The curls of sandalwood linger around the beams, and the wisps of wind chimes hit the ears.
His Highness's girl wears a white plain robe, and her waist is drawn up by the light and shadow. Her skin is like cream, her eyebrows are like distant daisy, and her eyes are like peach blossoms. She is extremely delicate. A wooden hairpin loosely tied a small part of her hair, leaving the rest
But it is not tied high like other female disciples, but hangs down like a waterfall, tied at the end with a simple red rope.
It's not that she is unique, it's that she doesn't like the kind of hairstyle that is similar to men's, and will hide the beauty of her black hair in a crown.
Just as her character was uncompromising and arrogant, she looked at you aggressively and refused to give in, but suddenly her face wrinkled, she hurriedly covered her nose, and sneezed three earth-shattering times from the side of her face.
Yu Wenwei's eyes showed disdain, but she frowned calmly, continued to flip through the bamboo slips in her hand, and said lightly and majestically: "The Sword Master has come down the mountain, do you know?"
Jing Che sniffed and shook his head, looking unconcerned.
When I had a cold night last night, I only wanted to understand one thing clearly in my mind - the fate of master and disciple is here. It was so unfair, and I lost my expectations.
She has the nature of a girl no matter what, and she will imagine that in times of crisis and grievance, that person is holding a sword and flying in the wind, like a god coming to the world, not for all living beings, not for the world, but just for her, spreading a bloody path and smoothing the world.
Rumors, cynicism, and sarcasm were cut off, and finally he stood in front of him covered in blood, his gentle brows seeming to be filled with a layer of drunkenness: "Ah Che, here I come."
In fact, Baili Fengjian did this a few times before. His heroic image in her heart could no longer be destroyed. Once it collapsed, it would be irreparable despair.
Yu Wenwei's eyes have been resting on a bamboo slip for a long time, and the pen and ink in her hand have dried.
Jing Che waited for a long time and heard her say calmly: "Since you don't want to kneel, then go back and don't forget about morning practice tomorrow."
He looked at the woman sitting in the hall in surprise.
Just... is it over? She had already prepared a lot of plans in her mind on how to deal with the various accusations from this serious woman, but the matter was passed over in such an understatement.
His right eye twitched ominously, and he always felt as if it was more than that relaxing, but Jing Che was still secretly happy that he would be less troubled, so naturally he would not provoke it again for no reason.
After completing all the etiquette politely, she left the palace.
Just as he was opening the palace door, he heard Gong Lin saying from outside the palace: "Uncle Yexiu, are you used to everything?"
Gong Lin is a disciple of the chief disciple of the main peak, Zhan Chuang, and Ye Xiu is a disciple of the leader, so there is a gap in seniority. Although he is a late disciple, Gong Lin still calls him his uncle.
Seeing Jing Che coming out, Xiu Xiu responded with a curt "Yes" and then greeted him slightly eagerly, but his face was still cold: "How is it?"
Gong Lin's beautiful face showed a trace of embarrassing earth color.
Jing Che grinned easily, his watery and bright eyes shining in the lazy winter sunlight of Jiahuang Mountain: "Nothing happened."
At this time, a majestic voice came from the palace: "Gong Lin, come into the palace."
The unwillingness on Gong Lin's Leng Ao face immediately turned into an arrogant look. He glanced at Jing Che before turning around and entering the palace.
Jing Che spread his hands and wanted to say more, but his facial features became exaggerated, and he couldn't help but sneeze three times.
Yexiu frowned, and when she straightened up, she walked into the magic circle outside the hall without saying a word.
"Hey!" Jing Che hurriedly followed him and stepped into the magic circle with him.
All the way back to the disciple's room, she followed him, swaying from left to right, swaying like a butterfly in his sight, and humming to herself: "Ye Xiu, you know, Senior Sister Gong Lin
There is prejudice against me."
He didn't answer the first sentence, so Jing Che took the trouble to repeat it a second time. The third time, Ye Xiu finally got tired and uttered a few words: "I understand."
"But I think she's pretty good to you."
Yexiu didn't answer again and continued walking forward.
Jing Che turned to his right side with a sly look on his face: "I'm telling you, she must like you."
Ye Xiu stopped and looked at Jing Che for a long time with a cold expression, then stopped paying attention to her and walked forward with a long step.
Suddenly he stopped again and said: "If you speak without restraint, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."
Jing Che was suddenly startled by Ye Xiu's concise and serious tone. He thought to himself that he really cherished his words like gold. If these words came into her mouth, they would definitely become a long sentence: "I told you to never cover up again."
Talk about things everywhere, be careful if someone slaps you to death, they will kill you."
Amused by herself, she pursed her lips and smiled, not even realizing that Ye Xiu was accusing her.
I have already reached the lotus pond at the entrance of the disciple’s room.
The rooms for male and female disciples were divided into two sides, and when they reached a fork in the path, they walked away without saying a word or looking back.
Jing Che was aware of his irresponsible temperament and was not angry. He was lying on the white jade railing in a good mood. The lotus flowers in the lotus pond bloomed against the season, and the pink petals were enchanting. There were also a few goldfish swimming around in the pond.
With a bit of the spiritual energy of the fairy mountain, when I saw someone outside the pond, I looked around curiously with my bulging eyes.
The fine foam rolled to the surface of the water, and then broke one after another.
Inexplicably, he suppressed a smile, and his eyes were stained with a hint of sadness. Everything in the world is fragile. He thought that he could embrace the fresh world after leaving the water, but unexpectedly he was disillusioned.
Just like her, the noble lady in the deep house once dreamed of being able to rebuke Fang Qiu and go into battle as passionately as her mother-in-law. But when she entered the troubled times, she realized that she was just a duckweed teetering on the edge of falling, and she had too much time to care for herself, let alone the world.
The back of the girl Tingting looked slightly lonely and melancholy, and she slowly walked back to the room alone.
Seeing the shabby bedding, he remembered that he had forgotten to mention this matter to Gong Lin. Before the stool was heated, Jing Che immediately stood up in a hurry and wanted to go out again.
However, as soon as he opened the door, Ye Xiu's frosty face came into his eyes. Looking down in surprise, he saw him holding a huge quilt.
He walked straight into the door and put the quilt on the bed. His eyebrows were like the distant mountains, cold and majestic, but also like the gentle embrace of the distant mountains: "Sleep in this bed first."
Jing Che was so shocked that he could hardly close his chin: "Is it you...your bed?"
"Don't worry, I always sleep with my clothes on, I don't have any weird habits."
"No, no... I mean, what do you sleep with at night?"
"I'll ask Gong Lin for another bed."
He knew it. He saw Gong Lin's inexplicable rejection of Jing Che and the headmaster's unkindness to her. Even though he was cold on his face, he made arrangements for her in action.
Jing Che stood at the door, dumbfounded as he watched this thin and tall man bend down to make the bed for her, then straightened up and left with a cold expression on his face.
"Wow" she cried out, and she hung it directly on Ye Xiu's neck, wiping her tears and snot on his new white clothes: "Ye Xiu, I want to marry you -"
There was a cry in the girl's unique soft voice, which penetrated into his heart at every opportunity. No matter how you listened to it - it was irresistible.
Yesiu finally softened the tight curves on her face and gently patted her sobbing back.
She cried for a long time, pouring out her grievances that no one had told her along the way. Although she was arrogant, she was not coquettish, but in the final analysis she was just a fifteen-year-old girl, and it was inevitable that she would have grievances that she could not bear alone.
The cold wind blew in outside the house, and the door was half open, trembling and sobbing.
Ye Xiu comforted her in silence for a long time, and then slowly said: "Why are you so stupid? Do you think you have to sell yourself every time you are moved?"
"I don't care," she puffed out, laughing with snot and tears. Although the words she just blurted out were extremely moved, and had not been filtered by her brain, they were all her decisions to fight with her heart and soul.
His best declaration was, "No matter what, even if the drunkard doesn't want me anymore, you still have to ignore me."
Yesiu smiled lightly - she really has the temperament of a girl.
It's just that he didn't expect that today's half-coquettish and half-serious words would become a prophecy that would run through almost all their subsequent years.
He nodded slightly and inhaled the clear fragrance of the girl's hair. This nod was the final word in his life.
*
That day Jingche was slightly chilled by the wind and slept very deeply that night. When he woke up the next day, he saw the hourglass and it was already 3:30, but his eyelids were so heavy that he really didn't want to crawl out from under the warm quilt.
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I was half asleep and half awake with my eyes squinted, thinking about the morning exercise in my mind, and fell asleep again in a trance.
When she opened her eyes again, Jing Che glanced at that moment in the sand, and a clear flash of lightning in her eyes completely woke her up. She pushed herself up from the bed, got dressed and washed in a hurry, complaining endlessly in her heart.
If something goes wrong during the morning exercise again today, I’m afraid it will be difficult to get through, right?
I ran all the way to the sword training platform, and when I reached the corner of the lotus pond, I stepped on something unknown, like pebbles stuck in the soles of my shoes, and I panicked.
She raised her feet and looked down, and saw several small green jade stones, with some scattered around.
Just as he was slightly confused, he saw a young man picking up jade leaning over and searching on the ground and walking over.
The young man also saw Jing Che and immediately panicked. He kept bowing and apologizing: "Sister, Bo Yan accidentally broke the lead. I will find the Biquan Stone back immediately."
Jingche quickly stopped him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, what's going on?"
Bo Yan timidly glanced at Jing Che, who had a kind face and seemed to be a senior sister who was not strict. Only then did the nervousness on his face recede slightly, and his voice was timid: "This is"
"These are the biquan stones used by Uncle Zhan to practice in seclusion. There are 108 stones in total. Uncle Zhan will use them soon. If we can't find them, our practice will be delayed." The young man's voice was soft and clear.
Mosquitoes chirping.
"How many more have not been found?" Jing Che was affected by the young man's fearful mood. For the moment, he didn't care about being late for morning practice and wanted to help this junior brother who was afraid of being blamed.
"Twenty more."
"I'll help you find it." Without saying a word, Jing Che squatted down and carefully searched for small green jade stones on the ground.
"Senior sister..." Bo Yan's voice always sounded timid and crying. At this moment, he didn't know whether he was anxious or moved, "Senior sister, are you going to do morning exercises... You don't need to help me..."
"It's a big deal for you." Jing Che didn't even raise his eyes. He squatted on the ground and searched intently. He suddenly raised his hand excitedly: "Look, it's another one."
Her bright eyes seemed to be filled with the warmth of winter. It was the fairy wind blowing open the lotus in the pond, and the endless warm sunshine.