In the city of Mengyue that extends in all directions, there is a magnificent five-story mansion.

The mansion is built with exquisite architecture and high-quality materials, whether it is the exposed eaves, columns, or the ridge purlins and flying rafters hidden inside, they have long been weathered and accumulated a thick layer of dust, but they have not been eroded and decayed by the years. The decoration of the mansion is simple, there is no gold carving and silver column, and there is no sandalwood and purple bamboo, which is simple and elegant, and the tone of this Mengyue city is very consistent. Or, it can also be said that the heart of this Mengyue City was laid because of this mansion.

On the fourth floor of the mansion, there is a name for 'Listening to the Wind Pavilion'. This Tingfeng Pavilion is different from the style of closed walls and paper windows on other floors, but it is a completely open pavilion in the air. The attic was almost empty except for the red-painted serpent columns and a thin blanket spread on the wooden floor. Only the sound of the wind came and went from this high pavilion, whistling.

The mansion has a total of five floors, seven feet high and three feet high, and is the peak in the Mengyue City, which is wide and spacious but rarely has a pagoda and high-rise buildings, and you can see the mountains at a glance.

Such a big mansion is not the protection of the government or the rich of the squire.

Just because in front of the courtyard, on the top of the two stone lions to ward off evil spirits, there is a big plaque with white characters on a black background.

'Zhou Family'.

......

In the Listening Wind Pavilion, a gust of fresh wind dispersed the heat of the tea noodles.

The young man sitting on the railing pursed his lips slightly, brushed his sleeves and pinched the teacup, looked sideways at the rows of mansions and buildings, and looked at the ordinary people with morning glory horses, firewood on their backs, and cloth clothes, coming and going on the streets of the city, passing by, drinking the dragon well in the cup with a tired face, and yawning for a long time.

'Click-'

A crisp and rapid faint movement came by itself.

The boy looked back reluctantly, glanced at the black chess pieces that had just landed on the chessboard, and looked up at the young woman sitting cross-legged across the board.

She has black eyes and white skin, and although her facial features are not very stunning, they can be called 'generally good-looking'; she is well-groomed, dressed in a wide white-rimmed black robe, and the green silk is coiled up into the style of an e-hairpin, with a silver hairpin inserted on it; she sits upright, her body is as calm and straight as a bell, and her hands are upright and knocked on her knees, and she is not angry and arrogant.

The woman's appearance and figure are no more than jasper, but there seems to be a sense of indifference in her eyes and expression.

He squinted, and his gaze fell on her heart, the slightly raised yin and yang pattern sewn into her robe.

The corners of his lips are slightly playfully raised.

"What do you see. ”

A cold female voice came into my ears.

He grinned and said, "Sister, I look at the yin and yang fish." ”

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Look at your own clothes." ”

He put down the teacup, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "How can I have a sister's good looks." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sunspot float up from the chessboard, and it hit his eyebrows with a 'pop-'.

"Ouch!" the young man cried out in pain, quickly raised his hand to cover his forehead, and said in a loud voice: "Laugh! Sister, laugh!"

The woman snorted lightly, retracted her fingers, and returned to her original position. She squinted at the smiling young man in front of her, and said, "Luozi." ”

"Alas, good. ”

The boy immediately responded. He rubbed his eyebrows, looked down at the yellow wood chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal paths, pondered for a moment, reached out and picked up a white seed from the porcelain bowl next to him, and landed two ways away from the place where the black seed fell.

After Luozi, he turned his face sideways, looked at the streets in the city, and said loudly: "Sister, what do you say my father is thinking, why do you want Brother Yi to personally invite the 'Pingshui White Clothes', and still want us to prepare such a big battle?"

The woman looked down at the chess game on the table, frowned slightly, and a sunspot floated out of thin air from the porcelain bowl, landed on the chessboard, and said lightly: "Call the head of the house." ”

The young man nodded, looked back at the chessboard and pondered for a moment, then dropped a son, and said, "Why do you say that the head of the house has anything to do with that white cloth? In the past two days, I have heard a lot of rumors about this 'Pingshui White Clothes' from the street. Let's not mention whether he is really as arrogant and domineering as rumored, it is the turn of our Zhou family to make rules for him...... Just because he is already a guest of the Yin family, I don't think our family should meddle in this matter, after all, the Yin family and us are still friendly. Sister, you say, what kind of calculation is the head of the family?"

The woman looked at the chessboard seriously and said lightly, 'I don't know'.

"Alas, sister, you just don't hear what's going on outside the window. The young man pretended to wave his hand maturely and said, "It's really boring to be at home all day long, either playing chess or calculating." ”

She dropped a son, glanced at the young man, and said, "The head of the family orders, we just do it." ”

He was noncommittal, glanced at the chessboard, picked up a white seed from the porcelain bowl, and was about to fall.

Unexpectedly, I found that the two black and white snakes on the chessboard that were biting each other were obviously evenly matched, but after the woman fell a son just now, the overall situation changed. At this moment, the white snake was obviously held down for seven inches, and it was completely unable to move, and it was already life and death.

The young man was in a hurry, and hurriedly thought hard about how to break the game. He looked left and right, looked closer, looked up, and looked back, his eyes were a little wide, but he couldn't see anything famous. After twisting for a moment, he sighed, threw Bai Zi back into the porcelain bowl, and sighed: "Lost, lost, lost." ”

The young woman raised her eyebrows slightly, and a slight smile appeared on her originally cold face.

She raised her right hand and flipped her palm, and saw all the sunspots on the chessboard floating together, hanging in the air. Then, with a slight swing of his fingers, the sunspots lined up in a curtain of beads and obediently fell back into the porcelain bowl one by one.

The right hand falls, the left hand is raised, and all the white seeds are returned to the porcelain bowl.

After all the chess pieces were lying quietly, she brushed her sleeves and held the teacup in front of her, blew the tea that was already slightly cool, took a sip, and said softly: "Zhou Huan, you are still too impetuous." ”

The young man whose name was called smiled and complimented: "How can I compare to your sister who is as calm as water! Today, I can go down to the seventy-third hand with my sister, and I feel that I have made great progress compared to before." ”

The young woman put down the teacup lightly, bowed slightly, and said: "There is progress, but if you are more attentive, you may be able to go down to a hundred hands with me, or use up the entire three hundred and sixty-one sons, and go down to a tie." ”

The young man was taken aback and said with great joy: "Hey, Tie?!I?, and my sister who can see seven steps later?!"

The woman smiled faintly and said, "Well, I just didn't expect your hand-drawn snake." ”

“...... You're making fun of me again. ”

Zhou Huan gave her a roll of his eyes angrily, hugged his chest sideways, and looked out of the pavilion.

The woman smiled lightly, turned sideways, and looked out with him.

In the field of vision, in addition to the market streets that are close at hand and the voices of people are gradually boiling, there are also hazy peaks that are far away but cannot be ignored.

There is red dust below, and there are gods above.

Suddenly, I heard a rush of footsteps in the courtyard.

The two looked at each other.

It was to get up with his robe and ride the wind down in the Wind Listening Pavilion.

......

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

Since Bai Yi went out with the son of the Zhou family, the Yin family's compound, which was originally very noisy, was suddenly cleaned.

Sima Xiande, who probably didn't come in from the main gate in the morning, left the main gate and returned home, and Yin Zheng, who jumped down from the second floor into the pond, also jumped back to the second floor, cultivating and recuperating in the secluded room, condensing his inner breath. And Yin Shao, after Wang Manxiu left, just pretended to make a few strokes of the spear, then changed into clean clothes and went back to the house for breakfast.

After eating breakfast, thinking that he could knock on the door from door to door with the white clothes, he was just about to go to the study to pick out a book of ancient poems and texts to taste at will, when he suddenly bumped into Lao Huang, the steward who walked quickly. Without waiting for Yin Shao to politely greet Lao Huang, Lao Huang opened his mouth and said, the old man was waiting for him in his room, seeing that there was something important to talk about to him.

Yin Shaozi immediately agreed, walked quickly into the mansion, turned the corner of the corridor, and came to the half-hidden old man's room.

After knocking lightly on the door, he said, "Weng Weng, it's me", then pushed the door in, and closed the door with his backhand.

Turn around and look up.

Different from the master bedroom, which should be the largest in ordinary mansions, the Yin family's master's room is the smallest room in the entire Yin family's mansion, with only one bed, one table, one chair, and four walls. Yin Shaoxiao was puzzled, and asked Weng Weng about it in person. At that time, Mr. Yin would smile and say something about 'gold and silver nests, not as good as his own dog kennel'. I don't know if the truth is right or not, but this old man's room, which looks very simple, is indeed the only room that has not been renovated and expanded after the Yin family's magnanimity.

Yin Bing, who was holding a red cane in front of the window, came back to his senses, raised Shang Xian Kurosawa's brow, and said to him, "Coming?"

Yin Shao bowed his head and responded: "Dare to ask Weng Weng what he wants to talk to his grandson?"

Yin Bing didn't answer directly, but just beckoned to him, signaling him to come closer.

Yin Shao immediately walked in front of Weng Weng, bent down slightly, leaned closer, and listened.

But Yin Bing didn't say anything, just reached out and took out a neatly folded, somewhat yellowed inked rice paper from his arms and gently patted it on his chest.

Yin Shao was slightly stunned, and immediately pressed the rice paper on his chest.

"Read it, and you'll know it all. ”

Weng Weng's slightly vicissitudes of life came into his mind.

Yin Shao has no reason not to read it.

So he spread out the rice paper and read it silently from right to left, column by column, word by word.

Then, I saw that the yellowed rice paper, like a fallen leaf, staggered and silently fell to the ground.

Yin Bing squinted.

In his slightly amber pupils was a young face of astonishment—no less stunned than daylight.

The old gentleman raised his old hand, patted Yin Shao's shoulder, and said with a light smile: "Scared?"

Yin Shao blinked violently, shook his head again, and then dared to speak: "Can this ...... Aren't you scared?"

The old gentleman smiled and nodded: "That's right." ”

After saying that, he turned around on crutches and looked at the pool of clear water outside the window, and the lotus water lilies in it that were staggering because of the big trouble among the others.

Yin Shao looked at his back, lowered his head and read what was written on the rice paper from beginning to end, but the look of disbelief on his face did not decrease in the slightest. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Weng Weng, if what is written on this paper is true, then should we help or—"

"In the near future, the burden of the Yin family will have to be carried by you. Yin Bing looked at the pond outside the window, and his voice was low and hoarse: "So, if you don't make a decision on this matter, your uncle won't make a decision." ”

The old gentleman turned sideways and looked at him with his yellowed pupils.

"It's up to you, Yin Shao, to decide. ”