The master doesn't want the monk to say

The garden is full of winter scenery, the bamboo forest in Zhushengju has not changed much except that the color of the bamboo leaves has become darker, but from time to time a gust of wind will drop some bamboo leaves, and no one cleans them, so they fall in the forest. Going to the forest to enjoy the bamboo, no matter how you look outside the bamboo forest, you always feel that you are not as comfortable as being there.

It was the same today, the stone couch among the bamboo groves was just right, Chiruo wasn't used to it at first, but seeing Hua Ziyao lying so comfortably, he tried it himself, and found it very good, so he gradually got used to it.

Chi Ruo was lying down, the bamboo leaves fluttered down and landed around the stone couch, Chi Ruo relaxed, just as he closed his eyes, a cold wind suddenly hit his nose.

Chi Ruo opened his eyes helplessly, and calmly met Shang Hua Ziyao's slightly long phoenix eyes. There was a faint smile in the eyes, some were playful, some were playful, and they were more charming, but it was Chi Ruo who met him. .

The two confronted each other for a while, seeing that Chi Ruo remained calm, Hua Ziyao would just let it go, and said angrily, "It's getting more and more boring!"

Chi Ruo sat up, he had been here for more than two months, and he was already used to the elusive thoughts and sudden rise of the old man's pavilion master.

When everyone in the pavilion noticed that the pavilion master was dangling in front of a monk from time to time, Hua Ziyao was already enjoying it.Everyone just privately felt that it was a bit bad to do so, but the pavilion master had his own way of doing things, which was unpredictable, and provoking the ascetic monk might just be a momentary pleasure for him.

"Whether it's interesting or not," Chi Ruo stood up, "Is the benefactor here today for something?"

"Can't you come if you have nothing to do?" Chiruo came together, and Hua Ziyao lay down, "When do you think this deity needs something to come?"

Chi Ruo took a few steps outside, but was quickly grabbed by the corner of his clothes with his sharp eyes and hands.

Today's weather is cold and cold, Chi Ruo added a thick coat over the monk's robe, it was a little loose, it was sent by the little servant boy a few days ago, he said that it is getting colder, so he should add more clothes, and someone from the pavilion will buy it for him I finished it today and sent it here.

Now that the large robe is being pulled, Chi Ruo turns around, Hua Ziyao has an innocent expression on his face, as if Bai Ci's hand is holding on to the corner of his clothes, seeing Chi Ruo looking at him, he also smiles innocently, " This deity wants to reward you, the bamboo that grows from bamboo, so what is it for a guest to come and go?"

"It's nothing." Hua Ziyao didn't use brute force. If he stood still, he couldn't walk away, so he had to turn around, "What kind of host or guest? Isn't this whole old friend's pavilion belonged to the benefactor? Let's go."

"Well, as you said," Hua Ziyao pulled Chi Ruo a little closer, and said, "Then what is it that the master is away while the guest is away?"

"It's nothing!" Chi Ruo couldn't bear the force, and took a few steps closer to Hua Ziyao, his voice slightly raised.

As soon as the words fell, Chi Ruo felt the green scene flashing in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the stone couch again, and Hua Ziyao gave up a small space to the side.

Order if helpless.

"How?" Hua Ziyao wrapped his arms around his waist, his warm breath swept over Chi Ruo's ears, "Appreciating the bamboo, Fu Sheng stole half a day's leisure!"

Chi Ruo didn't answer, because even if he shook his head, it wouldn't help.

The breeze in the forest is light, and the coolness invades the body.

Although Chi Ruo was wearing thick clothes, he was not as warm as Hua Ziyao who only wore single clothes.He had no internal strength to resist, and at this moment the cold wind passed, and he shivered unconsciously.

"Cold?" Hua Ziyao's skill is profound, so she can't perceive the coldness.

Chiruo nodded, his mortal body has nothing but a Buddha's heart that he doesn't know what's going on now, of course he will be affected by instinct, he will be hungry and cold.

Hua Ziyao didn't force her anymore, and went back to the house with Chi Ruo, the stove had already been lit in the house, and the moment the plain white curtain was lifted, the warmth was overwhelming.

Chi Ruo took off his thick coat, went to the desk and started to read, Hua Ziyao leaned over and saw that it was a Buddhist scripture again, feeling bored, harassing Chi Ruo in every possible way, entertaining himself.

If you are not disturbed by it, you can watch it by yourself.

Until Da Qi appeared, holding a token, Chi Ruo glanced at it, it was exactly the same as the one Hua Suo gave him.

Hua Ziyao was stroking Chiruo's head, telling him that stubble had grown on his head, and told him not to shave his hair and just keep it, so that it would be convenient for him to return to vulgarity.

Chi Ruo ignored him.

Hua Ziyao took the token, and there was a book on the back: The peach blossoms on the human face are red.

"This year, Hua Qing will come back first." Hua Ziyao said softly.

Daqi replied: "Yes, and came back with Daxi."

"Oh?" Hua Ziyao raised his eyebrows, "I remember that they are not looking for the same thing!"

Da Qidao: "I went to Feng'an to get the sword on Eleventh, and Hua Qing passed by Feng'an on the way to find his hometown, so the two met and came back together."

Hua Ziyao finally touched the top of Chi Ruo's head, which was starting to grow green stubble, before leaving.

Chi Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed his head, it seemed that there were green stubbles emerging, three thousand troubles, people always think that shaving will make their six senses clean and not disturbed by them.

But these are nothing but the prejudices of ordinary people.

……

The little servant boy seemed to be in a good mood today, sitting at the table while waiting for Chi Ruo to finish eating, while dangling his feet and humming.

Chi Ruo thought about it, but after finishing the meal, he put down his chopsticks, looked at the little servant boy, and asked, "Master Xiaojing is in a good mood?"

Xiaojing seemed to be waiting for Chiruo's question, and nodded quickly: "Yeah!"

Chiruo looked at him, Xiaojing's face was a little red, his eyes flickered, and while he was packing the bowl, he said excitedly: "Little Master, it will be the winter solstice in a few days!"

If Chi didn't understand, the winter solstice was just a solar term set by the peasants. During the few months in the mortal world, he read a lot of books about the world instead of just studying the scriptures.

Xiao Jing happily said: "Young Master, I don't know. Since the winter solstice, the people sent out by the pavilion have been returning one after another!"

"Yeah." This is something Chi Ruo didn't know, and what Da Qi and Hua Ziyao said just now must be the one who will come back.

Xiaojing continued: "Xiaojing is happy that he is coming back too!"

"Who?"

"It's the one who named me," Xiaojing put away the bowl cheerfully, "he's coming back!"

"The benefactor's name?" Chi Ruo was puzzled.

"Yeah," Xiaojing nodded, "Although my name is Xiaojing, I have a real name. My name is Ye Xiaojing! That person took it for me."

Ye Xiaojing.

The people in the pavilion were cultivated from an early age. Most of them didn't have names, and they just called them by random names on weekdays. There were no serious names, and they couldn't name themselves without authorization. They must follow the will of the pavilion master.

And there are also people in the pavilion who can speak, with names and surnames.

For example, Daqi is called Daqi by everyone, but Daqi is just a position after all. Daqi has a name, but few people know it. It is only called Big Seven.

Among the people in the pavilion, only the names of the pavilion master and the deceased are widely known, and servants like them will never get a name in their entire lives.

But Xiaojing was lucky. He started to learn to wash vegetables by the well when he was three years old. His little hands were red from the cold in winter, which made people feel distressed.

That person was also, wandering casually in the pavilion, then wandered into the courtyard, and saw the sensible Xiaojing struggling to wash the dishes, with red hands and nose.

"'Come here quickly, children should play in the snow in winter!'" Xiaojing said, "This is the first sentence an adult said to Xiaojing."

Xiaojing called him an adult, which Xiaojing didn't call Daqi or Hua Ziyao.

"Then, he took me to his room. Although he said he was a servant, he treated me like a real child, and he wouldn't let me do any heavy work," Xiaojing said with a smile, "My lord is very gentle. "

"He also gave me a name, saying that he called me Xiaojing because he saw me at the well for the first time, and then asked me to follow his surname, Ye," Xiaojing said, "Ye Xiaojing, I am an old friend. The first servant with a name in the palace, even the pavilion master did not object!"

"That's good." Chi Ruo nodded.

Ye Xiaojing lowered his eyes: "But I have always been a servant, and now I am 11 years old, so I was sent to you when I asked the person in charge for help when the adults were not around."

"Then when will he come back?" Chi Ruo asked.

Ye Xiaojing shook his head, "I don't know, but it should always be before the New Year's Eve. This is the rule in the pavilion. Those who can come back will come back."

"When my lord left, he told me that this is not an important matter, so he should return in the next few days." Ye Xiaojing said.

Chiruo nodded, "Benefactor Xiaojing misses him very much?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaojing's face flushed instantly, his eyes widened and he shook his head desperately, "No, no, how can I think about it?"

Ye Xiaojing picked up the bowl and said in a low voice: "I'm just a servant, what do I want or not... I just, just look forward to it for a year, and now it's finally here, I'm just a little happy."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Jing turned and left, her pink ears still red.

Chi Ruo read the book for a while, Da Qi appeared at the door, walked in, but held a cloth bag in his hand.

"It was sent by the Pavilion Master's order," Da Qi said, "Master Chi Ruo should eat it as soon as possible."

Opening the cloth bag, a fresh fragrance wafted out of the nostrils. Inside were a few pieces of exquisite pastries. I don't know what they were made of. If you tasted it, it would melt in your mouth and leave a fragrance in your mouth.

"It's delicious," he picked up one and handed it to Da Qi, "Da Qi's benefactor also tastes one?"

Da Qi waved his hand, "As instructed by the pavilion master, if the Master is still eating alone!"

Da Qi said goodbye, Chi Ruo ate two more, and felt that he could not eat any more, so he wrapped up the rest and prepared to save it for Xiao Jing to taste tomorrow. Others are greedy, and they will definitely like this pastry.

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