"What's the injury?"

Xiao Yan smiled and raised his right hand, the sleeves of his shirt fell a few inches, showing a thin white wrist, and the black had completely disappeared. She said: "I was poked by a wooden knife on my wrist, and the medicinal soup has gone to stasis." ”

Shang Qing glanced at it, raised his hand and patted her head with scattered wet hair, "I've tricked Xiao Cheng again." ”

Xiao Yan snorted, "Whoever makes him so stupid, bullying people always has to pay a price." ”

"Who bullies whom!" Shang Qing stretched out his finger and poked her forehead.

"He bullied me first!" Xiao Yan complained, hum, how much she suffered when she was a child. He pouted, rubbed his forehead against Shang Qing's shoulder, and his voice was soft but firm, "Mother, one day, I will let the world know that you are the most noble!" She could tolerate Xiao Cheng scolding her, but she would never tolerate him despising her mother.

Shang Qing was unmoved, and glanced at her lightly, "A qiē hatred and hatred are the root cause of trouble." The glitz and glamour of the world is fleeting. What about the reputation of glory, it is not as good as the heart. The heart is at ease, that is, the great freedom. Others are just floating clouds, so why care. ”

Xiao Yan frowned, how could he not care?

Her thin eyebrows raised like a knife, "Father dislikes me, but ......"

No matter how beautiful this garden is, it's just a cage.

The mountains are high and the water is far away, the breeze is under the forest, and the clouds are leisurely, this is what my mother yearns for, and one day, she will do it for her mother.

Shang Qing slapped her head with a palm, "Vainly nameless." Go, silently read the "Taishang Jade Qing Sutra". ”

“…… Again, copying the scriptures. Xiao Yan got up with a mutter.

She took out two jet-black iron bracelets from under the bookshelf, weighing about a dozen pounds to the touch, one left and one on the right. Then he walked to the bookcase and squatted down on the horse, grinding ink and laying paper, holding a wolf on his right wrist, hanging his wrist and writing.

"Taishang Jade Jingqing" is already too familiar in her mind to be more familiar. Since she was four years old, every time she did something wrong, her mother punished her for copying this scripture, saying that it made her pure heart, calm and far-reaching.

She didn't learn to be pure, but there were still a few points of meditation, and she didn't learn a single point, but she practiced calligraphy.

At the beginning, the regular script of Mrs. Zhong of Lincao Wei.

After three years of practice, I learned the Qingjin Xiuya of Zhong's regular script, but it was not enough.

For another three years, he wrote the regular script of the right army of the king of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, which was beautiful and fluent and learned seventy percent, but it was not enough to be elegant and spacious.

Since this year, her mother asked her to write the words of Mu Zongchao Young Master Liu, and she was righteous and strong, and her penmanship was thin - the iron bracelet was worn at this time.

Xiao Yan silently recited while writing: "...... Taishang is quiet, not in the heart, not in the body. The mind is not troubled and can be spiritual, and the body can be born without labor. Creatures merge, and nothing can be done. The so-called is not made, not self-generated. The Tao often does nothing, does everything. ...... "The heart, the mind, the spirit, and the will melt into the pen with every word of the scripture, and flow through the wrist veins throughout the body."

Those impetuous and resentful thoughts were calmed down, and they were reduced to a clear and quiet silence.

At this time, the couple is getting married.

The wedding was held in the Qinglu in the Liang Guogong Mansion.

Qinglu is the tent, according to the marriage customs of the Tang Dynasty, it is necessary to choose auspicious land in the southwest corner of the house to build a Lu tent, the newlyweds worship, the same prison and the ceremony are all in the Lu tent, called "Qinglu", take the heaven and earth as the Lu, the meaning of the love of husband and wife is evergreen. At this time, there were more than 300 guests and friends watching the ceremony in Qinglu, but it was not crowded at all. Because the place where the house was set up was the polo field of the Guogong Mansion, Mo said that the tent that could accommodate 300 people could be put down even if another tent of 300 people was built.

The newlyweds have already performed the same prison salute and are seated on the couch on the north side of the house.

The "couch" that the groom sat on was not a couch, but a gorgeous and exquisite wheelchair, wearing a knight's wedding dress, old and crowned, with a noble temperament and a handsome appearance, but his complexion was pale and he looked a little weak. However, many Tang ladies just like this kind of elegant and weak beautiful man, and at this time, there are several beautiful ladies with gorgeous short knives on their waists on the guest seats, staring at the groom and staring at them.

The bride wears a scarlet hairpin dress and sits on a brocade couch to the right of the groom. Before going to the same prison, the bridegroom chanted three poems, and the curtain covering the bride's face had been removed, revealing her red lips and jade forehead, her complexion was as bright as frost, and her eyes were as cold as the first snow even if she was married.

After the newlyweds have eaten the same prison plate full of meat, according to the ethnic customs of the Lanling Xiao clan after moving into Hexi, the married cousins of the groom will sing a song "He to the bridegroom" to express their congratulations on the marriage of their brothers, and the groom's sisters-in-law and sisters will sing a song "Happy Heart" to express their welcome to the bride to join the big family.

When Xiao Cheng arrived, the joyful singing in the tent was going on. Tide, the aristocratic young men and women from Tiele, Tuyuhun, Huifu, Tubo and other departments also enthusiastically got up and sang and danced to express their congratulations to the newcomers. From time to time, the cheers of the guests rang out in the green house, which was very lively and joyful.

When Xiao Cheng quietly entered from the corner of the tent with the slaves, he didn't attract much attention.

The maid who was kneeling behind the Duchess had been paying attention to the door of the tent, and when she saw Fourteen Langjun coming in, she whispered a sentence in front of her.

The smile on Princess Anping's face, who was luxurious and graceful, remained unchanged, and she snorted in her heart: Xiao Shishi, look at how the old lady cleans you up!

Xiao Cheng was moving towards the front of the tent with his waist bent, when he saw his mother's gaze sweeping over, he shrank his neck in fright, and said in his heart: It's miserable, it's been discovered, and tomorrow I will definitely kneel in the Buddha Hall and knock on the wooden fish again!

Suddenly felt a pain in his kneecaps, his head was dizzy, and he scolded the bastard Xiao Seventeen in his heart, and put this account on Xiao Yan's head again.

Xiao Cheng sat in his seat, the eldest brother Xiao Zhang turned his head and smiled at him, the younger brother Xiao Ying squinted his eyebrows and sneered at him, Xiao Cheng raised his chin and glared: Dare to stare at you brother, itchy!

Xiao Jue glared back without showing weakness, slapped his right hand on the horizontal knife on his waist, and bared his teeth defiantly.

The brothers glared at each other defiantly, and the room applauded.

The song is over.

The prime minister stepped forward to divide the melons for a couple of newlyweds and perform the ceremony of wine.

After drinking the wine, the bride and groom were welcomed out of the green house and went to the tent on the left side of the green house to worship in front of the church.

After the worship service, the newlyweds were welcomed into the tent.

The guests entered the banquet tent on the right side of the Qinglu, toasted and congratulated Liang Guogong and the princess and his wife, and then feasted and watched the music and dance, and the celebration did not disperse until the end of the day.

In the newlyweds' tent, the handsome and weak groom and the glamorous and cold bride sit side by side on the couch of the "Hundred Sons Tent".

The male and female servants removed the clothes and untied the tassels for the newlyweds, took off the crown and hat, removed the outer dress, combed their hair and closed their hair, put down the curtain of the Baizi Tent, and sang in unison the song of "Jade Girl White Slender Girl, Lady Heng'e Diving", bowed down and exited the curtain tent, and closed the curtain door.

The cave room was silent.

A couple of newlyweds sat on the couch with only white Luo clothes, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance in the tent, which was very light from the groom's body.

But Shen Qingyi's sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people.

The girl who has just reached the age of Lu is as slender as a thin willow, sitting on the couch with a thin back but not bending, on a face as bright as frost plums, a pair of eyes are as cold as the first snow, looking at her newlywed husband, calm and indifferent.

Xiao Cong chuckled and sighed, and said, "The real person is better than in the painting." With a warm smile and a little apology, he covered his lips and coughed, "I have wronged you." ”

Shen Qingyi's cold eyes were calm.

Her right hand suddenly stretched out, and the second finger of her food caught the wrist vein of Xiao Cong's left hand.

Xiao Cong's eyes were warm, and she was not the slightest surprised to let her act like this.

After a long time, Shen Qingyi's cold voice said: "Lang Jun has a cold breath in his womb, this cough disease needs to be treated, but it is not difficult." It's just that it's not easy to cure it. ”

Xiao Cong smiled and said, "Father said that you learned from Mr. Sun, and it is true." ”

"Qingyi is fortunate to have received a word or two from Mr. Sun, but he was not included under the door wall, so he is not a disciple of Mr. Sun."

Xiao Cong smiled again, "Master and apprentice are just a name. Father rarely praises people, but he praises you a lot, so it can be seen that you must have obtained the true inheritance of Mr. Sun......" He covered his lips and coughed a few times, and when the cough and wheezing subsided slightly, Fang sighed again, "Mr. Sun also said that if I want to cure this cough disease, I must take care of it slowly, and I can't work hard...... Hehe, I'm afraid I'm going to tire you out...... cough cough cough ......"

He couldn't stop coughing.

"Lang Jun?" A low, worried voice came from outside the tent.

"It doesn't matter." Shen Qingyi's cold voice came out of the tent, and he stretched out his fingers to rub several acupuncture points on Xiao Cong's lung meridian.

The people outside the tent listened to the coughing sound from within.

Xiao Chengzhong's hand that wanted to lift the curtain was retracted, took a few steps back, and stood silently outside the curtain.

"I'm tired of you!" Xiao Cong gasped and calmed down, reached out and gently held his newlywed wife's hand, Qing Ya had an apologetic look between her eyebrows, "I'm afraid that I will have to work hard in the future." ”

Shen Qingyi held Xiao Cong with his backhand, his voice was as clear as a cold spring, "As soon as tonight passes, you and I will be husband and wife, and the words 'tired, tired' will not be mentioned again." I, Shen Qingyi, am not a shallow woman who only wants to be happy, since I am determined to marry you, I am willing to work hard for you - honor and disgrace, and we are one. ”

Under the bright candlelight, her face overflowed.

Xiao Cong clutched his chest and coughed lowly, causing a faint pain.

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