Shen Miaoyan ran to the pantry, and heard that Jun Tianlan wanted to drink tea, so Xiao Yingying took a box of new tea and came over: "This year's Songshan Yunwu was sent a little late, and the master has been drinking white tea for several days, and he has long been disgusted with it. The little lady took the Songshan cloud mist bubble for the master to drink. ”

Shen Miaoyan looked over and saw that the tea leaves were green and distinct, only a little white at the tip, like a leaf boat arranged neatly in the wooden tea box, so beautiful that it was not like words.

Fu Yi first showed her the order of soaking the clouds and mist of Songshan Mountain, this tea is the best tea, the brewing method is very complicated, Shen Miaoyan reluctantly wrote it down, and then took the tea to find Jun Tianlan.

She walked through the carved verandah, which every five steps hung an octagonal glass lantern above it.

There was an inexplicable sound of insects all around, she turned her head to look into the distance, there was a maid in the courtyard carrying a lamp into the distance, the hazy light illuminated a few pomegranate trees, and the fiery red pomegranate flowers were quietly blooming.

She retracted her gaze, lowered her head, and remembered that in the past, during the Buddha Bathing Festival, her father took her to Cheng'en Temple to play.

There is a large pomegranate forest in the backyard of Cheng'en Temple, and when she was young, her father would carry her on his shoulders and walk through those pomegranate trees, telling her to pick pomegranate flowers and give them to her mother.

The mother said that the pomegranate flowers in the temple were contaminated with Buddha nature and could be worn on the body to bless peace, so every year those flowers were dried and sewn into her purse.

But if it can really bless peace, why did the Shen Guogong Mansion suffer such a catastrophe?

She grabbed the ends of the tray tightly with both hands, slowly raised her eyes, and under the light of the lantern under the porch, the cat-like brown eyes were all bitterly indifferent.

If a Buddha does not have compassion, what is the use of worshipping?

If the Buddha has compassion, what is the use of the world wanting this emperor?

The red halo of the octagonal glass lamp shrouded her tender little face, and those round eyes were glowing with a light red, I don't know whether it was the light of the lantern or the flickering hatred.

At this time, in the wing room of Yanran Pavilion.

The little maid with a raw face brought the fragrant soup and saluted Mama Wang, with a weak voice: "Mama Wang, Miss is grateful for the chicken soup that Mama spent an afternoon boiling for her, so she ordered me to send the soup, saying that it is conducive to Mama's recovery." ”

Mama Wang was anxiously and nervously leaning on the side of the bed waiting for the news that Shen Miaoyan had been poisoned, but who expected to wait for this one.

She came back to her senses, and the essence flashed in her old eyes: "But Miss is gracious, and you plan to ask me to stay?" ”

The little maid shook her head and did not speak.

Mama Wang sighed, waved her hand and said, "You go out." ”

The little maid raised her eyes timidly and glanced at her: "In this soup, there are a lot of medicinal herbs, which are very precious." If you want to drink it, you have to drink it hot. ”

Mama Wang has not eaten two meals in a row because she is busy making soup, but now she smells the soup and can't help but move her index fingers, but she is hungry.

The little maid hurriedly filled her a bowl, she held it, blew the noodle soup, and couldn't wait to drink it.

The little maid watched her drink, her eyes darkened, and then she saluted again: "Mama use it slowly, I'll go down to do things first." ”

With that, he hurriedly left the wing.

Half an hour later, Shen Miaoyan was waiting for Jun Tianlan to write, and hurriedly came in to report: "Master, Mama Wang in Yanran Pavilion is gone!" The doctor examined and said that he had died of poisoning. Miss Murong cried a lot, does the master want to take a look? ”

Jun Tianlan didn't even look back, and still wrote calmly: "There is no slave in the house, and this kind of trivial matter has to be driven by this seat?" ”

Fuyi didn't know about Mama Wang, but just looked at Jun Tianlan's back in amazement.

The master has always hated life in the house, how did he hear that someone was poisoning this time, but he didn't react at all?

Tim Xiang followed, tugging at the sleeve of her coat and motioning for her to come out.

Shen Miaoyan watched the two of them go out, then looked up at Jun Tianlan, and asked curiously, "National Teacher, aren't you going to see Sister Murong?" ”

Jun Tianlan seemed to dislike her for talking too much, glanced at her lightly, and continued to write.

Shen Miaoyan grinded, inexplicably ...... Good mood.

In the Yanran Pavilion, Murong Yan waited for a long time, but she didn't see Jun Tianlan coming to comfort her.

She went to bed crying and resting under the service of a little maid, and after a long time, Ah Qin hurried back, and heard that she was still crying, so she stepped forward and picked up the curtain, and gently folded the quilt for her:

"Miss, the slave maid went to Hengwu Courtyard and heard the news from Tian Xiang."

Murong Yan's eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was a little hoarse: "What news?" ”

Ah Qin told Mama Wang about the bad things she had done, and Murong Yan suddenly became angry, and helped Ah Qin sit up: "I said she was a poor person, but she didn't know ......"

She didn't say any more, but the tears flowed even harder.

Ah Qin sat down on the edge of the bed and comforted softly: "If you say something disrespectful, it's okay for Mama to go." If you keep it, you may have to bring some kind of trouble to the young lady. Miss, forget it, sleep in peace, and admit your mistake to the National Teacher tomorrow, this matter will be considered over. ”

Murong Yan held Ah Qin's palm tightly, tears flowed down her pale cheeks, and all of them flowed into her thin middle coat, "Brother Tianlan, he will definitely think that this Diao slave was instructed by me...... Ah Qin, Brother Tianlan hates me more and more, what should I do? ”

Ah Qin held her in his arms, said comforting words, and coaxed her for a long time before coaxing her to sleep.

She went out with the candle flame in the house, stood outside the curtain, and sighed faintly.

The next day, Jun Tianlan went to the court, and Shen Miaoyan set up a table and chair under the eaves, and wrote on the wooden table.

Last night, the national teacher left her homework and asked her to copy thirty poems in the "Book of Songs", she grabbed the pen, and when she was copying seriously, she heard someone speak: "Miss Shen." ”

She looked up from the pile of books and saw that Ah Qin was wearing a goose-yellow shirt, her black hair was pulled up, and a few strands of broken hair scattered on her forehead set off her soft and delicate face.

Ah Qin also looked at Shen Miaoyan, only to see her roll up her plain long sleeves, revealing a jade lotus-like arm. The hair dumplings are a little messy, and the back of the hands and small face are stained with ink.

At the front of the table was an open copy of the Book of Songs, with paper all over the place, mixed with two plates of snacks and a cup of tea.

"It's you." Shen Miaoyan put down her pen and picked up a plate of fruit cakes on the table casually, her round eyes were full of kindness, "Do you eat?" ”

Ah Qin shook her head with a smile, and bent down to tidy up the messy desktop for her, "The slave maid came here to tell Miss Shen about Mama Wang." ”

Shen Miaoyan looked at her movements, took the tea on the table, and took a sip: "What do you want to say?" ”

"Although Miss Murong has a bad temper, she is a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person, and her mind cannot be more simple. Mama Wang was poisoned because Xiuhe was her goddaughter, and she wanted to avenge Xiuhe, so she poisoned Miss Shen, and she had nothing to do with Miss Murong. ”

She stacked the rice paper one by one and explained softly.