In the early winter of the fourth year of Chengxi, the clouds are clear

"Jing Xun, you dead girl is lazy again, aren't you!"

The Taoist priest who spoke couldn't see the slightest bit of Dao bone fairy temperament, and the wide gray Taoist robe made his already thin figure look more like a handful of dry wood.

He whipped the dust in his hand and whipped this little Taoist aunt named Jing Xun vigorously, only to see that the thin gray cotton robe on her body that could fly up with a blow was suddenly cracked, and the clumps of cotton were scattered all over the ground.

But he didn't mean to stop at all, and he didn't know what kind of hatred he had, and he slapped Jing Xun who was crawling on the ground fiercely.

With red eyes, she pressed the scattered old cotton balls one by one under her body, as if she was protecting some precious treasure.

This Hu Jingxun is only fourteen years old, and there are various theories about her origin in Yunqingguan.

Some say that she is a relative of the common family of the head of the family, and the family is poor and cannot afford to support her, so she was sent to the mountain; Some also said that her original village was plagued by a plague and that she was sent by her father, while others said that her mother had a secret marriage and abandoned her in front of the mountain gate after giving birth to her.

In short, even she herself couldn't tell where she came from, only that she knew that she had been here since she could remember.

"Let me tell you, Concubine Yun will arrive in Yunqingguan in the near future to pray for the soldiers on the front line of Yandi and return to their hometowns and provinces, the palace will be cleaned up and down to be spotless, Sanqing Pavilion is an important place, you can give me a careful look! If you look absent-minded again, be careful to peel off your skin!"

Jing Xun hugged his arms and his body trembled uncontrollably, but his face was surprisingly calm, and his eyes were unfathomably indifferent.

Seeing that she was silent, the Taoist priest was even more ruthless and the roots of his teeth itched, and the dust in his hand was whisked again, and he cursed while beating back: "I'm talking to you, are you deaf or dumb!" ”

The pain to her bones made her curl up tighter, but the fallen cotton balls were still firmly held in her arms.

She stared at the "dry wood" Taoist, and the cold light in her eyes was like a sword blade as if she wanted to kill him.

Her response made the "dry wood" Taoist shiver, and he had to respond angrily: "I really don't know what the head of the family left you to do." After doing this, you are on duty tonight, don't be lazy! ”

When the "dry wood" Taoist priest walked away, she stuffed the cotton ball back into the mouth of the broken cotton robe. A biting cold wind that penetrated her skin blew her already weak and sick, and she struggled.

She rolled up her sleeves and lifted the books from the shelves one by one and put them on the floor, choking on the dust. I don't know if the tears on my face are choked by dust or tormented by pain.

The sunset outside the door sprinkled on the thin layer of snow in front of the steps reflects a pale gold, and the red plum blossoms on the branches are waiting to be released, and the gold and red complement each other to be better than the fairyland.

After holding the lamp, Jing Xun walked towards the dining hall, but the Taoist and the handymen in charge began to put away the dishes and chopsticks, and when they saw her come in, the old handyman squinted his eyes and drooped the corners of his mouth and said, "Why did you come to eat with this kung fu, it's gone." ”

"A bowl of white porridge is enough." Jing Xun said softly

With a slight sneer on his face, the old handyman tilted the wooden basin in his hand towards Jing Xun, knocked on the bottom of the basin and said, "Do you think the canteen is a restaurant restaurant?" ”

That's it, no matter how much you say, you can only get such ridicule. You can't die of hunger.

She was thinking about turning around and leaving, but the old handyman stopped her again, stuffed a rough noodle dumpling into her hand, and blamed: "Come early next time, no one will pity you in the future!" ”

Jing Xun bowed slightly to thank him, and then returned to Sanqing Pavilion with the thick noodles. Through the candlelight and moonlight in the courtyard, she hungrily searched for books and read them carefully.

The silence around was terrible, but this became the most comfortable time for quiet training. She lay on her side on the ground, leaning on the ottoman beside her, eating the coarse noodles and glutinous dumplings while immersing herself in the sea of books, unconsciously accompanied by the cold wind and the smell of dust from the book, she fell asleep.

The next morning, the dry wood Taoist priest yawned and came to Sanqing Pavilion, seeing that she had not wiped the bookshelves, and the books beside her were scattered on the ground and not sorted out at all.

He was immediately furious, and waved the dust in his hand as usual. She was awakened by this sudden pain, and the curse of the dry wood Taoist priest also came to the disciples who rushed to the morning class, and they gathered in groups of three or five, and whispered while stopping to watch the excitement.

"Look at it, this Hu Jingxun was beaten again."

"Usually no one in the palace cares about her, and it's pitiful to be scolded if she's lonely."

"What's so pitiful, you don't know if you're late, I heard that there was an epidemic in the village not long after she was born, her father sneaked out of the village and sent her to Yunqing Palace, and he also died of illness in the mountain gate, and the head saw that she was pitiful and adopted in the palace, who knew that this ghost girl was very evil, and there was a plague in the mountains since she came, and she herself was in great trouble and did not die, but the people in the mountain gate suffered and dozens of people died."

"Not really! I heard a senior sister say that her mother didn't abide by women's morals and stole men outside to give birth to her, which is why she was left at the mountain gate. ”

The onlookers were talking about the things that everyone in the palace knew, and word of mouth spread to the ears of the newcomers, no one cared about what was going on, but it became a fact that everyone said so.

Jing Xun had long since paid no attention to these words, she had grown like a weed under such rumors, and she had grown up until now, she had become accustomed to everything that had been brought to her around her. Scolding, humiliation, rejection, and isolation are not important in her eyes, but this kind of indifference makes her more detached from the world and understand life and death.

But it's not so much that she understands life and death, but that no one cares if someone like her disappears.

I don't know how long it will be, the bell will sound in my ears, and all the Taoist priests and miscellaneous servants who are watching will also do what they have to do. The "dry wood" Taoist priest also left angrily.

Jing Xun lay on the ground and stretched out his hand to meet the sunlight, the wide sleeves slipped off, and the white wrist was marked with red and purple. She scrutinized the arms, new wounds layered with old marks, cold, painful, and numb in an instant.

In the distance, out of the plum blossom bushes came a Taoist aunt dressed in white, her eyes were smiling, as if there was moonlight in her eyes, exuding that quiet gentleness, only to see her dignified and unhurried steps towards Jingxiu.

Seeing her coming, Jing Xun was not as indifferent to others as he was, and quickly stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, and said respectfully, "Uncle Lin." ”

Lin Ming looked at Jing Xun and didn't say anything, just tucked a few strands of broken hair from her sideburns behind her ears, very distressed but reproached: "Jing Xun, your master taught you to read and hyphenate, and letting you come to Sanqing Pavilion is not to make you lazy, but more importantly, you can understand the truth in the scriptures here and improve." Now that your master is gone, you are so lazy and slippery, how can I not blame you? ”

"Obviously, others are slacking off and opportunistic, and they are trying to embarrass me when they see that I am a bully, and I am not alone in sprinkling and sweeping during the day, and others will use it to be lazy, and in the evening, seven or eight out of ten days I will keep vigil, so that I can be called and those miscellaneous servants are the same——"

Jing Xun saw that Lin Ming was not as calm and indifferent as before, not only did she talk a lot, but her delicate and fair little face also had a little more of the coquettishness and willfulness of a boudoir woman.

"Others and others are full of other people's faults, but what about you? When you encounter problems, think more about what you are doing wrong, why is everyone targeting you? If you really do well, how can others treat you badly? Lin Ming didn't wait for her to finish, and the reproach became a little heavier.

Jing Xun almost blurted out when he heard this, but he swallowed the words back when he got to his mouth.

"Yunqing Palace has the grace of nurturing you, although I don't want you to repay your kindness, I don't expect you to have the heart to feed, but that complaint just now is really chilling. If your master has a spirit in heaven, how disappointed I will be to hear you say this!"

Although Jing Xun was a little angry in his heart, he was speechless for a while.

In her eyes, Lin Ming is gentle and elegant, kind and loving, and the most caring and considerate to the younger generation. Now even this last bit of tenderness has turned into resentment.

The grace of Yunqing Palace's nurturing is true, the grace of Uncle Lin's teaching is true, but the criticism of the senior brothers is also true. I don't know if it's the people of Yunqing Palace or myself who are chilling.

Thinking of these in her heart, she felt a sourness, and she didn't want to say anything else, Lin Ming saw that her eyes were slightly red and helplessly comforted: "I said these words for your own good, think about it yourself, Concubine Yun will come to Yunqing Palace to pray for blessings in the near future, this is a big deal, you should be prepared, don't make another incident." As for the steward of the Sanqing Pavilion, I will tell him later, and he really doesn't know the severity. I have other things to do, so take care of them! ”

The moment Lin Ming left, the moment he turned around, he was spotless, and his clothes swept over Jing Xun's robe, leaving a faint fragrance of white sandalwood. Jing Xun stood in the distance, looking at Lin Ming's distant back in a daze, leaving with a little more resentment and hatred that was not easy to be noticed.