box of hearts

Chapter 181
Mu Yun let out a "bah", and poked at her with her finger, "I felt that you were a little stupid when I was with you. It really is a silly talk of a small joker. What's 'one servant does not serve two masters'? Then the next sentence What is it? 'One woman does not serve two husbands'. Are you forcing your mother to throw herself into the lake?"

Yingzhi's face immediately turned paler than when she just got out of the water, "No, no!"

"Are you afraid of dying in someone else's house and harming that lady, so you are not afraid of dying here and harming your mother? The first day your mother came here, she killed someone, but isn't it an auspicious thing?"

"me--"

"It's a shame that you told me how much your mother loves you, that your mother sees you as young and weak, so she doesn't ask you to do any rough and tiring work, but only lets you play with Zai Yu, and she also finds time every day to teach you to read and write. , You said that you should honor your mother well for the rest of your life. If you are really dead today, lying there stiffly, what else do you have to honor your mother?"

Qing Tian raised his hand to stop Mu Yun, and held Ying Zhi's face wet with tears in both hands, with a solemn expression, "Ying Zhi, loyalty, filial piety and righteousness in the play are all about life and death, but in reality there is no such thing as death." So much happiness and enmity? You see in the world, if a married couple dies or one of them dies or is injured, it is very common for a man to remarry and a woman to remarry. Don’t say that you and I are just masters and servants, we are real sisters. Unexpectedly, neither harming me because of you, nor wronging me because of you, how can you be unfaithful or unrighteous? You have done your duty to feel sorry for me, and you should live your life happily and joyfully , this is serious. We are all ordinary people, and we live in the endless world, not the flickering on the stage, life or death. Your sister Zhaohua was originally a noble person, and she refused to live with humiliation when she encountered a big crime. .You are doing well now. If you move this idea for me, instead of being grateful for your loyalty, I will be ashamed for the rest of my life because of you. Think about it, why bother to do such a stupid thing that hurts others and is not good for yourself?"

Yingzhi is a very foolish person, ever since she was chosen by Qingtian's side, she has been single-minded about having only this master, forced to serve others for a few months, the pain is like a martyr's loss of integrity.But now seeing Qing Tian's persuasion so wholeheartedly, he couldn't help feeling sad and happy, "Wow" burst into tears.

Mu Yun smiled wryly again, and sighed again: "What an idiot!"

Qingtian embraced Ying Zhi, patted it softly, thought of taking pictures of flowers again, shed tears little by little, wiped it with his sleeve, and said in a choked voice: "Mu Yun, Madam Huang, don't say please." Is a doctor here? You go and send him in, tell Yingzhi to show him, don’t get hot after being so excited by the lake water.”

Mu Yun took up the beaded silk belt that was stretched across his waist, wiped it in front of his eyes, and turned away.

The old doctor had seen it for Yingzhi, and prescribed two doses of decoction to dispel the cold, and knelt down to take Qingtian's pulse. Seeing her deformed right hand, he asked a few words. .The dressing was changed once a day, and medicinal materials such as cinnamon and blood swallow were used to strengthen the foundation and nourish the vitality. After taking it for a period of time, the pulse record presented to Mrs. Huang stated that "the spirit is getting longer, and the pulse is also gentle."

After the gauze was removed, the tumor on Qingtian's hands was gone, the bald nails gradually improved, and a thick layer of hair grew.She thought she was ugly, so she didn't leave the room. She just copied the "Avalokitesvara in White Clothes Sutra" and "The Curse of Rebirth" over and over again with her wound-healed hands.Mu Yun persuaded her, but she only met with tears, "When I think of Zhaohua, my heart hurts, and I will comfort her by copying some scriptures and doing some good deeds for her." Apply hot compresses to Qingtian's swollen wrists every night before going to bed.

Except for the companionship of scriptures, Qingtian just leans on the railing and overlooks the red pavilions and white pagodas of the Slender West Lake, and the flowers at the bottom of the curtains. Before he knows it, he sees the golden osmanthus sprucing up the mountains, and it is the fifteenth day of August.

8.
On this day, the wife of Huang Siquan, the censor of Caojiang, rushed to Anlu early, wearing a brand-new sky blue satin dress, with treasured buns and clouds, shining with pearls.

"The Avalokitesvara in Gaoman Temple is very spiritual. Today is an auspicious day. If the empress is interested, she will go to burn incense sticks later? In the evening, I will arrange a troupe for the empress, and I will perform a few performances in the garden. Li’s troupe in Yiyang tune, and He’s troupe in Kunqu opera are all top-notch.”

Mu Yun and Ying Zhi stood on both sides, Qing Tian sat on an embroidered chair in the middle, still wearing men's clothes, wearing a ponytail silk cigarette hat, like a handsome nobleman.She squeezed a bunch of coconut rosary beads in her hands, and fiddled with them skillfully, "Thank you Madam for your kindness, but I'm not interested in all the lively and flashy things, I just want to enjoy the moon in peace, that's all."

"I didn't dare to disobey my mother's intentions, but since my mother came to the humble house, I never took a step out of the garden gate. When I returned to Beijing in the future, the prince asked what cultural relics my mother had visited in Yangzhou. How can I make my concubine work? This year is another In the eighth month of the leap, it would take two Mid-Autumn Festivals. This is a day for the whole family to celebrate, but the empress is alone outside, so if you don’t have a good time, why don’t you ask the prince to blame the concubine for not being able to do things?”

"Madam is meticulous and thoughtful. You don't know how to do things. I'm afraid there will be no one in this world who knows how to do things. It's just that everything should be timely. It's not suitable for me to spread the word here. Besides, the princess is dead When the time limit expires, I will be buried in the middle of the capital immediately, and even the royal palace has to reject festivals and feasts. How can I have a church meeting here in a grand place where everyone is watching, beating gongs and drums? I am not afraid of causing trouble to my wife, and I am also afraid of causing trouble to the prince. I appreciate your kindness, and there are mooncakes sent by your wife." Qing Tian nodded to the two rhinoceros lacquer boxes on the table with beads hanging on his knuckles, " I’m going to have a great time this season.”

Mrs. Huang sighed: "It's no wonder the prince loves the empress so much. The empress is always thinking of the prince, which is really commendable. Since the empress has said so, the concubine will not force her. The empress can do whatever she wants. When she wants to go out for a walk , or if you want to listen to books or plays, just give me a word. I am here to congratulate the empress on the festival."

Qingtian pulled the beads with both hands, put them on his chest and said with a smile: "Thank you Madam for making this special trip, I won't stay any longer, Madam should go back home to spend the festive season with Master Huang. Yingzhi, send Madam off for me .”

Yingzhi let out an "ah" and spread Bai Nuo's palm towards Mrs. Huang, "Madam, please."

When night fell, a full moon appeared on the dome.On the surface of the lake with thick light and light shadows, shuttle boats swing among the lotus leaves.Qinglun who chanted poems and essays, and wanderers who leaned on the red and nestled in the emerald, talked and talked loudly. The laughter was accompanied by the phoenix flute, the elephant board, the wild goose, the selenium and the luansheng.

In the golden moonlight, the only solitude is the small courtyard in Anlu.There is an ancient vine inside the hexagonal stone fence in the courtyard, and the stone table under the vine trellis is filled with flowers and wine, and there is only Qingtian sitting alone beside the table.She raised her chin slightly, drank the thin porcelain wine glass in her hand to the bottom, and sighed quietly, with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in her sigh, just like her longing.There are many things she misses: Zhaohua who is far away from the world, her sisters who are prosperous in the world, her cat Zaiyu, the city of Beijing... These are the whole grains in a glass of wine, but the one that makes wine into wine , that tinge of unknown fragrance is only for one person.

Qingtian misses this person so much, as if every moment of his life has been entwined with thousands of miles of longing since he left in July.People who have never tasted the feeling of lovesickness will never understand how they are suddenly held by the throat by this thread when they are eating, or let this thread tightly hang on their eyelids when they fall asleep, and they cannot sleep all night.But this concern is much sweeter and more intoxicating than the hopeless contemplation in the Moon Nunnery.

The moon at the head is as majestic as a mirror, reflecting the millions of eyes on the ground looking at it from afar.In the reflection of these eyes, Qingtian looked for Qi She's, she knew that he would definitely look at this golden moon tonight, and look for her in the moon.They recognized each other in the sky mirror and gazed at each other, sour and sweet, sad and envious.

"Miss?"

A soft call from behind interrupted Qingtian's self-indulgent loneliness. She turned around and saw the delicate shadow of a warbler branch among the flowers.She held up a box, made of sandalwood, literate and inscribed with gold [9]. "I know that my mother doesn't ask anyone to be around, but Mrs. Huang secretly gave this to her servants during the day, saying that she will present it to her when she is admiring the moon."

Qingtian flicked his fingertips lightly, "What?"

Yingzhi smiled, played a rare trick, and read a few lines from "Jade Jiaozhi" in "The Palace of Eternal Life": "The concentric tin box is reunited today, and the two fly to the hairpin swallow again."

After a slight start, joy welled up in Qingtian's cheeks, she reached out to take the wooden box, wanting to start but stop.

Yingzhi understood, bowed her knees with a smile in her mouth, and walked away.

Under the moonlight, Qing Tian lightly lifted the lid of the box.Two drops of fine tears fell down and landed on the things in the box.It was a silk-white handkerchief, with clusters of delicate dark flowers stained by tears, which turned a milky-yellow color.Qingtian took out a silk handkerchief from the box, the tentacle was old but soft, she wiped away the tears from her cheeks with it, pinched it in front of her nose, closed her eyes and sniffed.First, there is the light sandalwood fragrance, and in the deep part, it is the breath that she misses day and night, which she has been familiar with for many years, and she used to bury herself in this breath every night to fall asleep.Qingtian couldn't help but fluttered, and after a long while, he found that there was another brocade note in the box that was made of concentric squares.

She tucked the handkerchief into her sleeve, took Fang Sheng and opened it, and took out a piece of golden rice paper that was one foot square.She frowned first, then realized in an instant, burst into a "puchi" laugh, and laughed so hard that she leaned over the stone table.There is a painting on the paper, with blank spaces around it, only a hand outlined in thick ink in the middle, the lines are uneven in thickness and weight, it looks like someone who doesn't know how to draw is stretching his hand on the paper and tracing it with a brush. become.

(End of this chapter)