After leaving this puzzled sentence, the maid quickly left Plum Shadow Pavilion.
"Mei Ying?" Chu Tianshu chewed a mouthful of the dumpling and spat it out with a bah, "Fuck, it's ice."
The dumplings are not only ice, but also have a bit of raw meat smell. After vomiting for a long time, he took out compressed biscuits from the package and shared one between Lin Huai and himself.
The two huddled on the bed and gnawed on the compressed biscuits, Lin Huai sighed: "Why do you feel that this copy is so bleak..."
He glanced out the window: "It's cold again."
He glanced at the raw dumplings in the bowl again: "Hungry again."
Chu Tianshu glanced at the pale sheets and quilts, and commented: "What are you doing with embarrassing eyebrows, I'll give you a little bit of energy."
As he spoke, he opened the system panel, fumbled in his parcel box, and finally pulled out a sheet—,
East-north-big-flower-quilt.
Chu Tianshu: "Are you excited?"
Lin Huai: "...in."
Chu Tianshu made the bed lively, and said with emotion: "I scolded the Lord God when I took this out from the turntable before, but I didn't expect it to be useful now."
Then, he said: "Tomorrow morning, let's go to the main hall to explore the secrets? It may be lively here at night, and there are two people who can listen to it."
Lin Huai huddled on the big flower quilt and rolled her eyes: "What?"
Chu Tianshu said: "'Be careful of Mei Ying', Mei Ying sounds like she can sing opera."
Lin Huai: ...
Lin Huai was deeply chilled by the Phantom of the Opera joke. Chu Tianshu said again: "You said that the owner of the village gnawed on someone, did he get chilled by the cold food in the village?"
"Stop imitating Northeast dialect!" Lin Huai complained, "Sleep!"
The two of them slept on the flower quilt for one night. Before going to bed, Chu Tianshu kindly ran to the next door to remind the thin man not to run around, but was scolded back by the other party.
Chu Tianshu touched his nose, Lin Huai laughed at him: "Hot face sticks to cold butt."
Chu Tianshu shrugged his shoulders with a cold butt: "No, I'm just afraid that he will be caught by ghosts in the middle of the night, and the ghosts will scream and disturb us to sleep."
The two slept together overnight. When Lin Huai was on standby (sleeping) in the dungeon, he would automatically turn on the ghost mode. Chu Tianshu hugged him to sleep, and the more he hugged him, the colder he became.
In the middle of the night, he woke up from the cold in a daze, sniffed his nose and was about to sneeze, but a scent wafted from his nose.
"Mei Xiang?" He was not very clear thinking.
That plum fragrance seemed to have a kind of magic power, and it burrowed straight into his stomach. There was no snow in Meizhuang in the middle of the night, and the moonlight was cold, and the figure of a woman was reflected on the paper window.
The woman turned sideways, standing by the paper window, and seemed to be looking at the two people who were sleeping in the window.
The fragrance is getting stronger and stronger.
The strong fragrance floats into the nose, into the lungs, and finally, into the internal organs. Chu Tianshu lightly bit Lin Huai's shoulder amidst the magical scent that aroused other people's greed.
'It smells so good. ' He took a bite, licked it again, and fell asleep contentedly.
The figure of the woman disappeared on the paper window. She left in an ethereal manner without leaving any footprints by the window, as if she had never been here.
That burst of plum fragrance, just like when she came, disappeared without a trace.
Early the next morning, it was snowing again in the yard. When the two woke up from the flower quilt, the maid brought a new breakfast.
Chu Tianshu took a bite and spat it out again: "It's still raw."
There are still raw dumplings on the plate. The two had no choice but to gnaw on the compressed biscuits again.
The maid said, as usual, today is the afternoon consultation. Before consulting a doctor, they can freely wander around Meizhuang for a while.
The thin man in the other room is still awake. Chu Lin and the two of them were not in the mood to post cold butts anymore. They walked around the courtyard first, then entered the main hall.
"There are so many plum trees in this yard." Chu Tianshu sighed, "It must be beautiful when they bloom."
Compared with the West Pavilion and the East Pavilion, the scale of the main hall is indeed much larger. What it presents is the appearance of a female boudoir with great accomplishment and interest in life.
Entering this room, the two who had always been unruly and unrestrained even became more cautious in their steps. They rummaged through the room and finally found a desk.
"This woman looks like she often paints." Chu Tianshu concluded after examining the brushes and paints on the desk, "But there is not even a single painting in this study."
It is also extremely strange to say. In this room, which is well-equipped with the four treasures of the study, there is not even a single painting. Not only paintings, but also few calligraphy works. However, the room does store extremely valuable ink and fine cinnabar. The room seemed to be cleaned frequently, and the owner seemed to keep it as it was when his wife was still alive.
When approaching the bed, Lin Huai smelled a faint plum fragrance.
He frowned, as if yesterday when he electrocuted the owner of Mei Zhuang...he also smelled a similar aroma.
He lowered his body, and the scent became more intense as he got closer to the mattress. The mattresses are very old and seem to have not been changed since ten years ago.
"There is something under this mattress."
He stretched out his hand to touch it, and sure enough, he touched a raised piece.
After lifting the mattress, a box appeared in front of the two of them. It is an ebony box with a faint fragrance on it.
"It's locked." Chu Tianshu replied after studying for a while.
"Oh, let's find the password again..."
"Crack."
Lin Huai: ...
Chu Tianshu held up a wire: "But it can be pried open."
The two physical puzzlers were head to head, staring at the dozens of letters that were taken out.
The letter was well preserved, but it was also old with the passage of time, yellow and brittle.
Chu Tianshu carefully opened the top letter. On the letter, someone wrote in clear handwriting:
"Yaoyao my wife,
In recent days, I have often read the family's sword manual, trying to figure out the essence of 'ruthless'. For those who are ruthless, set their minds, cut off their emotions, and their desires, forget their emotions when they are overwhelmed by emotions, and do not be moved by emotions or disturbed by emotions. Then penetrate the law of heaven and earth, reach the pinnacle, and be able to do what ordinary people can't do.
Sad! I have studied the sword manual for more than 20 years, but I still can't touch the realm of "abstinence and selflessness". The sword manual is mysterious, beyond the reach of mere mortals.
Recently, it has snowed again in Meizhuang, and it is desolate and secluded, which is of great benefit to my practice. The end of the new year is approaching, and the servants will return home. There will only be you and me in Meizhuang, and it can be regarded as a paradise suitable for retreat and practice. "
"What did you say in the letter?" Lin Huai leaned over to read it.
"This letter seems to be written by the owner of the village to his wife. His wife's name is Yaoyao." Chu Tianshu concluded, "This person seems to be a martial idiot, and the letter talks about his understanding of kendo."
He carefully placed the first letter on the table, and opened the second, third, and fourth letters.
The hostess who received these letters can be said to be very organized. The letters are arranged in chronological order, from newest to oldest. From after the two get married to before the two get married.
As each letter was turned forward, all the changes in the owner of the letter were displayed in front of the two of them. At the beginning, he was still a young boy who had just begun to fall in love, and the hostess of Xinxin, "Yaoyao", was the girl he fell in love with at first sight in other sects when he went out with his father to compete in martial arts.
The two first met under the peach tree. The hostess, dressed in her favorite white dress, was smelling a branch of peach blossom. It was March at that time, and the peach blossoms were shining brightly. This was supposed to be a romantic story between a swordsman and a beauty, until the owner's father was killed by others in a martial arts competition. Before he died, he gave the owner the family sword manual and asked him to practice to the tenth level. Floor.
This sword manual seems to be able to change a person's temperament. It will make people cold-hearted and cold-hearted, the more the cultivator cuts off emotion and desire, the more he can practice this sword manual to a deeper level. In order to support her husband to practice martial arts, the hostess moved with the owner to the cold, lonely and inaccessible Snow Island, where she practiced swordsmanship ever since.
It can be seen from the initial letters that the owner of the estate at that time still felt guilty towards his gentle wife. Because the deserted island is full of ice and snow, the flower-loving hostess planted many plum trees on the island.
From then on, the owner of the villa locked himself in the yard to practice sword all day long, and did not come out behind closed doors. Since then, the tone of his letters has changed, full of dissatisfaction with his restlessness. In order to show her support for her husband, the hostess also moved out of their living room and lived alone in the most remote Meiying Pavilion.
The hostess is good at painting, especially plum painting. When the plum blooms, the owner always shuts himself in the yard of the study and does not come out. The hostess often drew a plum blossom and ordered the servant to bring it to him and ask him how he was.
Although they are far apart, from between the lines, the two can still see that the couple has a strong relationship. The husband is obsessed with swordsmanship, and the wife fully supports him. Although their strokes are light, they are still as peaceful as life.
"Good at painting, especially painting plums..." Lin Huai knocked on the table, "According to the meaning in the letter, the 'plum' painting that the game asked us to find should be one of the paintings that the hostess gave to the host? And according to the description in the letter, this hostess is also a peerless beauty... "
"Then, those paintings should be in the study." Chu Tianshu recalled the scrolls he saw in the study, and gave a conclusion.
They continued to look down, and the letter finally stopped seventeen years ago. It was also a love letter written by the host to the hostess when the host and hostess first met.
"The peach blossoms, the flowers are scorching. The son Yugui, suitable for the IKEA..."
Chu Tianshu folded these letters and put them back into the box. Just as he was about to close the lid, Lin Huai suddenly said "Hey": "There is still a letter stuck on this lid."
It turned out that there was another letter that they had ignored. Chu Tianshu immediately took off the last letter and opened it carefully.
This last letter still exudes the fragrance of plum blossoms. According to the statement in the previous letter, the hostess planted plum trees by hand every day because she was lonely all day long, and her body was also dyed with the fragrance of plum blossoms.
"The last letter... seems to have been written in the New Year ten years ago, when the master dismissed all the servants, and there were only these two people left in Meizhuang." Chu Tianshu said.
He followed the writing on the letter paper, one by one. Compared with the previous letters, the handwriting on this letter is even more frantic.
A month after dismissing the servants, the male master still seems to be unable to understand the sword manual. He became depressed and hopeless, unable to sleep all day long. In the end, he told the hostess in the letter that he wanted to live without food for one month.
"If you can't cut off your appetite, then how can it be called 'cutting off your emotions'?" Chu Tianshu read out the words above, "At the end he wrote that he will spend the next month , will lock himself in the academy, shut the door. If the plum blossoms in the Plum Shadow Pavilion are in bloom, ask the hostess to draw a picture for him and put it under the door."