Chu Yu's complexion only improved a bit after raising him like this for half a month. He purposely calculated the days and sent Qin Zheng away, and went to the tribute warehouse with Mr. Jiang to count this year's weaving. business.
Mr. Jiang saw that Chu Yu was not thinking about it, so he walked around with him to taste the customs of Suzhou. Chu Yu seems to be very interested in this. On the exquisite cruise ship, there are three or two cups of high-quality tea, and Wu Nong's soft-spoken ditty, which is quite interesting to enjoy.
Chu Yu tapped lightly on the carved rattan and flower-wrapped table with her fingertips, and said casually, "I heard that there is a sword casting pavilion in Suzhou called Meijianchi."
Lord Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Master Chu is also interested in this weapon?"
Chu Yu lowered her eyes and curled her lips into a smile: "Yu is an ordinary person who knows how to get rid of the copper-smelling yellow and white things, but there are many empty soldiers' platforms at home, which is not pleasing to the eye."
Mr. Jiang understood and said, "It turned out that the sword was given to the hero."
Chu Yu rubbed the wall of the purple sand cup, and said with a smile: "In the past, the king of Chu searched for the world's famous utensils. The swordsmith used the iron essence of five mountains and the gold of Liuhe to cast the famous sword general Mo Xie. Later, he offered the female sword and kept the male sword. The king of Chu beheaded the general. Sixteen years later, his son Meijianchi took the sword to the king's city and took revenge by killing the king of Chu. It is rumored that this Jianjian Pavilion is a place that has been passed down by Meijianchi's descendants for a hundred years. Every three years, a sword is cast to attract heroes from all over the world. Bow down."
Grandpa Jiang smiled: "What does Lord Chu mean?"
Chu Yu gently stroked his sleeves, and with slender fingers like jade, he lifted a purple clay pot, filled it with tea, and said, "I wonder if I can borrow your face to ask for this year's money for my Lord Hou."
Mr. Jiang was not afraid that Chu Yu would ask for something, but he was afraid that he would ask for something if he didn't ask for it. If he really asked for something, it would make him feel more at ease, so he readily agreed.
But after more than an hour, a waiter brought up the famous sword that had been forged in three years. Chu Yu felt in his heart that Jiang Yuan was about to become the emperor of the land in Suzhou, and this treasure full of powers in the rivers and lakes was vying for it.
Opening the black sword case, there is a long sword three feet long and two fingers wide inside. The scabbard is as black as ink, and three cold plums are carved on it, cast in gilt gold. Chu Yu drew his sword, and saw that the blade was as thin as a willow leaf, the spine was curved, and the tail was curved.
"It's really well-deserved." Chu Yu slowly closed the edge of the sword, raised his eyes and said, "What's the name of this sword?"
The waiter who sent the sword said: "My lord, this sword is made of black iron, and it's called Wugou."
Chu Yu stroked the scabbard with his fingertips: "Why don't you take the Wu hook and take it from Guanshan Fifty States." The sword is a good sword, but there is something missing.
Chu Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he sighed inwardly.
The fringe is attached to the head of the sword, and it is a Wenjian. It does not kill and fight in troubled times, but protects the feet with the sword.
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Mr. Jiang thought that Chu Yu would at least have to deal with some wind and rain during his visit, but as a company for a day, he basically didn't do anything serious except drinking tea, walking around the street, tasting paintings and listening to music. In the end, he took him to weave sword tassels in a pavilion all afternoon.
Chu Yu's slender hands were flexible, but after listening to the owner of the fan pavilion, she began to pick out su thread and weave it by herself. The ten fingers pierced flowers like butterflies, which made people dazzled.
Mr. Jiang has completely determined that Chu Yu is a young master who eats and drinks. The second master Chu, the bone-scraping knife that has been passed around in Beijing, is nothing more than mediocre. It's just relying on the shade of the ancestors.
While tying the thread in his hand slowly, Chu Yu casually raised his eyes to look at Mr. Jiang opposite him. Seeing that the expression in his eyes gradually became disapproving, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips slightly, becoming more attentive Carefully deal with the small things in your hand.
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The North Garden of the Duke's Mansion.
Qin Zheng pushed aside the fence surrounded by green vines, and the small courtyard was quiet, facing south, with mandarin duck vines planted in the corner.
Someone behind him said: "Qiongzi seems to have a beautiful plum, and the quality of the jade is not inferior to Mr. Dongli. If in March, the mandarin duck vine blooms, there will be two flowers and one stalk, in pairs, inseparable."
Qin Zheng turned his head and saw Meng Hanyi standing behind him. The blue shirt on his body was thin, and the weather was getting colder, but he didn't even wear a cloak, and his face was slightly pale from the cold.
Qin Zheng opened his mouth, and swallowed back the sentence why he didn't add more clothes.
Meng Hanyi lowered his head and smiled, pointed at the stone table in the yard casually, and said, "Your Majesty, sit down wherever you want."
Qin Zheng didn't move, and raised a string in his hand: "Han Yi, why did you come to me?"
Meng Hanyi looked at the strings in Qin Zheng's hand, and his expression was slightly dazed for a moment.
When he was still a childhood sweetheart, Qin Zheng gave Meng Hanyi three strings as a token of love.
Zither has fifty strings for no reason, and one string and one column think of Huanian. Hua Nian has passed away, leaving these things in vain, but it is heartbreaking to see.
"Master Hou once said that with three strings, I will make three wishes. This first wish is just to ask Master Hou to sit down." Meng Hanyi smiled bitterly.
Qin Zheng was silent for a long time, but in the end he still sat silently at the stone table beside him. What he was thinking about was Chu Yu's eyes.
Meng Hanyi turned around and went to the side room, and it took about half an hour before he came out. When he came out, he was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand.
The celadon bowl is placed on the stone table, and inside is a bowl of noodles. The noodles were kneaded very finely, boiled steaming hot, the complexion was bright yellow and fragrant, embellished with green onions like emeralds, and an egg lay on it, just like it was many years ago.
"Today is your birthday." Meng Hanyi didn't say much, and handed a pair of bamboo chopsticks to Qin Zheng.
This has been the case every year.
Qin Zheng took a deep breath, the hands that took the chopsticks trembled a little, he picked up a chopsticks of longevity noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, as if he was not afraid of being hot, he ate voraciously. The steaming mist separated the eyes of the two of them, and when they raised their eyes, they both seemed to feel that there was an unknown watery light at the end of the other's eyes.
The sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the courtyard sway with the wind, and the flowers fall in time, like broken gold rustling down.
Qin Zheng didn't know when he left. On the way back, his mind was full of confusion, and Meng Hanyi's last words echoed in his ears.
"The Mountain League is still there, so why be afraid of the evil east wind?"
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After wandering around outside for a whole day, Chu Yu couldn't help feeling overwhelmed. She wished she could fall asleep, but she couldn't bear to let go of the sword box at hand.
The little guy in the belly was very energetic, and would move from time to time, so Chu Yu had no choice but to raise his hand on the sword box and push it aside. It is said that the weapon of the sharp blade is the master of killing, and it is so uneasy when the fetus is hard to bear. Although she didn't know if this statement was reliable, Chu Yu believed it a little bit, stood up with her waist propped up, and walked slowly to the low couch beside her to rest for a while.
As soon as he sat down, Qin Zheng came back, wearing the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
Chu Yu glanced at him and said, "Where did you go, I don't see you."
Qin Zheng seemed to have just realized that Chu Yu was in the room, shivered, and subconsciously said, "No."
Chu Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, and Qin Zheng's distraught appearance fell into his eyes.
"But the second master disappeared early in the morning, and he didn't know how to take care of his body, so he couldn't lie down for a few more days?" Qin Zheng came back to his senses and said.
Chu Yu stood up and strolled towards Qin Zheng, her tone slowed down a bit: "I didn't send someone to leave a message for you, but I just checked the weaving tribute."
Qin Zheng frowned, and raised his hand to support Chu Yu's waist: "Is it really calm? If you make a slight mistake now, what should you do? Wherever you go next time, you must accompany me, otherwise how can I rest assured?" .”
Chu Yu smiled, put his fingertips on the sword box, and said softly: "But if you don't leave me an inch, wouldn't it be a good thing for Lord Hou?"
Qin Zheng was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why.
The three-foot long sword was unsheathed, and for a moment, it touched Qin Zheng's neck. Chu Yu held a Wu hook and smiled coldly: "Jingui is not a mortal species. May I ask which family's Chang'e the Hou is called?" Do you dare to come back after stealing the fish without wiping your mouth?"
Qin Zheng felt chills all over his body: "Qing Ci..."
Chu Yu sneered: "The Duke's Mansion is quite distinct, with peaches in the south, peaches in the north, and plums in the east. It seems that Hou Ye went to Beiyuan. Beiyuan is nothing more than the residence of the staff and guests. If I remember correctly... "
"Chu Qingci!" Qin Zheng interrupted Chu Yu's words, he clenched his fingers, not knowing how to explain.
Chu Yu put away the sarcasm smile on his face, his expressionless face became more and more indifferent, only the pain in his eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Qin Zheng." Chu Yu called him, and the sword in his hand brushed against his neck lightly, leaving an inch-long wound, blood gushing out.
Qin Zheng remained motionless, the chill in his heart was far more disheartening than the sword on his neck.
The Wu hook slipped from his hand, and the mountain black jade adorned on the tassel of the sword was shattered to pieces. Thousands of gold can change the name of the sword, but it can't win the hearts of the people.
Chu Yu rubbed shoulders with Qin Zheng and left, leaving only one sentence—
"This is not an example."