After the mynah was given several medicines, his throat recovered, he jumped up and down happily, and muttered in his mouth. For a while, I read some poems that did not fit the preamble, said some absurd love words, and then hummed some scattered and out-of-tune ditties. In short, I refused to stop.
At first, my aunt and maids and servants looked at it for fun and even teased it. Later, they found that this wren's talkativeness was comparable to a mountain torrent breaking the embankment. , everyone dispersed one or two, and I was the only one left with nothing to do. I hung it in front of the window, and leaned against the edge of the bed while reading "Three Kingdoms".
The white cat with the dumplings jumped out of nowhere, quietly and lightly jumped up to the table in front of the window, stared attentively, hunched its back, and crept closer to the copper shelf step by step, seeing that it was ready to make a tiger leap. I'm going to pounce on that mynah.
The mynah didn't dodge, just tilted his black head and grinned at the white cat: "Meow!—"
The cat was startled, jumped halfway, and fell down in a daze, fell to the foot of the window, got up and fled without a trace.
Seeing two such treasures make a fuss, I might as well laugh out loud.
I didn't want that mynah to learn so fast, so I immediately followed with a "puchi". I raised my head and glanced at it without paying much attention to it, and then lowered my head to flip through the book, but I didn't expect that this mynana would have something to say after the "puchi". .
He only heard it say: "Pfft, the master's plan is very good, you and I joined forces, and everyone was absolutely unexpected, surprises will definitely win, and you can be caught off guard when the time is right."
Where did this drama come from? So coherent.
I casually looked at the hourglass placed next to the small table. The dense white sand was as fine as running water, passing through the leaky neck as narrow as nothingness. I calculated every moment with precision, and it was exactly the same. It was amazing. .
While distracted, I heard the myn follow up: "It's just, I don't know how the lord will arrange the Shen family once it's done?"
Shen family? My right eye jumped.
"Either copy or punish."
Four words, heart-pounding.
As soon as I looked up, I saw the myn flapping his wings on the shelf as if nothing had happened. He lowered his head and poured two sips of water into the sink. He shook his feathers. a mess.
Little Book Pavilion app
After a moment of silence, the mynah began to talk incessantly again, but it was just upside down and out of order.
"Master, the subordinates are now lurking on both sides. It can be said that they are willing to respond at the risk of death, repairing the plank road in the Ming Dynasty, and hiding Chencang in the dark."
"Shen's shop is located in the 161st sub-colon, and handles 18 lines of the river to sell silk to the six provinces..."
"Of course it's yours."
"Did the person in the seat ever suspect you?"
"Never."
…
The more I listened, the more serious I became. "Shen's shop has a semi-colon 361, and eighteen lines of the palm river transport silk to the six provinces." The number is not bad. No number two.
Who is the lord? Who are you under? Do what? What warehouse
"The Ministry of War, the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Personnel..."
"You don't need to worry about the mutiny..."
"Forcing the palace this time, success or failure only depends on one move..."
mutiny? Forcing the palace!
I stood up, dizzy, and the scroll fell to my feet, hitting the top of my feet. This myn is supported by Song Xiyuan, Song Xiyuan, Song Xiyuan... There is one more person, who is it
Xiao Langzhong said: "Miss, did you ever take medicines to avoid children all year round? These medicines are often harmful to the body, damage the liver and kidneys, so it is better not to eat more."
His Majesty the Emperor said, "Dare to ask Miss Shen who is the son of the fetus in her womb?"
"Shen... Xiao? Waiting to ride the thunder and rain to the sky. Such a powerful name, eh~?"
Song Xiyuan was deeply affectionate, gave a deep bow, and said, "Xi Yuan can be said to have met Miss Shen at first sight, goodbye to my heart!"
Pei Yanzhen said without rushing: "The ancients have a saying: Xiao Yin is hidden in the wild, the middle is hidden in the city, and the big is hidden in the court. Now I can be regarded as a giant hidden in the kitchen, and I really can be regarded as a hermit outside the Great Wall."
What is true? What is fake
How did Song Xiyuan get the right to sell tea and the benefits of tribute brocade? The ninth princess fell in love with Pei Yanzhen, why didn't the royal family refer to marriage? Why did Pei Yanzhen marry me? …
Do not! How can I doubt him! For me, he put his life aside, I should trust him! How can I doubt him and deny him based on a one-sided remark of a idiot
How could this be? !
I had to do something to send out the tumultuous doubts in my heart. "Prepare the carriage and go to Pei's Mansion." I hurried through the front yard of Langting, and asked Lu Ying to make arrangements quickly, "We will pick up Young Master Sun here."
The door of Pei's house is closed, the lintel is sparse, the doorpost carved with golden nanmu stands calmly, and the treasure is solemn. In the past, I only thought that this doorpost had an elegant and scholarly fragrance that is unsullied by the world. The majesty of the situation, I squeezed the palm of my hand, calmed down, and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened one person wide, and the person who answered the door was a burly domestic servant. Seeing me, he called out respectfully, "Miss Shen."
After I knew what I wanted to come in, I wanted to enter, but the servant made a mistake and stood in front of me without a trace, and replied, "But unfortunately, the old lady and the old lady brought Young Master Shen to the temple to offer incense. Come back another day."
My heart sank, but my face was as usual, and I said, "It's okay, seeing that the sun is already leaning west, the temple is about to close its doors when I want to come. Since I'm here, I simply go in and have tea and sit and wait."
The servant replied calmly, "The old man said that he has been fasting for the past few days, and he has been staying in the temple nearby at night. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back in half a day."
"Oh~ I don't know which monastery I went to?" I took a half-step to the right, hoping to take advantage of the gap to look inside. But I didn't want that servant to quickly close the door a little bit, as if inadvertently, but it just blocked my sight.
"The little ones don't dare to ask about the affairs of the masters. I really don't know which temple I went to." The servant bent over and answered humbly, without leaking.
"So, I'll come back another day." I smiled, turned and walked back to the carriage.
The green warbler helped me into the car and closed the car curtain. Outside the window, the setting sun was like blood, and the distant mountains were like blades.
"Miss, why are you shaking all the time? But you caught a cold?" Green Ying held my hand and reached out to touch my forehead.
"Nothing." I avoided her probing hand. There really is nothing. Outside the gate of Pei's house, I just smelled a faint incense. This incense is nothing, it's just a good agarwood incense, and agarwood incense is nothing. A little Ganan aroma.
In the whole world, I only know one person who likes to use Chenshuixiang and Gananxiang together. This person is Mrs. Pei... The parents of the Pei family never go out!
Xiaoer, my Xiaoer...
I shivered uncontrollably, those whispering whispers still in my ears, swaying like a dream, those who used to be full of glamorous eyes, and blinked, but the bones were piled up like mountains, the water was rotten and the branches were poisoned. Rui, Sanjiu Bingxiao slammed into my face, an invisible hand grabbed my ankle, and effortlessly, it caused people to fall into the bottomless abyss, and their feet were empty, no redemption.
One more person, who is it
I shook hands with my heart, it was cold and wet, and the surroundings were silent.
When I came back to my senses, I had returned to my home and sat in front of a few desks. There was no one around. The weeping sun reflected the interlaced peony branches under the window, and the mottled shadows cast on the window paper, like a ferocious cannibalistic monster. No matter how you hold a Zihao pen in your hand, you can't hold it firmly, and the ink splatters all over a piece of paper. When you pick up the pen and write down, the tip of the pen is weak, and the mind is blank. Got a ball, a wolf is very. I took off the Pixiu paperweight, rolled the paper into a ball and put it aside, and wrote again, but my hand was still shaking. One word - change! Do not return!
I stuffed the note into the bamboo whistle and wrapped it tightly. I picked a sturdy carrier pigeon from the pigeon loft in the backyard, tied the bamboo whistle to its legs, and let it fly.
Fortunately, the day before yesterday, my father took Shen Shi to sell silk in Tubo... Now, they have escaped one by one.
I stood on the edge of the pigeon coop, looked up at the sky, the last bit of the setting sun had been eaten up by the gluttons, the sky was dark, like a handful of smoke that was burned to ashes, the fog was heavily obscured, and I couldn’t see who was high on the nine-layered sky tower. As for the palm, only the carrier pigeon flutters its wings and plunges into the sky, flying farther and farther, until it can no longer be seen...
Is that you
Really, is that you