Chen Changsheng walked up to the middle-aged woman and waved his hand to salute.

Seeing that the person who came was not Luoluo, he didn't turn around and left, because he knew the middle-aged woman.

On the night of the Qingteng Banquet, he was sent to the bottom of the Black Dragon Pond by Mo Yu, and finally got out of trouble with great difficulty, and came to the ground in a pond, the middle-aged woman was by the pond at the time, I don't know whether to wash her hands or wash her clothes, and was almost injured by a stubborn squirrel.

He knew very well that the lights in the Baicao Garden were unlikely to fall back, but seeing that it was really not falling, it was inevitable that he was still a little disappointed.

Looking at the dark autumn forest around him, he was slightly stunned, since this middle-aged woman was from the palace, how could she appear in the Baicao Garden? Looking at her age, this middle-aged woman should be a female official in the palace, if it was the concubine of the first emperor, then this matter would be a little troublesome.

He was a little vigilant, walked up to the middle-aged woman, and asked a few words with his hand, because he was worried that he would frighten the other party, his expression was as calm as possible, and the gesture of gesturing his hands to say dumb words was also very soothing, so as not to stimulate the other party.

He asked her how she got out of the palace.

The middle-aged woman looked at him quietly and did not answer.

Chen Changsheng was stunned, and gestured again, but this time the speed was slower, and he believed that the meaning was clear enough: How did you get here from the palace?

The middle-aged woman smiled and raised her right hand with a key between her fingers.

Chen Changsheng's eyesight is good, the light in the Baicao Garden is a little dim, and he can clearly see the rust on the key, as well as the two new scratches, or just got it, it seems that this old key has not been used for a long time before tonight.

When Mo Yu left the National Religious Academy that day, he saw the old door on the palace wall, could it be that this key was the one that opened the door, could it be that this middle-aged woman also had the right to enter and leave the palace at will? Then her status in the palace must not be low.

The middle-aged woman pointed to the stone table and motioned for him to sit down.

Chen Changsheng thought about it and sat down as he said.

The middle-aged woman turned to look at a wooden house in the depths of the Hundred Herb Garden, and was silent for a long time, when her left hand suddenly landed on the stone table and knocked lightly twice.

There was a pot of tea on the table, and behind the oil lamp, there were two teacups.

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant, picked up the teapot, filled a teacup, and respectfully sent it to the middle-aged woman.

The tea in the pot is not fragrant, but it is very strong, and it should be aged black tea.

Sitting across the table, I saw it more clearly, with the appearance of a middle-aged woman, it should not be the concubine of the first emperor, it may be the female officials that the Holy Queen Niangniang used in the palace, or even the head of the female officials, but Chen Changsheng's respect for her has nothing to do with her possible status, just because she is much older than herself.

He believes that the length of life is a very important thing, and just like the black tea in the cup, the older it is, the more fragrant, the more precious, and the more it can be tasted from it.

The middle-aged woman picked up the teacup, brought it to her lips, and drank it gently.

Chen Changsheng noticed that compared with ordinary women, her lips were much thicker and more powerful.

Staring at a woman's lips, even if it was much older and ordinary-looking woman, it was still rude, and he came to his senses, quickly looked away, and then saw the remaining teacup on the stone table.

In the dead of night, there is no one in the autumn garden, why are there two teacups?

He looked at the middle-aged woman and asked if he could drink tea, he had been drinking a lot of sweat for Xuanyuan's injuries before, and now he was indeed a little thirsty.

The middle-aged woman didn't look at him, nodded slightly, and should have agreed.

Chen Changsheng took a sip of the teacup, and found that the tea soup was thick and moisturizing, and it was a rare good tea, even the famous teas that Luoluo gave him filial piety some time ago could not be compared with the seemingly crude black tea in the pot.

What the tea tastes like, in addition to the material of the tea itself, the most important thing is the person who makes the tea.

People who can brew such a pot of black tea are naturally extraordinary.

Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged woman's eyes and became more and more respectful.

He put down his teacup and waited for the other to ask a question.

However, the starlight had sunk to the bottom of the cup, and the middle-aged woman said nothing.

She sat quietly at the table, looking at the branches and flowers in the herb garden, her eyes seemed to have no emotion, but there were all kinds of emotions.

It's just that there is no such thing as him.

Chen Changsheng felt a little embarrassed and nervous, and was very unaccustomed to this kind of speechless scene.

As time passed, he gradually adapted to this atmosphere, no longer thought about anything, poured tea for the middle-aged woman and himself, and then drank tea, silent, listening to the chirping of the most insects in the autumn garden, his mood gradually became peaceful, and even began to indulge.

It was only then that he remembered that he had always liked quiet, and was used to being quiet.

He doesn't like to talk, and he has been since he was a child.

But after coming to Kyoto, whether it was in the East Imperial General's Mansion or the abandoned garden of the Imperial Palace, he had a lot of words to Mrs. Xu, Shuang'er and Miss Mo Yu for some reasons. After Tang Thirty-six came to the National Education Academy, he was no longer as precious as when he first met, revealing the nature of his words, and he had to accompany him.

It was hard for him.

No one has a rule that two people should talk when they sit together.

It's good to just sit quietly like that.

If you have an occasional communication, you don't need to speak, you just need to compare your hands, which is also good.

He seemed to have returned to Xining Town, by the stream behind the old temple, he and Senior Brother Yu Yu quietly read the Taoist Tibetan Medicine Sutra by the starlight, and when they saw something they didn't understand, he and Senior Brother gestured to each other and looked at each other, and then continued to read quietly.

At that time, the stream, like the Baicao Garden at this time, was very quiet and comfortable.

The town of Xining is very remote, and it is pitch black at night, and the starlight is very bright, falling on the ground like snow. When he came to Kyoto, apart from the complicated people who lived here, the last thing he was used to was the lights at night and the starlight, which seemed to become much more cloudy and dim.

Several autumn rains have washed the sky of Kyoto. In addition, there is no light in the Baicao Garden except for the faintly lit oil lamp on the stone table, and the lanterns of the arrow tower of the imperial palace not far away are also covered by dense forests, and the starlight seems to have become brighter.

Starlight fell through the tips of the autumn forest and fell on his face.

He looked up at the starry sky, missing the old temple and senior brother in Xining Town, but his eyes narrowed by the starlight.

Under the silver starlight, his eyebrows and eyes were so clean.

He squinted his eyes, and the childishness that he usually hid suddenly appeared.

He's still as amiable as usual, and a little more cute.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman withdrew her gaze from Baicao Garden and looked at him.

She looked at him quietly.

He squinted, oblivious, missing, nostalgic.

She looked at him in amazement.

Her longing and nostalgia have just ended, and she can only miss and miss.

She raised her right hand and gently landed on his face, stroking it slowly.

Chen Changsheng was taken aback, opened his eyes, and looked at the middle-aged woman.

He was not used to this kind of physical closeness, and he had no experience since he was a child, not to mention this middle-aged woman, he didn't know it at all, but he had only seen it twice.

He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he saw the eyes of the middle-aged woman.

There are extremely complex emotions in those eyes like a star lake, and they gradually turn into sadness and weakness at the end.

Thinking that this middle-aged woman couldn't speak, had lived in the deep palace for many years, and didn't know how many sinister and sad things she had experienced, he couldn't bear to leave, so he had to let her palm move gently on her face, but the feeling was really strange.

The woman's warm, generous palm slowly caressed his face, and his body became very stiff, and it was not until a long time later that he gradually relaxed.

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman pinched his cheek, like an elder teasing a baby.

Chen Changsheng couldn't sit down anymore, so he quickly got up, took two steps back, and saluted, "I have to go back." ”

As soon as he said that, he remembered that the other party was deaf and mute, and quickly gestured twice.

The middle-aged woman laughed when she saw him react so violently.

Of course, her laughter was silent, but there was a heroic air between the pitches, which made everyone watching know that she was indulging in laughter. (Note)

Without waiting for Chen Changsheng to leave, the middle-aged woman got up and walked towards the depths of the Hundred Herb Garden.

Chen Changsheng thought about it and followed.

The night breeze blows, and the fallen leaves float up the stone table, gently swirling around the teapot and two teacups.

After waiting for 20 years, the teapot and teacup and the tea stove on the table ushered in the former owner, and I don't know how many years I will have to wait for the next time.

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To Chen Changsheng's surprise, the middle-aged woman did not go to the National Education College, but walked directly to the depths of the Baicao Garden, until she came to the old and mottled palace wall, looking at the old door, he realized that she and Mo Yu walked through the different doors.

The middle-aged woman ignored him, and did not care that he followed, took out the key and inserted it into the lock, with two soft clicks, the lock was opened, and another creaking sound pierced the silent night sky, and the old wooden door was pushed open, and she walked in.

It was only at this time that Chen Changsheng confirmed that there was nothing wrong, put his mind at ease, let go of the hand that had been holding the hilt of the sword, looked at the back of the middle-aged woman, and shouted softly, wanting to say something, but the door quickly closed in front of his eyes.

He was a little stunned, until he remembered that she couldn't hear her, and he was a little relieved.

The closed wooden door seems to merge with the palace wall.

He looked at the door, a little confused.

What happened tonight, is it real?

How is it similar to those ghost fairy stories in the Daozang?

But the slightly astringent and fragrant tea flavor is still lingering between the lips and tongue.

The warm touch was still on his face.

He shook his head and turned to leave.

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On the side of the door that Chen Changsheng couldn't see, there was a long passage.

The passage was covered with moss and vines, and under the vines, there were at least six formations and traps that could kill the powerhouses of the Gathering Star Upper Realm.

The floor of the passage is made of dry stone bricks.

The middle-aged woman walked slowly forward on the stone bricks, and her expression gradually changed.

In just a dozen steps, an indescribable majesty returned to her body.

That seemingly ordinary face has become extremely beautiful.

It's not that kind of weak beauty, but an incomparably dazzling beauty.

As she stepped out of the passage, the landscape around her changed.

The palace at night is majestic.

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