Volume 1 Huangquan December, Chapter 124: Drinking Wine to Sorrow
Xie Hualing's whole body trembled, and the candlestick almost tipped over. Fortunately, Dai Luan stretched out her hand to steady it. The two of them turned around hastily and saw a man standing behind them with his hands on his hips.
"If you don't eat well, you'll just run around here and there." Xie Huayao complained.
"You scared us to death!" Aling raised his voice, "We were so close to being on the scene of a fire! And you said to us, if you don't want to eat with them, why are you here?"
"I told them that I came to find you. When I saw that there was no trace of you two, you must have sneaked out for fun. I was afraid that you would run around with Ah Luan and something would happen, so I came to find you. I watched you
The two of us followed us as soon as we ran here. Okay, let’s go back quickly.”
"Okay, it's on!"
The two sisters turned around, and now when they were bickering, Aluan somehow managed to pick the lock open.
"You, you are too courageous! This little girl..." Xie Huayao was a little nervous. But even though she was accusing her, she couldn't help but poke her head in. Xie Hualing pushed the door open, and the notes fell off.
It opened on both sides and slowly opened with a squeaking sound.
It's like an invitation.
The three of them looked at each other in confusion, and couldn't help but move their feet inward. It seemed that Xie Huayao had already been suspicious.
The air in Xue Yan Valley has always been very clean, and there is not much wind. Moreover, the doors and windows are closed tightly, and the whole room is clean. It is impossible to tell how long the resident has been away. Dai Luan gently wiped his hand on the counter, almost
There is no dust at all. There is no expensive furniture in the whole house, only ordinary necessities. The space is neither big nor small, and it is neatly packed. However, the house has not been ventilated for a long time, and there is a faint smell of moisture.
"...It's like I just left." Xie Huayao said to himself.
Xie Hualing lit the candlestick on the table, making the room a little brighter. There was a small desk next to the window, and the dim moonlight through the paper window reflected on the table. She saw a small stain with no color.
, he reached out and touched it, and it felt dry to the touch.
"Senior Sister Yan seems to have worn off the snow ink." She tried to scrape it with her nails and picked up a few white particles, "it spilled out."
"She has always loved to be clean, so she left without cleaning the table? What is the snow ink used for..."
Dai Luan didn't answer. She guessed that the two people didn't know about the wordless letter. She also knew in her heart that it was rude to break into other people's rooms and rummage through other people's things. But it didn't matter - after all, there were others present.
She doesn't know the truth of the matter. She wants to find something easy to take with her and give it to Mu Wan when she goes back. She should feel relieved.
She opened the small drawer under the desk. There was nothing special inside. There were several jars of rouge and a half-used box of chilblain medicine. Next to it were some old jewelry. These might be a bit expensive, but she was embarrassed to show them in front of them.
Sister Xie Hua took it for granted. So she opened the drawer on the other side, and inside there was a clean ink tray and a stack of thick paper.
Dai Luan took out these wrinkled papers, some of which were letters from home, and some of which were poems excerpted by Yan Muxue herself.
Xie Huayao noticed this. She took the papers from Dai Luan and looked through them roughly.
"These... these should be Yan Muxue's words."
Xie Huayao looked at it, but his brows gradually tightened, and his hands speeded up the reading.
"What's wrong?" her sister asked.
"...These, if these are her handwriting...no, they are different from the handwriting on that letter."
Dai Luan asked: "That letter, was it the one she left before she left?"
"Exactly. But, how could it be...there is no reason..."
Xie Hualing sighed.
"If there really is no reason, that would be fine."
"What are you talking about?" Dai Luan couldn't understand.
"Since she is leaving on her own, why would she let someone else write the farewell letter? What's the point of doing so?"
"Perhaps these poems and songs were copied to her by others," Dai Luan thought, "Why not take them back and show them to Mu Wan. She must know best which ones are Senior Sister Yan's notes."
"That's right... let's go back quickly, lest others get suspicious." Xie Huayao picked a few pieces of paper and stuffed them into his arms, looked around in a panic, and urged them to leave quickly.
Aling blew out the candles, and the three of them went out and carefully closed the door. Aluan used a wire to pry open the lock - I really don't know what gadgets she brought with her. Fortunately, the lock was not broken.
They could still put it back in. As for the seal, which was a little troublesome, they carefully put it back in and stuffed the edge into the gap in the door lock. The big eyes looked like no one had touched them. Then, the three of them left the place immediately, pretending to be calm.
He returned to the banquet. Fortunately, even the patrolling disciples and guards were at the banquet, so no one showed up.
"Oh, these children really don't make people worry." Xie Huayao smiled to the guard disciple in front of the synagogue.
"Children like to run around. It's normal to be playful. Okay, go back quickly, the food is getting cold."
"You two brothers have worked really hard. After a while, I will go to the kitchen to bring you some hot food."
"Thank you very much."
Returning to his original seat, Xie Huayao was extremely calm. The other two girls also pretended that nothing was wrong, still looking around and refusing to settle down. Most of the food was missing, and many disciples were drunk. Mu Wan was still very sober.
, just kept evading it. Wu Yuangui knew that she couldn't drink, so he didn't force it, he just kept drinking it.
"You don't know," a girl next to her said quietly to Xie Huayao, "Yuan Gui originally persuaded the younger junior sister to drink a little, saying that she wanted to see if her drinking capacity had improved since she was wandering outside. But after trying two or three times, nothing happened.
He was blocked by the Taoist priest."
"That's right," said the senior brother across from him, "I see, don't be jealous after returning from afar, just make yourself sulky."
There was a small burst of laughter all around, but it was a little far away, and the people over there probably didn't hear it clearly. However, Wu Yuangui raised his head and glanced, and Xie Huayao smiled politely at him, without any suspicion of doing anything wrong.
A Ling pulled the brother on both sides on the other side and asked them: "What did you just talk about with me!"
"Why do you carry you, you run away without listening. There is nothing special, just talk about the captain. Is it? I heard that they have some fairy wares.
Yunwai Mirror. But it ’s all myths and legends. No one has seen it. Who knows whether it is true. We just talk about it."
People who did n’t know about Dai Yan did n’t talk much. She kept looking at the face of Yushan Sea -still so calm, so quiet that she did n’t have any waves, and there was no pond with any reflection.
But she understood him - after more than ten years, she could understand some things about Shan Hai. She felt that he was holding back something, and at the same time he was also suspicious of something. So Dai Luan looked at Wu Yuangui again, he drank some
Wine, a hearty smile, but no flaws.
I really don't know what they just said.
Mu Wan was still smiling, smiling very happily. She hadn't seen her like this for a long time. Those poems... I really don't know if she should give them to her. Mu Wan took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then told his senior brother about the journey.
Something happened. But after a while, her face turned red. Dai Luan noticed something was wrong and quickly ran over to take a look.
As soon as he reached her side, Mu Wan leaned on the chair and slid down. Shan Hai and Dai Luan hurriedly helped her up, and Wu Yuangui sobered up a little. He patted his forehead, pointed at the two cups in her hand, and said:
"This girl must have drank the wine as tea."
"Wouldn't she think it tastes wrong?"
Dai Luan held up the cup with some doubts and smelled it gently. She really couldn't tell the difference. The color was slightly yellow, like flowing beeswax, and the smell was refreshing and sweet. I don't know if it was the wine that was warm or the tea.
After it was cold, the two cups were about the same temperature. She tried to take a sip from both cups. One was bitter at first, but tasted sweet afterward; the other was sweet at first, but tasted bitter afterward.
Dai Luan is really confused.
Wu Yuangui laughed at her: "Can't you understand? This is a craft unique to our Xueyan Valley, camellia brewing."
"Is it actually tea wine?" Shan Hai helped Mu Wan up and said, "I just think it's flower wine, but I don't know what it is. Camellia flowers don't have much sugar and produce little wine, so it's difficult to make wine."
"Yeah. Even here, it's easy to spoil the wine. If the temperature is slightly wrong, or if it rains for a few more days, the wine will taste sour. If you open it too late, it will be astringent, if you open it too early, it will be weak. It doesn't even matter when and how much honey is added.
They are all particular about it.”
"This is an amazing craft, why hasn't it been shipped out and sold?" Dai Luan asked.
"You don't know something. This wine is different from tea, more like flowers. By the time the carriage pulls out of the valley, the taste has already changed. I sent someone to bring it back to a friend, but he couldn't say it well and blamed me for exaggerating.
."
After a few casual words, Sister Xie Hua and the master and apprentice helped Mu Wan back - or rather, carried her back. She always fainted at the drop of wine, like a puddle of mud, and couldn't be lifted up. Originally
Wu Yuan returned and advised her to live in a newly renovated house for a few days, but they refused on the grounds that it was difficult to take care of her.
"That's right. Now that you, Taoist Master Lin, are here, Wu will feel relieved." He said.
Returning to Xie Huayao's small courtyard, they put Mu Wan on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and closed the door. They finally breathed a sigh of relief. But just when Shanhai was about to persuade them to rest early, the three girls
They all stared at him seriously.
"Taoist Master Lin, how much do you know about Yan Muxue?"
"..."
"What kind of person do you think our senior brother Wu is?"
"...Your senior brother is an upright and noble man——"
"There is no one else now." Xie Huayao took out the stack of paper, "I believe you sincerely take care of my junior sister. I will tell you the truth, what kind of person he is, I, a collateral disciple, dare not make any judgment. But in
In many things, we outsiders can see clearly."
Shan Hai frowned and took a deep breath.
"Your senior brother...asked me about Yun Waijing. But I admittedly don't know. For us, money is something external to the body. Taoist sects always pass on destined people, and there is no need for any treasure to watch. It is enough to leave a few shadows on the rivers and lakes.
If we must catch the wind and catch shadows, it will be difficult for others. Even if there is some kind of cloud mirror that can see things in the world thousands of miles away, it is meaningless."
Dai Luan asked: "Why didn't I know you had such a treasure? From what you said, it seems like it doesn't exist."
"It doesn't matter."
"It exists," Xie Huayao said. Everyone, including her sister, looked at her.
"The founder of Linxiao Temple, Immortal Danning's Yun Waijing, exists."
