Fighter of the Destiny

Chen Changsheng walked up to the middle-aged woman, clasped his hands and saluted.

When he saw the person coming, it wasn't Luo Luo. He didn't turn around and leave because he knew this middle-aged woman.

On the night of the Ivy Banquet, he was sent to the bottom of the Black Dragon Pond by Mo Yu. He finally escaped with great difficulty and danger. When he came to the ground, he found himself in a pond. This middle-aged woman was by the pond at the time. She didn't know if she was going to wash her hands or not. While doing laundry, I was almost injured by a naughty squirrel.

He knew very well that the light in the Baicao Garden was unlikely to be Luoluo, but seeing that it was really not Luoluo, he was still a little disappointed.

Looking at the dark Qiulin surrounding him, he thought for a moment, since this middle-aged woman was from the palace, how could she appear in the Baicao Garden? Judging from her age, this middle-aged woman should be a female official in the palace. If she is the late emperor's concubine, then this matter will be a bit troublesome.

He was a little wary. He walked up to the middle-aged woman and asked a few questions with gestures with his hands. Because he was worried about scaring the other party, he tried to keep his expression as calm as possible, and his gestures of mute gestures were also very gentle to avoid irritation. to each other.

He asked her how she came out of the palace.

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

Chen Changsheng was startled, and started gesticulating again, but this time the speed was slower. He believed that the meaning was expressed clearly 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 has good eyesight. The light in the Baicao Garden is a little dim, and he can clearly see the rust on the key, and there are two brand-new scratches, or they were just added. It seems that this old key was used before tonight. Haven't used it for a long time.

When Mo Yu left the National Education Academy that day, he saw the old door on the palace wall. Could it be that this key opened that door? Did this middle-aged woman also have the right to enter and exit 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 for a while and sat down as he was told.

The middle-aged woman turned around and looked at a wooden house deep in the Herb Garden. She was silent for a long time. Then her left hand suddenly fell on the stone table and knocked twice.

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

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

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

Sitting across the table, I could see more clearly. Based on the appearance of the middle-aged woman, she should not be the late emperor's concubine. She might be one of the female officials used by the Holy Empress in the palace, or even the leader of the female officials. But Chen Changsheng was very interested in her. The respect has nothing to do with her possible status, just because she is much older than him.

He believes that the length of life is very important, and just like the black tea in the cup, the older it gets, the more fragrant and precious it becomes, and the more you can taste from it. He regrets that it is difficult for him to experience the process of time, so Pay special respect to the elderly and pay attention to generational ethics.

The middle-aged woman picked up the teacup, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.

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

Staring at a woman's lips, even if it was a woman much older than him and with ordinary appearance, was still very rude. He came to his senses, quickly looked away, and then saw the rest of his eyes on the stone table. That teacup.

It’s late at night and there’s no one in the autumn garden. Why are there two teacups?

He looked at the middle-aged woman and gestured to ask if he could drink tea. He had sweated a lot while treating Xuanyuan Po's injuries, and now he was indeed thirsty.

The middle-aged woman didn't look at him and nodded slightly, which probably meant she agreed.

Chen Changsheng picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He found that the tea soup was rich and refreshing, and it was a rare and good tea. Even the famous teas given to him by Luo Luo Xiaojing some time ago could not compare with the seemingly crude tea in the pot. Black tea is comparable.

How the tea tastes, apart from the material of the tea itself, the most important thing is the person who makes the tea.

Anyone who can brew such a pot of black tea is certainly extraordinary.

Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged woman with increasingly respectful eyes.

He put down his tea cup and waited for the other party to ask questions.

However, the starlight settled 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 seemingly devoid of any emotion, but full of all kinds of emotions.

There just wasn't him as a person.

Chen Changsheng felt a little embarrassed and nervous. He was not used to this kind of silent situation.

As time went by, he gradually adapted to the atmosphere and no longer thought about anything. He poured tea for the middle-aged woman and himself, then drank the tea in silence, listening to the last chirping of insects in the autumn garden, and his mood gradually became peaceful. Even started to get drunk.

Only then did he remember that he originally liked silence and was used to it.

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

But after coming to Kyoto, whether it was in the Eastern Royal Palace or the abandoned garden of the palace, he said a lot to Mrs. Xu, Shuang'er and Miss Mo Yu for some reasons. After Tang Sanliu came to the National Education Academy, he no longer cared about words as much as when they first met. His nature as a talkative was exposed, and he had to accompany him to talk.

This made him feel very hard.

No one stipulates that when two people sit together, they must talk.

It's nice to just sit quietly like this.

If there is occasional communication, there is no need to speak, just gestures, which is also good.

He seemed to be back in Xining Town. By the stream behind the old temple, he and his senior brother Yu Ren were quietly reading the Taoist Tibetan Medicine Sutra by the starlight. When they saw something they didn't understand, he and his senior brother made hand gestures to refer to each other, and then Continue reading quietly.

The streamside at that time was like the Baicao Garden at this time, very quiet and comfortable.

Xining Town is extremely remote. It becomes pitch black after nightfall, but the stars are so bright that they fall on the ground like snow. After he came to Kyoto, apart from the complicated people living here, the thing he was most unaccustomed to was the lights at night and the starlight that seemed to become much turbid and dim.

Several successive autumn rains have washed the sky of Kyoto clean. In addition, there was no light in the Baicao Garden except for the weak oil lamp on the stone table. The lantern in the arrow tower of the palace not far away was also covered by the dense forest, and the starlight seemed to become brighter.

Starlight fell through the tips of Qiulin and fell on his face.

He looked up at the sky full of stars, missing the old temple in Xining Town and his senior brothers, but his eyes were narrowed by the starlight.

Under the silvery starlight, his features were so clean.

He squinted his eyes, and the childishness he usually concealed suddenly emerged.

He is still as approachable 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 his eyes, oblivious, thinking, missing.

She stared at him blankly.

Her longing and longing had just ended, and could only be missed and longed for.

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

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

He was very unaccustomed to this kind of physical closeness and had not had much experience since he was a child. What's more, he didn't know this middle-aged woman at all and had only met her twice.

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

There were extremely complex emotions in those eyes like a star lake, which gradually turned into sadness and weakness.

Thinking that this middle-aged woman could not speak, had lived in the deep palace for many years, and had experienced many dangerous and sad things, he couldn't bear to leave, so he had to let her palms move gently on her face, just like that It feels really weird.

The woman's warm and generous palms slowly caressed his face. 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 could no longer sit still, so he quickly stood up, took two steps back, saluted and said, "I have to go back."

After he said the words, he remembered that the other person was deaf-mute, and quickly made two gestures.

The middle-aged woman laughed when she saw how violently he reacted.

Her laughter was of course silent, but there was a heroic air in her posture, letting everyone watching know that she was laughing heartily. (Note)

Before Chen Changsheng left, the middle-aged woman stood up and walked towards the depths of the Herb Garden.

Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and followed.

The night breeze blew gently, and the fallen leaves floated on the stone table, swirling gently around the teapot and two teacups.

After waiting for twenty years, the teapot, teacups and the tea stove beside the table welcomed their former owners. I don’t know how many years they will have to wait for the next time.

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What surprised Chen Changsheng was that the middle-aged woman did not go to the National Education College, but walked directly to the depths of the Herb Garden. It was not until he came to the old and mottled palace wall and looked at the old door that he knew, It turns out that she and Mo Yu walked through different doors.

The middle-aged woman ignored him and didn't care that he followed. She took out the key and inserted it into the lock. With two soft clicks, the lock was opened, and another creaking sound cut through the silent night sky. The old wooden door Being pushed away, she walked in.

It was only then that Chen Changsheng confirmed that nothing was wrong. He relaxed and loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword. He looked at the back of the middle-aged woman and shouted softly, wanting to say something. Unexpectedly, the door opened. It quickly closed before his eyes.

Just left like this? He was a little stunned, until he remembered that she couldn't hear the sound, and he felt a little relieved.

The closed wooden door seems to be integrated with the palace wall.

He looked at the door, a little confused.

Is what happened tonight real?

Why are they similar to those ghost and fairy stories in Daozang?

But the slightly astringent and fragrant tea flavor still lingers on 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 other side of the door that Chen Changsheng couldn't see was a long passage.

The passage is surrounded by moss and vines. Under the vines, there are at least six formations and mechanisms that can kill the powerful people in the upper realm of gathering stars.

The floor of the passage is dry stone brick.

The middle-aged woman stepped forward slowly on the stone bricks, her expression gradually changing.

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

That seemingly ordinary face became extremely beautiful.

Not the kind of weak beauty, but the extremely dazzling beauty.

When she walked out of the passage, the scenery around her changed.

The palace at night is majestic and majestic.

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(Originally there were a few more sentences, but I moved them to the next chapter, because they are the most beautiful here. I can’t control my desire for beauty when I write. The Appearance Association really can’t help it. See you tomorrow, ah, tomorrow It’s Monday, please don’t forget to vote for recommendations and see if there are any monthly tickets available?)