The light in the room was on, and a beautiful shadow was cast on the thin window screen. Looking out the window, the beautiful figure seemed to be looking at something with her head down.
In the room, Diao Chan was sitting by the window, and there was a picture scroll spread out on the table by the window.
She was adopted by Wang Yun when she was young, taught singing, dancing, music and painting, and had the opportunity to study. She is not talented and can't read theories, but she likes reading poetry and music.
Every time I read to the depths, I always yearn for those who are talented in poetry, travel across mountains and rivers, and every flower, tree, grass, and stone can be poetry, and they can express their feelings.
So when she was young, she thought that she could meet a scholar. The scholar was a tourist, carrying a bag and a bamboo hat, traveling across mountains and rivers until she met her.
On the scroll in front of her was a white-clothed scholar with a bookcase on his back. The scholar was wearing a bamboo hat, but there was no face in the painting.
Because she thought about it for a long time, and she didn't know what that person should look like, whether it was handsome, ordinary, or ugly. She couldn't figure it out, so she just wanted to wait until she met that person, and then draw his appearance.
Now it seems that there is no chance to paint it.
"What should you look like?" Diao Chan looked at the person in the painting scroll and asked softly, but unfortunately the person in the painting would not answer her.
As the night was getting dark, she put away the picture scroll. If possible, she hoped that she could meet such a person in the future and write down his face. I don't want to meet him again, I just need to take a look at him from a distance, so that she can draw it.
She put the scroll back into the box, turned her head and stared out of the window in a daze, this kind of time should not be much for her.
She remembered something again, got up from the table, went to the cabinet and took out a box of needlework and cloth.
The lights in the room were on, casting a beautiful shadow on the window screen. Looking from the window, the people in the room seemed to be embroidering something with needles and thread.
On the second day, a letter was sent to Xiangguo Dong Zhuo. It was Situ Wangyun who wanted to entertain him. As for whether to go or not, Dong Zhuo hadn't decided yet.
"Crack." The wheel rolled over a stone on the ground and stopped.
The people in the carriage lifted the curtain and stepped down from it, wearing black Wenhou armor and a purple gold goose feather crown.
Lu Bu came back from the imperial court with a gloomy expression on his face, now that Dong Zhuo is in full control of the imperial court, but he has become even more absurd, and some of the things he has done are unsightly to him.
At that time, he abandoned Ding Yuan because he was tied down by Ding Yuan and couldn't use it. He also saw that he had great ambitions.
From the looks of it now, the current Dong Zhuo is not much better than Ding Yuan. If it goes on like this, sooner or later it will kill itself.
"General."
When the guard in front of the gate saw Lu Bu, he seemed to have something to report, so he stepped forward and stood by Lu Bu's side.
"General, a woman visited in the morning and said she had something to tell the general. She is still waiting in the front room, can the general see you?"
woman
Perhaps because his thoughts were interrupted, Lu Bu's expression was a little unsightly.
Or maybe he guessed who the woman was, and said after a while.
"Bring her to me."
After speaking, he stood in front of the mansion.
Presumably, he didn't intend to entertain this woman, but he was ready to let her leave after she came out and finished what she wanted to say.
"yes."
The guards around Lu Bu backed away and quickly went to lead the woman.
Before asking Lu Bu to wait for a long time, the guard came up with a woman, and it was indeed Diao Chan.
But unlike yesterday's red makeup, at this time she was only wearing light clothes, which was not a bit glamorous, but also a bit more different.
"I didn't tell you. If Wang Situ has something to say, let him talk about it himself." Lu Bu's voice was a little heavy, and he didn't like to repeat what he said.
Diao Chan seemed to have anticipated Lu Bu's attitude, saluted and said in a low voice.
"General, don't be upset, the little girl is not here today because of my father's business."
After all, it was about a woman, Lu Bu took a deep breath and didn't care about anything.
"Then what's the matter?"
"The little girl said something abruptly yesterday and offended the general, and today she is here to apologize." Diao Chan said as she took something from her waist, it was a cloth man.
The appearance of the Nabu man caught Lu Bu by surprise.
He is also a general, different from Lu Bu's one, but he is exquisite. But there are also seven points of similarity, and it can be seen that they have used their hearts.
"The cloth people in my hometown have the meaning of blessing peace, not because they are precious, and I hope the general will accept them."
Handing the cloth man into Lu Bu's hands, Diao Chan bowed her head.
"Let's take my leave, little girl."
After speaking, he left along the street.
Lu Bu didn't say anything, he held the cloth man in his hand, wishing for peace.
He looked down at the cloth man in his hand.
His old wife also liked to make these things. At that time, he asked her to do less, but she just smiled and said that it was for the blessing of safety, and taught Lingqi to do it.
"Father will come back safely."
Thinking of what Lingqi said when she gave it to him, Lu Bu raised his brows.
How can this cloth man be safe? He took the cloth man in his hand, finally sighed, and put it into his arms, which was accepted.
After returning from the mountain, Zhuge Liang sent Zhuge Ying to rest, and Zhuge Jun went to prepare dinner.
Gu Nan sat in front of the hall and cooked the medicine, which took a while to cook. When it was dinner time, Zhuge Ying woke up and should be able to drink just in time.
The fan fanned the fire, causing the flames to stir, and sometimes a spark or two flew out, illuminating the furnace wall at night.
Thin smoke wafted from the furnace, covering the courtyard halfway, with the fragrance of medicine.
"Master." Lingqi's voice came from behind, and Gu Nan looked back.
Before she could react, Lingqi put a bouquet of flowers on her head.
Seeing the white petals sticking to her dazed face, the girl smiled.
Gu Nan's face turned red, and he flicked her forehead helplessly: "Have you learned how to tease Master?"
After finishing speaking, just as she was about to take off the bouquet, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor.
It was Zhuge Liang who came over.
Gu Nan turned her head and asked casually, "Is Xiaoying asleep?"
"Well, fell asleep."
Zhuge Liang responded, looked at Gu Nan, and saw that she was carrying a flower.
He was taken aback for a moment, then a half-smile expression appeared on his face, and he spoke after a while.
"Mr. Gu looks good like this."
Taking off the bouquet with a sullen face, Gu Nan bowed her head depressedly to cook the medicine.
Zhuge Liang didn't know what he said wrong, touched his head, and sat down.
There was a moment of silence among the three.
"Xiao Liang." Gu Nan said lightly, fanning the fire under the medicine pot.
"Huh?" Zhuge Liang was looking up at the night when he heard Gu Nan's voice responding.
"If you are going to go out of the mountain, where do you want to go after you go out?"