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Chapter 81 Chapter 81
"Liu Yuan." On the mountain road, Liu Yuan turned his head, and the girl was standing in the soft night, with a light halo shining into her bright eyes, shining with a layer of water.

She stood there with some distance from Liu Yuan, looking at him with her head slightly sideways.

The night wind lifted her hanging plain skirt, and the lamp hooked on her hand swayed slightly, making the female ghost scholar painted on the lamp become confusing.

"What's the matter."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he stared blankly at his person before returning to his senses.

"Will you come on the day of Fengshen Festival?"

Gu Aman kicked the stones on the mountain path, "If you are free, can you give me an osmanthus at the foot of the mountain?"

"I may not come."

"Oh."

Gu Aman responded dully, she let go of the pebbles at her feet, but the pebbles bounced and fell down the mountain path.

"Then I'll go back."

Liu Yuan's eyes drooped slightly, a few fireflies swayed in the wind, he looked at Gu Aman and turned around with a smile, the corners of his swaying skirt disappeared in the depths of the mountain road.

In the lonely night, I don't know who sighed softly.

Looking at the mirror at the window to paint Emei, I am happy with the newly embroidered small Luo shirt.

Before dawn, the whole Hongxia Mountain became lively.

Don't look at Hongxia Mountain's gates are usually closed and they don't welcome guests, but during the special day of the Fengshen Festival, it is rare to open the gates wide.

The family members of Hongxia Mountain disciples can go up the mountain to reunite with their relatives during this period, and most importantly, they can also watch the ceremonies in the first few days of the Fengshen Festival.

Since night fell on the first day, a lot of ox carts and horse-drawn carts came to the foot of the mountain one after another.

The surrounding area was still dark, and there was a commotion all around. Either the horse of this family kicked someone, or the donkey of that family was disobedient, and they were gearing up to fight and clamor.

Because of the festival, many blood relatives will pick the best and most fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus at the foot of the mountain before going up the mountain for auspiciousness.

So from this early morning, Gu Aman pouted and put on a dirty face, looking at the eldest grandson of the emperor who was practicing calligraphy in front of the table.

"Obviously I didn't give birth to the child, why does the work of looking after the child fall on me?"

She has expressed this emotion countless times.

Time and time again, I am amazed by the beauty of children bowing their heads and writing under the window lattice.

This little doll is really cute, but in the words of her cheap master, although beautiful, it is an empty vase.

The first prince and the first princess didn't seem to have taught him much about this.

Even holding the pen, facing the copybook that Gu Aman found, the strokes are not smooth, and they are crooked and messed up.

"It's ugly."

Gu Aman looked at the big characters written by Qiming and answered with a blank expression. Qiming blinked at her with gray eyes like glass beads, and the big eyes were full of emptiness.

His snowy eyelashes are slender and curly, a bit like a lost deer in the mountains.

"Does Little Xingxing know what day it is today?"

Gu Aman crossed his arms, "Do you know that the Harvest God Festival is a major festival in which the God of Harvest incarnates in the legend and turns everything into a blessing for the common people."

"Do you know what other people are doing? They are holding the osmanthus twigs sent by their family, waiting to defeat me."

"Hmph." Gu Aman raised his chin arrogantly like a lonely master, "Can I be overthrown by a few osmanthus twigs?"

Qiming sat with his lapel straight, as if he was listening, but also as if he was facing a transparent person.

"Forget it, why am I telling you these things, you are just a child." A child who doesn't understand anything.

Gu Aman was discouraged, she lay on the window and looked out, everyone held osmanthus branches in their hands, the rich fragrance could be smelled from far away.

But she has none.

No one will come to see her, and no one will expect her to win the toad palace.

Someone knocked on the door, Gu Aman winked at Qiming, this time Qiming understood, and obediently hid in Gu Aman's green gauze closet.

Gu Aman took her book pages and pen and lazily went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Gu Aman was stunned.

She took a few steps back, rubbed her eyes, stretched her head forward again, and blinked again with certainty.

The sun didn't come out from the west today, so why did his father, Mr. Gu, come here?

Especially accompanied by her mother Zhou Shi.

There is a saying that there is nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall.

Gu Aman was wary of Mrs. Zhou at first and was playing tricks, but for some reason, her gaze involuntarily shifted to Mr. Gu's hands.

Master Gu held a newly folded sweet-scented osmanthus in his hand.

Dots of gold are dotted in the gaps in the green leaves, and the flowers are crowded and open, with a strong fragrance.

Not to mention the many folds on Mr. Gu's sleeves, there are even a few scratches where the branches and leaves have pulled off the threads.

Obviously, this laurel branch was broken by him himself.

At that moment, Gu Aman suddenly felt a little wronged, as if he had tried his best to flash hundreds of small stars in the night sky, and finally one day, he was noticed by someone.

She looked down at the cinnamon stick in Mr. Gu's hand, her eyes were so sore that she would shed tears if she blinked.

She lowered her head and wrote slowly: "The mountain road is bumpy and the journey is long, why are parents here?"

When she asked this question, she kept trying not to look at the sweet-scented osmanthus in Master Gu's hand, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyes would involuntarily turn back.

Master Gu looked at the words written by Gu Aman, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong with your throat?"

Gu Aman wrote back: "I was poisoned by someone."

Mr. Gu's elegant brows suddenly wrinkled deeper, and the thick Sichuan pattern was imprinted on him, "How could he be poisoned? Who is the person who poisoned him? Can he be caught?"

It would be a lie to say that I am not heartwarming.

Gu Aman held the pen, and for a moment she felt that it was not good for her to pretend to be poisoned and make her family worry.

She was even considering whether to tell about her pretending to be dumb.

But the moment she wanted to speak, she saw Zhou's impatient gaze.

"Your problem of causing trouble all day long, can you restrain yourself a little bit? There are so many people in Hongxia Mountain who are apprentices to their masters, why are you the only one who was poisoned?"

Zhou's face showed disgust, and she hurriedly said to Mr. Gu, "Let's go quickly, it's already so late, if we don't rush to Ming Luan's place, I'm afraid she will get angry."

Master Gu replied in a low voice, "We still have to visit your sister, you should learn from the master of Hongxia Mountain, don't cause trouble, let alone make the master angry."

As Mr. Gu said, he took the osmanthus that was in full bloom and walked elsewhere.

After walking a certain distance, Gu Aman could still clearly hear Zhou's complaining voice.

"We are here to see Mingluan, why do you insist on coming here? Look, the freshly folded sweet-scented osmanthus is almost gone."

"Master, you just think too much, he can't speak anymore, even if he follows the owner of the Lvyun Pavilion, what can he do in the future? We, the only one we can rely on is Ming Luan..."

That day, Gu Aman taught Qiming over and over again, "You said that when you write this stroke, can't you also write that stroke as well?
is it hard?It's just a matter of one stroke and one stroke, if you care about one thing and lose another, how uncomfortable the other one will be. "

Qiming turned a deaf ear to it, still doing his own way and waving his random handwriting, but suddenly paused.

He looked up to the sky.

Obviously it didn't rain.

Why was the rice paper under his hand wet by the raindrops?

(End of this chapter)