Chen Changsheng walked up to the middle-aged woman and bowed his hands in salute.
It wasn't Luoluo who saw the person coming, he left without turning around because he knew this middle-aged woman.
On the night of the Ivy Banquet, he was sent to the bottom of the Black Dragon Pool by Mo Yu, and finally escaped through extreme hardship and danger. When he came to the ground, he was in a pond. This middle-aged woman was by the pond at the time. Doing laundry and nearly getting hurt by a naughty squirrel.
He knew very well that the lights in the Baicao Garden were unlikely to be Luoluo's return, but seeing that it was really not Luoluo, he was still somewhat disappointed.
Looking at the dark autumn forest all around, he wondered for a moment, since this middle-aged woman is from the imperial palace, how could she appear in the Baicao Garden? Judging by her age, this middle-aged woman should be a female official in the palace. If she was the concubine of the late emperor, then this matter would be a bit troublesome.
He was a little wary, walked up to the middle-aged woman, gestured and asked a few words with his hands, because he was worried that he would frighten her, he kept his expression as calm as possible, and the movements of gesturing and speaking dumb words were also very soothing, avoiding irritation to each other.
He asks how she got out of the palace.
The middle-aged woman looked at him quietly without answering.
Chen Changsheng was startled, and gestured again, but this time the speed was slower. He believed that the expression was clear 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's eyesight was good, the light in the Herb Garden was a little dim, and he could clearly see the rust on the key, and two brand new scratches, or just got it on, it looked like the old key was damaged before tonight. Has not been used for a long time.
When Mo Yu left the Orthodox Academy that day, he saw the old door on the palace wall. Could it be that this key opened that door? Could it be that this middle-aged woman also has the right to enter and leave 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 him to sit down.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and sat down as promised.
The middle-aged woman turned to look at a wooden house in the depths of the Baicao Garden. After a long silence, her left hand suddenly landed on the stone table and tapped lightly 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 cup, and respectfully brought it to the middle-aged woman.
The tea in the pot is not fragrant, but very strong, it should be aged black tea.
Sitting across the table, she could see more clearly. With the appearance of a middle-aged woman, she should not be the late emperor's concubine, but maybe the female officials that the Holy Empress had to use in the palace, or even the chief female officials. Her respect has nothing to do with her possible status, it is just because she is much older than herself.
He believes that the length of life is very important, and like black tea in a cup, the older it is, the more fragrant it is, the more precious it is, and the more you can taste from it. He regrets that it is difficult for him to experience the process of time, so Special respect for the elderly, pay attention to seniority 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 more powerful.
Staring at the lips of a woman, even if it is a woman who is much older than him and has an ordinary appearance, is still very impolite. the teacup.
In the dead of night, there is no one in Jingqiu Garden, why are there two teacups
He looked at the middle-aged woman, gestured and asked if he could drink tea, he had sweated a lot while treating Xuanyuan Po's wounds, and now he was really thirsty.
The middle-aged woman didn't look at him, but nodded slightly, which should mean she agreed.
Chen Changsheng took a sip from his teacup, and found that the tea soup was thick and refreshing, and it was actually a rare good tea. Even the famous tea that Luo Luojing gave him some time ago could not compare with the crude tea in the pot. Black tea on a par.
How the tea tastes depends not only on the material of the tea itself, but also on the person who makes the tea.
A person who can brew such a pot of black tea is naturally extraordinary.
Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged woman with more respect.
He put down his teacup and waited for the other party to ask questions.
However, the starlight sank to the bottom of the cup, and the middle-aged woman didn't express anything.
She sat quietly at the table, looking at the branches and flowers in the herb garden, her eyes seemed to have no emotion, but there were all kinds of emotions.
Just not him.
Chen Changsheng felt a little embarrassed and a little nervous, and he was not used to this kind of scene of sitting silently.
As time went by, he gradually got used to this atmosphere, stopped thinking about it, poured tea for the middle-aged woman and himself, and then drank the tea in silence, listening to the last insects chirping in the autumn garden, his mood gradually became peaceful, Even started to get drunk.
It wasn't until this moment that he remembered that he liked quietness very much and was used to it.
He doesn't like to talk, and he has been like this since he was a child.
But after coming to the capital, whether it was in the East Imperial General's Mansion or the abandoned palace, he talked a lot to Mrs. Xu, Shuang'er, and Miss Mo Yu for some reason. After Tang Sanshiliu came to the Orthodox Academy, he no longer cherished words as much as when he first met, exposing his nature of talkativeness, and he had to accompany him to talk.
It made him feel very hard.
There is no rule that when two people sit together, they have to talk.
It's good to just sit quietly like this.
If there is occasional communication, you don't need to talk, you just need to make hand gestures, which is also very good.
He seems to have returned to Xining Town. By the stream behind the old temple, he and senior brother Yu Ren read the Daoist Tibetan Medicinal Sutra quietly under the starlight. Continue to read quietly.
The streamside at that time was like the Baicao Garden at this time, very quiet and comfortable.
Xining Town is extremely remote, and it is 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 complex people living here, what he was most unaccustomed to was the lights at night and the starlight that seemed to have become much cloudier and dimmer.
Successive autumn rains have washed the sky of Kyoto. In addition, there was no light in the Baicao Garden except for the weak oil lamp on the stone table. Not far away, the lanterns in the archery tower of the palace were also covered by dense forests, and the stars seemed to become brighter.
The starlight fell through the tops of Qiulin and fell on his face.
He looked up at the starry sky, missing the old temple in Xining Town and his senior brother, but he squinted his eyes because of the starlight.
Under the silver-like starlight, his eyebrows and eyes are so clean.
He squinted his eyes, and the childishness that was usually hidden suddenly appeared.
He is still as amiable as usual, and a little more cute.
Just at this moment, the middle-aged woman withdrew her gaze from Baicaoyuan and looked at him.
She looked at him quietly.
He squinted his eyes, oblivious, missing, missing.
She stared at him blankly.
Her miss and miss has just ended, and she can only miss and miss.
She raised her right hand, lightly landed on his face, and slowly stroked it.
Chen Changsheng was taken aback, opened his eyes, and looked at the middle-aged woman.
He is not used to this kind of physical closeness, he has no experience since he was a child, let alone this middle-aged woman, he does not know him at all, he has only met twice.
He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he saw the eyes of the middle-aged woman.
In those star-like eyes, there were extremely complicated emotions, which gradually turned into sadness and weakness in the end.
Thinking of this middle-aged woman who couldn't speak, lived in the deep palace for many years, and experienced many sinister and sad things, he couldn't bear to leave, so he had to let her palm move gently on his face, just that kind of It felt really weird.
The woman's warm and generous palms slowly stroked his face, and 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 couldn't sit still anymore, so he quickly got up, took two steps back, saluted and said, "I have to go back."
After saying that, he remembered that the other party was a deaf-mute, so he quickly gestured twice.
The middle-aged woman laughed when she saw his reaction so intensely.
Of course her laughter was silent, but there was a sense of heroism in her pitch, which let everyone watching know that she was laughing heartily.
Before Chen Changsheng could leave, the middle-aged woman got up and walked deep into the Herb Garden.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and followed.
The night wind blew gently, and the fallen leaves floated onto the stone table, swirling gently around the teapot and two teacups.
After waiting for twenty years, the teapot, teacup and tea stove by the table ushered in the former owner. I don't know how many years I will have to wait for the next time.
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To Chen Changsheng's surprise, the middle-aged woman didn't go to the Orthodox Academy, but went directly to the depths of the Baicao Garden. He didn't know until he came to the old mottled palace wall and looked at the old door. It turned 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 clicks, the lock was opened, and there was another creaking sound piercing the silent night sky. The old wooden door Pushed away, she walked in.
It wasn't until this time that Chen Changsheng confirmed that there was nothing wrong. He relaxed, let go of the hand that was holding the sword hilt tightly, looked at the back of the middle-aged woman, and shouted softly. He wanted to say something, but unexpectedly the door opened It quickly closed right in front of his eyes.
Just leave like this? He was a little stunned, until he remembered that she couldn't hear the voice, and he was a little relieved.
The closed wooden door seems to be integrated with the palace wall.
He looked at the door, a little dazed.
Is what happened tonight real
Why is it similar to those fairy tales in Daozang
But the slightly astringent tea flavor still lingers between the lips and tongue.
The warm touch was still on his face.
He shook his head, turned and left.
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On the other side of the door that Chen Changsheng couldn't see was a long and quiet passage.
The passageway is covered with moss and vines. Under the vines, there are at least six formations and mechanisms that can kill the strong in the upper realm of the stars.
The passage floor is dry stone bricks.
The middle-aged woman stepped forward slowly on the stone bricks, her expression gradually changing.
In just over ten steps, an indescribable majesty returned to her body.
That seemingly ordinary face has become extremely beautiful.
Not that kind of weak beauty, but an incomparably dazzling beauty.
When she stepped out of the passage, the surrounding scenery also changed.
The palace under the night is majestic and majestic.
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