"Take me back to Taishan Mansion." A Yin slapped the silk on the table with a slap.
Opposite is Li Shiyi, who was cleaning up the books. He just turned over a few ancient books, and then his eyes met her.
A Yin's mouth twitched, and a rare look of weakness appeared again. It has been more than a month since Ah Luo returned to Taishan Mansion to handle official business. Seeing that Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu had both returned to Shanghai, she had not heard from her and did not even send a greeting back.
I just went out and listened to the play today. It was about the story of the first-ranking scholar who was seeking fame and forgot his wife. She had that palace flower hat and that beautiful girl. How could she still remember Wang Baochuan, who had been in the cold kiln for 18 years.
The sadness in A Yin's eyes was smashed to and fro, and the chin that moved and moved was also wrapped in grievances.
Li Shiyi put the inexplicable aside, and only said to her, "No living person can enter the underworld."
A Yin blocked her words: "I've thought about it, take out my soul, put it in your divine decree, and return in a day or two. This way, it will definitely hide Chen Cang's eyes and ears."
There are two idioms in a row, and they have not been used incorrectly yet, so it can be seen that it is really urgent.
Before Li Shiyi could respond, she bit the corner of her mouth and stabbed again: "Master Fu Jun, who has great supernatural powers, brings a little devil into Mount Tai, is it possible that he can't? If you can but you don't want to, I and you, this childhood sweetheart, have done it for nothing."
Very reasonable, Song Nineteen nodded.
Li Shiyi glanced at Song Shijiu, took out the Shentu Ling, and knocked his ring finger on it, knocking out a lamp-like Tu Lao Yao. Youngest Tu sat cross-legged, still looking sleepy, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"
A Yin stepped forward and pushed his shoulders against him: "Squeeze."
It is the spring of March, when the warbler, flying grass, willows and willows grow, and the embankment is rippling with the spring breeze. Just like this beautiful flower newly added to Taishan House, the waist and limbs are walking with smoke, which is a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River.
Ayin never thought that Taishan Mansion looked like this, and even the four seasons are no different from the human world. The seventy-five shades of large and small are scattered like provincial towns, distributed along Huangquan, and the misty Huangquan seems to meander. A giant snake with a central division of life and death wrapped around its belly. There are very few people who live and die, and the street buildings should be in the form of Song Dynasty. Except for a few occasional pedestrians, the rest are lonely horses that Song Nineteen once despised.
A Yin entered the Department of Life and Death, as if it was the first time he entered Sijiu City. Look here and there, it's very fresh. Li Shiyi's clothes on the side turned into a long snow-white dress with cross-collars, and his black hair was half closed. He was still paralyzed with his usual tall face, but A Yin saw a bit of style.
Li Shiyi didn't go to his own palace, so he just took Ayin to Futi Palace. She has been away from Taishan Mansion for a long time, and the original courtyard has been neglected. Now that her subordinates are performing their duties, she has not broken many koan cases, so she simply moved to the Buddha Hall and lived with Arrow.
A Yin finally saw A Luo. She had a long braid on her side, a black long skirt wrapped around a bumpy waist, and was burying her head in writing. In the underworld, she returned to the blood that had faded from the world, like a thousand-year-old mural filled with cinnabar, the simplicity and beauty were just right, and her body was full of transparent light.
Ayin looked at her and liked it, as if she had pulled out a priceless piece of porcelain from the mound. She carefully held it, sweeping away the dust over the years, and found that it was more beautiful than she had imagined.
If she saw the antique she liked, she could still praise the exquisite craftsmanship of the predecessors, but when she looked at the favorite Aro, she didn't know who to praise.
Arrow first smelled the familiar warm fragrance, his nose moved, and then he looked up.
A Yin grabbed a button on the side of the cheongsam, twisted her shoulders back and forth, and felt that the style of this peony was not fashionable enough.
Her twisting was laughed at by Aro, and then dissipated in an instant. Aro lowered his head, tilted his pen and nodded to the empty Taishi chair opposite: "Sit."
People often say that Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, but A Luo is always so slow and unhurried, etiquette comes first and then affection, so A Yin's expectations are completely lost. Tight thoughts wrapped around her smooth calves.
Through the incense, Ah Luo was grading official documents while talking to Ah Yin in a low voice, his voice rustling, like a silkworm swallowing the mulberry leaves in Ah Yin's brain.
A Yin felt that she could no longer be seduced by her near and far, and because of her numerous official duties, she simply had to quit.
A Luo agreed, Ling Wu Qian led her around, A Yin said "I'm going here" and was about to turn around, but was stopped by A Luo in the eyes that were deliberately left behind. A Luo stretched out his hand to her, squeezed her cool fingers, and rubbed back and forth on the pulp of the finger three times before letting go, with a tick in the palm of his hand, and said warmly, "Slow down."
Ah Yin responded softly, and even the ending sound was terribly crisp.
After leaving the Floating Hall, A Yin came to life, and put A Luo scratched in her palm onto her face, revealing a joyful expression of joy.
She tied the silk to the buttons of the cheongsam, called Mr. Tu, who was passing by, and asked him, "Is there anything wrong?"
The youngest Tu looked up at her, saw her chin raised by three points, her eyes seemed to be disdainful, and she looked a little funny, so she asked her, "What's the matter?"
Seeing that he was idle, Ayin pulled him aside and discussed with him in a low voice: "I ask you, where is there a shop for making cakes in this Taishan Mansion? If the quality is better, you can prepare it for me.
I just asked Wu Qian for a roster, the top three will get two copies, and the rest will be given one copy each, so be careful, there must be no shortage of them. "
Mr. Tu turned over the roster that Ayin handed over and blinked his mung bean eyes: "What are you doing?"
Ayin didn't answer, but asked him in a persuasive manner: "Look at me, now that you are in Taishan Mansion, what should you call me?"
"Ayin." Tu Lao Yao's voice was like a bell.
Seeing that Ayin wanted to slap him, she quickly changed it: "Grandma Yin."
A Yin took a deep breath, glared at him with the eyes of a fool, stretched two fingers to the three words "Floating Temple", and then raised one eyebrow.
The youngest Tu understood: "The daughter-in-law of Yan... Madam."
A Yin's eyes rolled, biting her lower lip, and then she burst into laughter, but she didn't respond in a big way, she just rubbed the silk, turned her face away, and turned back after a while. : "You are also a sensible person, that's all. I had a hard time here, so naturally I need to know the general situation. Say hello to her subordinates, and it's all a matter of acquaintance."
"Oh!" Mr. Tu dragged the tail very long, as if he had rolled several raw eggs.
A Yin clears her throat and drives him: "Let's go soon."
The Buddha Hall has never been so lively. Lord Wu Qian, who has always been less talkative, called everyone to the front hall in embarrassment, and saw a girl in a red cheongsam twisting in the hall, with Lord Shentu standing in front of the mansion. , The girl greeted one by one very kindly, and said that there will be a few tables of banquets in the yard, and a few tables of mahjong will be set up, and everyone will be happy together.
The first ghost officer under five coins was still thinking about what to celebrate when he was pressed down on the card table.
The ghost officials looked at each other, took a sip of wine and looked at the girl, secretly exchanged glances and then touched a card. After pushing and pulling like this for a few times, seeing that Lord Wu Qian didn't give any other orders, he just sat upright and threw a piece of five cakes. Then he put his heart in his stomach and started to play mahjong.
Ayin was happy when he saw the joy, his waist swayed like the meandering river, and you came and went with the fragrant wind.
Youngest Tu looked at her at the gate of the courtyard with a wrinkled face, his eyes hurt by the flying flowers and butterflies.
After about half an hour, I saw A Yin twisting his arms around, holding him in his eyes, and walked out of the Floating Hall with graceful steps.
Carrying his shoulders and walking to the street, the clamor of noise gradually faded away, Ayin just slumped his back, supported a sore lower back, rubbed his stiff face, turned his mouth from left to right, and then asked Mr. Tu: " how?"
"How about what?"
"Does it look like the wife of Lord Junjun?" The wives of dignitaries and dignitaries win over people's hearts, as if they are all long-sleeved and good at dancing.
Youngest Tu couldn't remember what Mr. Jun's wife was like, but he looked at Ah Yin, who was biting his teeth, and felt that it was too much.
But of course he didn't dare to say it.
After greeting her colleagues, my aunt remembered another thing on her mind. I don't know if this Arro returned to Taishan Mansion for more than a month, and it was still the lovely and lovely Myrtle who served the book. If so, then this month will become a year. , looks worrying. She grabbed the silk and backed her back, and only asked Mr. Tu to find her and take a look. It was a bit like the lady in the main room was catching Hu Meizi. The youngest Tu had a complicated expression, and led her straight to Naihe Bridge, looking at the clusters of colorful myrtle underneath, and pointed at her: "Here."
A Yin was stunned: "What do you mean?"
The youngest Tu pulled her down and said, "I don't know which one it is. It should be a new one. I don't know if it can speak or not."
A Yin was puzzled, but when she heard a small-topped plant on the other end, its leaves trembled, and she called out, "Miss A Yin."
Monk Ayin Zhang Er was puzzled, and poked at the tender leaves, as if he couldn't help fiddling with it, and asked Mr. Tu, "How did it become like this?"
Mr. Tu sat on the open space beside him and explained the reasons to her one by one.
The originally aggressive Mrs. A Yin's chin drooped down and her eyes became weaker. She twisted and twisted the silk, and she was speechless for a while, and after a while she stretched out her hand to plan the soil next to her, and piled up Ah Tao's thin rhizomes. , as if to warm her up.
As she added soil, she sighed and said softly, "You are actually a very affectionate and righteous person."
She thought for a while, and said, "It's not that I can't tolerate people. It stands to reason that if I follow the old rituals, I will come in and become a wife, and I will accept you as a sister. It's nothing."
Youngest Tu was startled and stared at her. A Yin rolled his eyes at him, and then said softly to A Tao: "But A Luo is different. I didn't marry her, but I really have her in my heart, so I can only hold on to you."
The matter of two hearts is happy, saying that it is fortunate is also fortunate, and saying that cruel is cruel.
Myrtle tapped some branches, very well-behaved. A Yin felt even more guilty, racked her brains to think of a way, and said, "You probably know that, I have a good relationship with Fu Jun, and when you become a human, I beg her to pinch a good one and give it to you. , do you like it or not?"
Myrtle's leaves trembled, and she was silent for a while, and the youngest Tu also had a stab in her throat, and she was silent for a long time.
"I understand it in my heart, don't talk to others." A Yin clapped the dirt on his hands.
Youngest Tu glanced at the flower bones in the garden with their ears propped up, and sighed secretly.
Just as he was about to pull her up, he heard a soft call from the Naihe Bridge.
"Who is there?"