Chapter 289 Winter Solstice, Letters from Home and You (8)
Bang.
A bunch of fireworks shot into the sky, and the ribbon-shaped flame tails twisted into the blue sky, exploded brightly, and instantly turned into a shower of flowers and sprinkled towards the pavilions and pavilions.
As the sun sets and the moon rises, towards dusk, the smoke from the kitchen rises, and the aroma of beef and mutton soup gradually diffuses in the air, blending with the faint smell of sulfur into the memory of the winter solstice.
Jing'er looked at the window for a while, and suddenly felt a little unmotivated. She immediately walked back to the dressing table alone and took a wet wipe soaked in water to clean the makeup on her face.
At this moment, there was the sound of neither light nor heavy footsteps outside the door.
"Miss Jing..."
Ning Yan opened the door and happened to catch her taking off her makeup. Perhaps there were almost no men in the depths of the candle dragon platform. At this time, Jing'er was unprepared. A thin plain dress that fit her body highlighted her slender back.
Further down, the exquisite curves of the waist and hips are also clearly visible.
With just one glance, Ning Yan felt her mouth go dry and she forgot what she was going to say next, so she turned her head slightly and looked away.
Hiss...it's already winter, why is it still so hot...
Jing'er had already heard the identity of the person from the footsteps. She gently rubbed her eyebrows and said tiredly, "You're back now?"
"Um."
Ning Yan hesitated for a moment, but did not step in after all. Instead, he patted the big box behind him and said, "I came just to tell you that everything that needs to be prepared is ready."
Jing'er half turned around and looked at it curiously: "What kind of treasure is inside, and why do you have to go out of the palace?"
"It's just not a treasure, that's why I have to go out of the palace to buy it."
The treasures of the Princess's Mansion are vast, and all kinds of rare materials and treasures are placed on the shelf for free, but with Ning Yan's current ability, he cannot control such high-grade materials.
Instead, it is some iron sand, jade powder, dragon cedar wood, etc., suitable for a novice like him.
It's just that low-level materials like this are hard to find in Zhulongtai. Even if they are available, the categories are not complete enough.
Ning Yan came back from the palace with a full load, and he also wanted to show off. His fingers touched the hidden buckle on the box, and when he pulled it, the top of the box mouth immediately popped open to both sides.
Jing'er was surprised and said: "You can also use the mechanism technique?"
"It's Yan Shu."
Zhu Miao'er had a Yanshi box, but he was not good at it, so he could only make a beggar's version temporarily to store some props: "Miss Zhu gave me a book of commentaries on the Mo Jing before she left, in which she recorded many novel things.
When I have free time recently, I learn to do it myself."
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers, and a small wooden butterfly slowly flew out of the box.
The butterfly is rather sloppily carved, which shows that the artist's art skills are really not that good. Two pieces of wood are used as wings and a short stick is used as the axis, so that the butterfly is completed.
The only bright spot is the short stick used as the axis, which seems to hide the mechanical expansion. It makes a clicking sound when the wings flap, and it really has a mechanical beauty.
"Put your hand out."
Jing'er tilted her head and stretched out her right hand towards Ning Yan. She saw the butterfly spinning in the air and finally resting on the back of her hand.
Then there was an icy cold feeling on the back of my hand.
"I installed Qi-nourishing powder in the middle layer of the wings to simulate the phosphorus powder on butterfly wings." Ning Yan smiled proudly and pointed his sword finger at her: "If we are against someone, I will release tens of millions of trap butterflies.
Then replace Yangqi Powder with Ruanjin Powder or Bone-Jinging Powder or something like that, pinch it with your hands, and the strong wind will blow..."
Jing'er listened to Ning Yan vividly describing his whimsical thoughts, and suddenly felt a little funny: "Then wouldn't it be more convenient for you to just grab a handful of musk powder and sprinkle it towards people?"
Ning Yan was stunned.
After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat and began to defend himself seriously: "Spreading poisonous powder on people is an insidious method used by people in the demon sect. I am fighting with multiple arms on land and air. I am the king's division. I am upright! The difference is very different.
big……"
Jing'er couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, and said half-angryly: "That's ridiculous~"
This bad guy is always like this, he likes to say nonsensical things in a serious manner.
But Ning Yan was a little anxious and said harshly: "My butterfly has other uses!"
"Oh? Tell me about it?"
"You can't use it here, come here."
"where to?"
"Don't worry, just follow me."
Jing'er was confused and walked out of the room. Ning Yan grabbed her wrist and took her away.
Her heart trembled and she hurriedly said: "Wait, wait a minute..."
Since she had just been dressing up in the inner room, she was only wearing a thin piece of clothing. It was fine for Ning Yan to see her. It would be a bit embarrassing at most. But if others saw her, it would be absolutely unacceptable.
However, before she could finish speaking, Ning Yan had already taken off his cloak and put it on her shoulders, casually saying, "What's wrong?"
The lining of the dark cloud leopard still carries the breath of the other person, like a small hand stove in winter. It is obviously not so dazzling, but the warmth runs through the whole body along the limbs and bones.
Very warm.
Jing'er's eyes stopped on Ning Yan's face, who was carefully fixing her ties. She pursed her lips for a long time, and finally muttered in a low voice: "No...it's nothing."
"Okay! Let's go then! The place we are going to may be a bit windy, so don't catch a cold!"
She struggled symbolically, but did not shake off, letting the other party grab her hand and run wildly in the candle dragon stand.
Ning Yan is used to being casual and may not care, but Jing'er knows that this is not what a ordained bhikshuni should do.
She can memorize "Rhythm of Four Parts" better than any of her fellow students.
If the master knew about it, he would probably be punished... Jing'er lowered her head with a guilty conscience, the smell of the man on Queyu's collar gradually penetrated into her nose, and the random thoughts in her mind gradually became clear again.
Amitabha……
…
The lights were dim, the fireworks reflected each other, and under the splendid afterglow, two figures climbed onto the bell tower.
"arrive!"
Ning Yan turned around in excitement, and suddenly realized that she had been holding Jing'er's hand just now, so she quickly let go and said, "I'm sorry, I..."
"it does not matter."
Jing'er pursed her lips and shook her head. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on her forehead from running all the way just now. Her skin was already fair and delicate, but now there were some beads of sweat against it, which made it look like white dew on the jade steps.
But Ning Yan's focus was very strange: "You... are you sweating now? It's not a big deal after such a long journey, right?"
"No……"
"I have a hand towel here, it's clean, I haven't..."
"No!"
Jing'er glared at him fiercely, bit her lower lip and wiped her forehead carelessly, but a few disobedient hairs stuck to it. She was so angry that she turned her body to evaporate all the sweat on her body.
It seemed that now she was no longer a bhikshuni who only knew the ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern, but more like a young lady who went out to visit the lantern festival with her family officials.
He can be angry, he can laugh, he can be happy and he can be sad.
Ning Yan stopped taking out the handkerchief and stared blankly at Jing'er's face until she was almost annoyed by it, then nodded and said: "Very good."
"What's good?"
"I said it's good for you to be like this." Ning Yan said: "Since the night when Zhulongtai was attacked, I haven't seen your brows loosen. If a string is kept stretched, it will eventually break. Anger
Whether it’s shame or anger, having other emotions is a good thing.”
Jing'er's expression was slightly dull, and she was silent for a long time. She sighed quietly: "It's always been like this, I've long been used to it."
"It's always been like this, so is that right?"
"..."
"Let's not talk about that anymore." Ning Yan walked to the railing of the bell tower, leaned over with one hand and easily turned over, patted the railing and said, "Come and sit."
The bell tower of Zhulongtai is located exactly on the central axis of the entire building complex. The thousand-step corridor below runs through the north and south. Colorful lanterns have been hung at this time. Looking from top to bottom, it looks like two long dragons crawling left and right.
Jing'er walked to Ning Yan and sat down: "What did you bring me here to show?"
Ning Yan looked at the sky and said, "Wait a little longer, my magical power can't see clearly until the sky is completely dark."
Bang.
Another firework rises into the sky, this time the tail of the flame is no longer bright red, but a clear milky white. The night is used as the cloth, and the white ink is used as the pen. The moment the firework explodes, the ink is splashed into the starry sky, as if it were painted by a famous artist.
The landscape painting, the level of light and shadow is breathtaking.
The two sat side by side, enjoying the rare fireworks show at the same time. Ning Yan praised it in a very uneducated manner: "It's so beautiful."
Jing'er was so angry that she complained: "This is 'Si Ya Ping Qiu Yi Yi Yue' from Xing Yanfang. It costs nearly a hundred taels in one go. How can it not be good?"
"Do you still understand this?"
No wonder Ning Yan was surprised. In addition to the work clothes of the princess's palace, Jing'er's private clothes were mostly cheap plain clothes. She also kept the habit of changing and washing them manually with soap locust. It was very simple, just like someone in the class who wore a black frame when she was in school.
An inconspicuous girl wearing glasses turned out to be very knowledgeable about all kinds of high-end luxury goods.
"The princess liked it, so she wrote it down." Jing'er responded lightly, then pointed to the sky and said with a half-smile, "This situation should be the occasion for writing a poem."
Ning Yan smiled bitterly and said, "Are you going to copy poems again?"
Jing'er's expression changed, and the scumbag alarm in her mind instantly sounded, and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Again?"
Ning Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt a chill running down her spine.
Sometimes a woman may be really talented at certain things. An elegant and beautiful woman like Miss Jing, who is pure but not seductive, once enters the state of torture with her eyes, she is self-taught and tortures him to the point where he has no choice but to talk about himself.
"Well, um... the fire trees are flying in the clouds and the red phoenixes are flying, and the beautiful flowers are falling all over the ground!"
"Where's the back?"
"I can't remember."
Jing'er didn't embarrass him and continued to ask. He would probably just say that it was a fragment of a sentence casually hummed by a wandering Taoist priest who passed by his house when he was a child, or he read it in an ancient book, and added a bunch of names of people he had never heard of before.
Be an author.
He obviously has the ability to speak well, but he has no intention of taking the imperial examination. He smiles playfully every day and wastes his talent wantonly.
However, perhaps it is this casualness that is the most fatal to Jing'er.
Unfettered, able to care less about other people's opinions and live freely.
"By the way, how are you doing today? When I first came in, I saw you taking off your makeup."