As soon as the peach blossoms fall, it is early summer.

The sun became warmer. At noon, the sun was hanging high in the sky, emitting light and heat without any fatigue. Every time, the flowers and plants in the courtyard became a little wilted. For this kind of weather, the servants disliked the most. They even walked out of the room sweating profusely, carrying a small pot of watering flowers, wandering in the huge courtyard, watering the flowers and plants. However, it was a bit of thanks. Although it was hard, it was still much happier than those tenant farmers.

The third day after the Wang family Dalang was buried.

The big room was still a little quiet. Although all kinds of burning paper used for funerals had been cancelled, compared to other courtyards, there were still servants walking, and the flowers and plants that were carefully cared for on weekdays withered, and the dry branches and leaves fell on the ground, and no one paid attention to them. Because of the big trees, the whole courtyard showed a polar contrast between light and darkness. In this case, even if someone came out, it would not be too energetic.

A servant walked in slowly, with a worried face on his face, but he did not dare to make too loud noises. He quietly walked to the side room and knocked on the door. After getting the answer from inside, he walked in. After a while, he often followed He's maid and servant out. She looked at the main room, hesitated, and finally waved his hand at the servant. After the servant left, she pushed open the door of the main room. With the creaking sound, the main door was opened with a casual push, allowing the sun to shine in. The maid wrinkled his nose and smelled a little moldy.

"Mrs. Young Madam, have you not eaten yet?" The maid's voice sounded, looking at He, who was sitting on the soft collapse, the food next to her was still a little warm, but there was no sign of being passive.

As if he had just realized that the maid had come in, He coughed gently and turned to look at her: "Yu'er, I really have no appetite."

The maid called Yu'er's tears fell down her face, and she walked to the edge of the soft collapse, pursed her lips and said, "But young lady, you either don't eat or eat less these two days, and your body will be thinner than when you were in your life. How can you eat this? If you continue like this, you will fall ill one day."

"It's good that you're sick, so don't think about these sad things." He sighed, turned to Yu'er, took the maid's hand, and wiped his tears as the maid bent down, "Is the letter in your hand? Who sent it?"

"The Erlang sent it, and the servant who delivered the letter said that Erlang went to Qixia Mountain yesterday and remembered the young lady, so he asked someone to send it." Yu'er handed the letter in his hand to He.

While unpacking the envelope, He said, "Two days ago, there was news from Lujiang. I asked if I had any idea of ​​remarrying. My parents here were reasonable. When talking about this, I let my heart be my will, but I rejected it. I was very worried that Dalang and I have no children. I am not right to live here."

"Isn't this the young lady's home? How can people get in the conversation when they live in their own home?" Yu'er replied, watching He tear open the envelope, revealing a thrilling red color from it.

The red leaves of the mountain.

He trembled his hands, and then he hurriedly picked up the fallen red leaves and placed them on the table. His eyes were stunned, and his thin and pale pretty face seemed to be rendered by the red mountains, with a hint of blood. At the same time, his eyes turned red and tears came down. She hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief... She often fell asleep while sleeping these days, and now she burst into tears again, which made her eyes hurt. Although she was sad in her heart, she could not be resurrected by death. Wang Xuanzhi finally went away. In fact, she knew very well in her heart, but she chose to not face it and not overcome this hurdle.

Now that I saw Shan Hongye, my mind seemed to have flashed through my past times, my first acquaintance with Wang Xuanzhi, etc.

"Mrs....." Yu'er supported her trembling body next to her, but she smiled and put the letter inside on the table.

The above is probably the product of Wang Ningzhi's unusual path:

"Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. Qixia mountains are red, I hope my sister-in-law will be safe!"

Rejecting Yu'er's comfort, He's eyes turned red again, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly, with a smile, he held a red leaf on the table in his hand. The dry red leaf was clearly veins, probably because he had been made into a bookmark, but Wang Ningzhi asked him to send it to He. Although it was not worth a penny, it symbolized a concern... After watching for a while, He put down the red leaf, looked around the room, frowned: "Yu'er, open the window, and ask some servants to come and clean it up. The food was hot, and I was a little hungry..."

Yu'er was a little stunned, but she quickly reacted and nodded heavily: "Yes!"

...

Wang Ningzhi was very familiar with Qixia Mountain. After following people, he entered Qixia Temple with a familiarity and asked for the red leaves of last year from the owner Zheng Qingfeng. He left some books for himself and sent some to his wife, sister-in-law, younger brother, sister and sister at home. These are also considered specialties for Qixia. Kuaiji will not have them. Although they are not expensive, they are fresh...the premise is to ignore Zheng Qingfeng's stiff face.

Unlike the first time I came here, Qixia Temple is just a small Taoist temple that insists on unchanging. In addition to the annual debate, it is not very famous among many temples and Taoist temples, but now it is a little different. With Wang Ningzhi's poor theory of evolution and various interesting stories, he went down the mountain to tell farmers from all over the countryside, and he was in a prosperous state. Even Du Zigong, the nominal leader of the Five Doks of Rice Taoism, became interested and sent his disciple Sun Tai to study.

When Wang Ningyi came, he was surrounded by the people from the refugee village who had been rescued. He listened to their gratitude, etc., and made some polite responses. After everyone had dispersed, only Hei Qi'er was still following him. The two of them walked side by side on the mountain road. The big white goose twisted their bodies and followed them. When they met the birds and beasts, they flapped their wings and flew over and flew over to scare them away. Then they immediately returned and circled around the two, as if they were seeking credit.

Hei Qi'er kicked it to the side with a cautious look on his face, listening to Wang Ningzhi telling him what happened a few days ago.

The conflict between Wang and Xu was not paid attention to at first, but when rumors were flying all over the sky and both sides had their actions, they came into the sight of many people and were paid attention to them, so they could be heard from them when there was a storm. Qixia Mountain was very close to Jiankang, and even the emperor knew about it, so there were naturally heard of it here... Because he often walked around the streets, Wang Ningzhi was simply arranged to collect various information here.

"Young Master, is Xu Shen really killed by you?" Listening to Wang Ningzhi's somewhat exaggerated statement, the unique linguistic charm lured Hei Qi'er into it, as if he was the protagonist inside. Although Wang Ningzhi did not say the cause of Xu Shen's death, after entering, the smart Hei Qi'er still discovered it.

Wang Ningzhi smiled and looked at the big white goose who was a little anxious because he was kicked away by his master. He replied casually: "He is just being killed by himself. Don't think about it or talk nonsense."

"Oh..." Hei Qi'er lowered her head in depression and said after a while, "Let's not go to think about it, but the young masters of the aristocratic families outside will not be obedient. This morning, I passed by Sun Jingyuan and heard him talk about this matter with others. He also said that the young master is very powerful. Generally speaking, you will give it to you..."

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so they can only guess that there is no need to worry too much. Even if they believe that my hand will not talk nonsense, they will be more afraid of it at most." Wang Ningzhi stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers moved through the sunlight, interrupting Hei Qi'er's words, "How can such a clean hand get involved in the dust?"

The Taoist temples are mostly small and exquisite, with many twists and turns. The thin bamboos in front sway gently in the wind, causing the shadows on the wall to sway silently. Passing by the thin bamboos, just as they were about to turn, they met two strange faces.

The two people on the opposite side stopped, one was generous and peaceful, smiling; the other was handsome, and his eyes staring at Wang Ningzhi were a little surprised, as if there was a hint of fear.

"Brother Shuping, we're meeting again." The man with a smile nodded at Wang Ningzhi and said, "I'm Sun Tai and Sun Jingyuan, who followed his master to diagnose Zungong with his illness a few years ago."

"It turns out to be Brother Jingyuan. Please forgive me for being stupid. I haven't recognized it for a while. Who is the one next to me?" Wang Ningzhi looked at him a few more times and looked at the person next to him, but found that after Sun Tai called him, the person next to Sun Tai's face changed, and he turned around and left when he asked him.

"I...I have something to do, so let's take the lead."

Wang Ningzhi narrowed his eyes and stared at the man gradually moving away.

"Hehe... his name is Xu Zhen, it's..." Sun Tai hurriedly explained.

Wang Ningzhi finally confirmed: "Yi Xing Xu's family?"
Chapter completed!