The white sun blows the green bamboo, where is the fragrance of camellias?

It's hard to find quiet in troubled times, but who knows that spring is pleasant?

Empty worries, I am worried, when will it be better?

The lonely mountain is lonely, you travel far away, how can I stay when the mountains are blooming?

Early spring, a beautiful season.

The night was mighty, and the mountains were full of flowers. Asking the sky and the sea of bamboo, it is even more amazing. Purple and yellow camellias, pale golden wild chrysanthemums, and emerald pink bamboo flowers, one by one, are dotted among the green bamboo and tender grass, and the path is on the side. From a distance, it seems that the entire mountain is quietly inlaid with gorgeous golden silk buds, more like a girl to be married.

"Da... Click..."

Miles of mountains and forests, green bamboos grow densely and densely, from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, all the way to cover the narrow hiking trail, but also for it to block the scorching sun. The soft and warm mountain breeze stirred the long green silk hair and gray robe skirts of the people who went up the mountain. The butterflies are kind, the flowers are delightful, and they dance with her small steps.

Everything seemed so peaceful and intoxicating.

However, she was not intoxicated at the moment, but intoxicated.

Indulge in the doubts, memories, and analyses in your own mind. Perhaps she was tired, sleepless all night, and running as hard as she could, made her delicate body feel deeply tired, and her pink face looked haggard. Or maybe the content of the letterhead was so heavy that she didn't have the heart to enjoy the pleasant scenery that changed overnight, and hurried away.

"Click..."

Qianying climbed to the top, lifted it slightly, and gently pushed open the small bamboo door that was hidden.

A strong medicinal fragrance followed. The medicine is fragrant, only the medicine is heavy, and the people in the apricot forest will know that this is a life-saving prescription to have such a strong medicinal taste. The bleak shadow followed the scent of medicine, walked through the hall, turned the patio, and walked towards the study.

The door to the study is not closed...

A few long strips of blood-stained cloth were discarded on the bamboo floor at random, a little messy. Several pots of medicine stoves are boiling slowly, and the strong aroma of alcohol in the room is spread from here. Zhou Yuanshan, who was lying on the bamboo bed, was wrapped in a bloody rice dumpling by a miserable white cloth, his breathing was weak, his eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Sha..."

The old man was holding a medicine jar full of plasters in one hand and a black sweep dipped in medicine in the other, and was carefully smearing it back and forth on the root of Zhou Yuanshan's thighs, carefully and meticulously. The little girl walked into the study gently, folded her hands on her lower abdomen, and bowed: "Sir, I'm back." ”

"Hmm. ”

The old man nodded silently, turned his back to Peony and asked kindly, "Are they all gone?"

"All gone, escorted by Master Sanzang. Peony replied lightly.

"Well, then you can go back to your room and rest. ”

"No, I'm not sleepy. ”

"Oh. ”

The old man didn't say anything about it, and there was no more to say at the moment.

Peony was equally speechless, she bent down to pick up the bloody strips of cloth on the floor, placed them in the corner where the dregs were stacked on the side, and then walked to the desk and sat down quietly with her little skirt up. Holding the pestle in her hand, she skillfully grabbed two handfuls of perilla and thistle, added a spoonful of the mountain spring, and began to grind the mortar.

The virgin is quiet, the old man is calm, and Zhou Yuanshan is not moving. The three people in the study seemed to have become a boiling decoction for a while, silently mixing with the air. A wisp of unspeakable emotion spreads.

"It's all gone, it's fine..."

"My old bones can finally live a clean life..."

"If I stay a few days, I will have to live a few years less. ”

“......”

I don't know if the quiet atmosphere is uncomfortable, but the old man finally couldn't help but talk to himself. It's just that there is always a hint of sourness hidden in the words. With the smell of peony, she must be able to smell this sour smell, so she didn't choose to deal with it.

Going around the small bend, Peony said faintly: "It's Uncle Lu who came this morning. ”

"I know. The old man replied casually.

He froze the water. ”

"It's inevitable. ”

"He should come to ask Tianbai Mountain in a few days, you have to prepare. ”

"Hehe..."

The old man laughed playfully and couldn't stop laughing, so the broom in his hand didn't even tremble: "He has already come, just last night when you came down from Yueyang Tower." ”

"Tsk. ”

The pestle that grinded the medicine stopped at the sound. Looking at the medicinal herbs that had been crushed into flakes, the peony didn't have too many emotional ups and downs, and she asked, "Sir, what did you say to Uncle Lu?"

The old man carefully applied the last plaster in the medicine jar on the white cloth that wrapped Zhou Yuanshan's collarbone, then threw the used broom into the medicine jar, and finally put the medicine jar on the ground, and replied casually: "I have said a lot, there is everything from the south to the north." ”

"Wow..."

"Oh. ”

The peony was silent, picked up the bamboo tube with his left hand, and added another spoonful of spring water to the mortar, the unbroken plant stems and leaves floated with the water, and the viscous medicinal juice spread out, gradually melting with the water into a dark green. Pick up the pestle again with your bare hands, dip it in the potion and stir it carefully, gently and slowly, very patiently.

Perhaps seeing his futile thoughts, the old man shook his head helplessly.

After a while, the stove where the medicine was boiling rose with white smoke. The old man got up and took two steps, picked up one of the potion stoves that was boiling on the ground, opened the lid, and poked his old eyes into the furnace to take a closer look, Fang continued: "He was born like a star, and the light of the bright moon became dim under his reflection. Everyone in the world can see it, but how can you Uncle Lu not see it? But since he is the person you fancie, you have to do your best to be a teacher, and you can help anyone you can. It's just that his fate has his own destiny, and many things can't be forced, so you just let it be..."

"Sir, that's a bad statement. ”

Peony looked at the potion that was stirred by the medicine pestle and constantly rotated in the mortar, and said in a quiet voice: "He once said that life is man-made, all things are born together, and heaven and earth are not natural, but cause and effect. Man will conquer the heavens. ”

"Click~"

Close the lid and put the medicine stove back in place. The old man picked up two dead branches and threw them into the furnace to make a fire, and said sourly and casually: "A good heaven and earth are naturally not natural. Now you dare to compare that kid to his teacher?"

The meaning of the words concealed reproach, but the old man's tone was kind, so that people couldn't hear the meaning of reproaching peony for half a minute, but it made people feel a trace of jealousy in the sourness. Peony still looked at the mortar potion, and the little hand holding the pestle slowed down the speed of rotation slightly: "Mr. taught me, there is no order to learn, and the master is the teacher." The apprentice just felt that he was right, and had no intention of comparing himself with Mr. ”

"Hehe..."

The old man is angry and funny.

For so many years, he never imagined that one day he would be preached by this precious apprentice: "Your wings are really stiff." ”

"It's not hard. ”

Peony pouted angrily, and the little girl was obviously a little angry: "If the wings were really hard, the apprentice would have already spread his wings with the wind and flew to Kyoto." A piece of paper is recommended by the country, and the black market only needs a hundred taels of gold, and if you want it, you only need to talk to the senior brother. ”

"Haha..."

It's so angry and funny, the old man is really amused by the squeamishness of this little apprentice's girl.

After laughing for a while, the old man opened the lid of the medicine stove he had just put down again, picked up some medicine vines from the side and threw them into it, and said with feeling: "The girl is outgoing, and she also said that her wings are not hard. But no matter how outgoing you are, this trip to Kyoto is not for you. It's not just you who can't, but neither can your two brothers. Whoever dares to go, I will break their legs. ”

"Why?" asked Peony.

The old man didn't sell Guanzi either, and said directly: "Lao Yin looks at the Central Plains according to the north, and there is no clear attitude in the north of the pass. Now that Yueyang is in chaos, if Li Changan and Xia Yuan can secretly reach a tacit understanding, then the shadow son who was hidden by the old man back then will be like the person who died and came back to life in Yingshui last night, and became a carp gushing out of the water across the river. Within a few days, Xia Yuan could garrison tens of millions of troops in the states and counties of the Southern Regions, forming a joint attack with Lao Yin in the north and south. At that time, Kyoto will be the outlet of Longtan, and as long as there is wind and grass in the Tang Dynasty, it will inevitably be a scene of blood-stained thirteen states. And you are all my first disciples, as long as the Tang Dynasty official government takes down one of you, it will be able to hold the sore feet of our entire Wentian Mountain, and the world will no longer dare to crusade against it. That is, if you go, will you have a chance to come back?"

The words are very long, and the words are sufficient. said the old man's painstaking efforts, and also told the general trend of the world, but Peony's expression did not change much, and he was still angry. Presumably, with her intelligence, she should have already calculated what the old man said before.

While grinding the medicinal mud, Peony pouted and said, "I want to dare to ask Mr. a question." ”

Picking up the boiled medicine stove, the old man sat back on the edge of the bamboo bed, took out another broom from the medicine box next to him, and stirred it into the medicine stove.

"You ask. ”

"You don't lie. ”

The old man smiled meaningfully: "Then you have to ask first, and I will know whether to lie to you or not." ”

Peony hesitated and pondered for a moment, and then said: "Xia Xun's grandfather is the former dynasty prince, twenty years ago, he expected that there would be today's general trend, so he abandoned the foundation of the Central Plains, fled into the north, educated the barbarians, and used the troops for his own use, waiting for the times to change. This is the best policy. However, if you talk about the world's heart, the disciple thinks that this is the next policy.

Because, Grandpa Xia is different from Prince An.

As the nephew of the first king, Prince An is in the blood of the Li family. If he rebels, he can borrow the name of the first king, clear the king's side, and punish the pseudo-emperor. If he succeeds, he can also be named after the emperor's heir and succeed the great treasure. The clans of the world will only turn a blind eye to this, because the Tang Dynasty is still surnamed Li, the national fortune is still the same, and the interests of all parties will not be harmed. This is urged by a major event, and the destiny of heaven returns. And Grandpa Xia is different. Mr. said before that in order to calm the troubled times, Prince Kang died in the Wentian Mountain twenty years ago. When a person dies, he is nameless, and Grandpa Xia is in charge of hundreds of millions of lions in the north, and he can point to Chang'an, but he has no name for being a teacher. An unknown teacher, a reckless man, even if he can grow in blood and hold a great treasure, he cannot inherit the throne. If he ascends to the throne, he will be a traitor, and everyone in the world will be punished. This is the next step.

Therefore, the above places are not what Grandpa Xia wants.

Grandpa Xia is known as a ghost plotter, and the country can be overturned with a snap of his fingers, and he can make a living with a single thought. If he had selfish intentions, he could have built a country in Beimang more than ten years ago, so why should he write the tragic song of Beimang, and endure it until now to plot against the Tang Dynasty? Therefore, in vain I boldly guessed that Mr. lied to me and Xia Xun that night. ”

Speaking of this, Peony looked at the old man sideways, sank his voice, and said in a deep voice: "Prince Kang is not dead, or he still has heirs alive." I don't know, I'm right?"

Repeat the foreshadowing, just to ask the last sentence.

The presentation is orderly, the thinking is clear, detailed and not verbose. Although Xia Yuan said something similar last night on the Yingshui River, what Peony said was hidden in the mystery, and the mystery was not on the bright side. When the peony finished speaking, the medicinal mud in the mortar was just crushed into a uniform paste, and the dark green plant fibers were mixed and solidified to exude a rich grassy smell, and the grinding strength and time were perfectly controlled. So much so that even the old man couldn't help but express a trace of appreciation for his natural words and deeds.

"It seems that our family's little medicine child has indeed grown up. The world, people's hearts, fame and fortune, you can see more thoroughly than your two senior brothers, and you can see farther. ”

I can hear that the old man is trying to divert the topic. Peony put down the pestle, and at the same time poured the plaster from the mortar into the medicine stove placed on the side, picked it up, and then walked to the old man's side, and carefully placed it on the vacant brazier. He asked again, "Please make it clear that the apprentice is right?"

"That's right. ”

The old man didn't talk to him anymore, and directly admitted it: "That night, the teacher did lie. ”

Pick up two dried sticks and throw them into the brazier. Peony stood up, stood quietly behind the old man, and asked again in a deep voice, "But Prince Kang is not dead?"

The old man shook his head with his back to the peony: "Definitely, he is indeed dead." ”

As he spoke, the old man stopped what he was doing, rested his withered hands flat on his knees, and slowly looked up out the window.

Looking out the window at the green bamboo swaying in the wind under the scorching sun, it seems to recall a certain period of the past that was submerged by the long river of time.

"But you guessed right. ”

“......”