said lightly, "It's not bad." ”

Then he looked at Gu Qianzhou and said, "You can also taste it." ”

Su Shuangluo raised his hand when he heard this, poured a lamp for Gu Qianzhou, and said softly, "Princess Chu, please use tea." ”

Gu Qianzhou picked up the teacup, put it to his lips and sniffed it, and then took a sip, it was mellow and dense, and the taste was good, not that the tea was brewed well, but that the tea was good.

smiled, "It's delicious, I didn't expect Su Siyao's kung fu to make tea so good." ”

Su Shuangluo pursed her lips and smiled humbly, "Princess Chu has won the award." ”

The Empress Dowager said that the tea was good, and Gu Qianzhou also said that the tea was good, but after they tasted it, they didn't touch the cup of tea in front of them again.

Su Shuangluo sat there with low eyebrows, looking humble and gentle, with a faint shadow under her long eyelashes, and her expression could not be seen.

The Empress Dowager looked at Gu Qianyu and said, "Didn't you talk about the anecdotes in Jiangnan, continue to talk about it, and the mourning family will also listen to it." ”

The emperor heard that the Empress Dowager was interested, and said with a smile, "Pick up more soft anecdotes to talk about and relieve the empress dowager's boredom." ”

Gu Qianyu respectfully responded, "Yes." ”

I didn't have stage fright, I thought about it, and said, "Once I went down to the south of the Yangtze River, stayed in a temple, in the winter, the cold wind was bleak, and the grass and trees were withered all over the mountain, but the two peonies stood side by side behind the mountain temple, and they bloomed brilliantly.

And the little couples around the incense will come to worship these two peonies, just say that after worshipping the peony, they will be able to play the piano and ming, and they will be together for a hundred years. ”

The Empress Dowager was really aroused, "Why is this?" I have only heard of worshipping Bodhisattvas and worshipping immortals, but I have never heard of worshipping peonies. ”

Gu Qianyu said with a smile, "Exactly, the courtiers are also curious, and when I inquired with the abbot, I realized that there was a reason here."

It turned out that many years ago, there was a scholar who was studying here, and saw that a peony at the door was about to die, so he carefully watered it every day.

Not only did they water it carefully, but they also talked to it every day and recited poems to it, and day after day, the peony came back to life and bloomed beautiful flowers in the winter.

The scholar was overjoyed, watered it more attentively, and made more beautiful poems for it, day after day, one person and one flower, accompanied by a long spring, summer, autumn and winter.

In the spring of the second year, the scholar and Peony Hua went to Beijing to take the exam after saying goodbye, but they didn't want to, because they provoked people who shouldn't be provoked, and they were beaten to death and thrown in a mass grave.

That night, the rain was pouring down, and he was clearly dead, but he suddenly came back to life.

He had a dream in which a beautiful fairy in white kissed him and blew a breath of fairy breath on him, and all the scars on his body were healed, and it didn't hurt at all.

When he woke up, his mind was full of the figure of the fairy, haunted by his dreams, he didn't think about tea and dinner, and his midnight dreams were all about her.

He went everywhere to find her, but the world is so big, how can he find a girl in his dreams?

Later, I met a monk who had attained enlightenment.

How to find the fairy in your dreams, he asked?

Attained the Tao of the monks, why look for it, the fairy is by your side.

The scholar was puzzled.

You saved a peony flower essence, but the peony flower essence finally gave you the essence and brought you back to life.

As if he understood something, the scholar returned to the temple where he had studied, and went to the back mountain to see that the peony flowers that had been blooming all year round had withered, and only a dry rhizome remained.

The scholar hugged the dry rhizome and cried like a tearful man......

(End of chapter)