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Xie Yingzhou didn't go out today, lying on her side on the clean wooden corridor, biting the sugar ball in her mouth, while looking at Ye Wujian who was watering the vegetables with a wooden ladle in the yard. There was an open book of poetry that they had packed up when they were cleaning up the house.

Although he didn't go to see Xie Yingzhou, Ye Wujian knew what she looked like now.

She must be supporting her head with her hands, and her hair, which was tied up casually, fell to the ground in a mess. When the wind blows, her soft white hair is gently raised, and the sugar ball in her mouth is biting. , as lazy as a house cat.

For the convenience of movement, Ye Wujian tied up the hem of the skirt with fine cloth strips, revealing her straight and long calves, wearing a pair of wooden clogs, the morning light casts on her fair toes, it feels like summer, Xie Yingzhou continued to look upstream Let's go, at this time Ye Wujian has also tied up her long sleeves, her hair is coiled up and she is wearing a bamboo hat. She is completely dressed like a peasant woman. If you don't look at her too fair and translucent skin and her Don't drink the words of the vulgar face.

"Aren't you going out today?" Ye Wujian was aware of the gaze from Xie Yingzhou, and didn't care about her scrutiny and his not-so-"dignified" attire.

"Li Yingwu still has other work to do, and I will go to him in a few days."

Ye Wujian nodded and continued to water.

"Is it necessary to pour so much water?" Xie Yingzhou asked suddenly.

Ye Wujian, who didn't know much about vegetable farming, hesitated because of Xie Yingzhou's question, and stopped what he was doing, "The sun will be very strong today, and it may be sunburned."

"I remember reading it somewhere, and it seems to say that seedlings cannot be watered so much at one time."

"Then what about these?" Ye Wujian had already watered half of the vegetable field.

"You water half of it and don't water the other half. Let's see how they behave tomorrow." Xie Yingzhou had the most ideas and encouraged Ye Wujian.

"...Okay then." Ye Wujian thought for a while, thinking this was a good way, and put the wooden ladle into the bucket.

Seeing Ye Wujian leave his line of sight, Xie Yingzhou yawned, picked up the poetry collection called Wutong Collection again, lay on his back, and continued to look at it with his legs crossed without any image.

"Does it look good?" Ye Wujian tidied up, came over and sat beside him, lifted Xie Yingzhou's head so that she could rest on his lap.

"It's not good-looking, it's just a sour word from a literary young woman who has never experienced setbacks." Xie Yingzhou criticized mercilessly.

Ye Wujian smiled lightly, and didn't ask her what she meant by the literary young woman, but just took the poetry collection in her hand, and looked at the page she found.

"Immortal bones can't help being thin, whoever blows the jade flute thoroughly, remembers Taixuan Tower, a song of Yaoqin strings, looking back, looking back, people are at the end of the world." Ye Wujian's voice is cold, and it has a different flavor when he reads it. Xie Yingzhou suddenly felt less sour.

"I've never heard of Zhao Rang's Taixuan Building." Because her head was resting on Ye Wujian's thigh, what she saw was the cover of the poetry collection. Xie Yingzhou stared at the three words Qin Zezhi written on the corner of the cover in a daze .

"It may be fabricated by the author." Ye Wujian replied, turning another page.

"Do you know who the author of this collection of poems is?" Xie Yingzhou suddenly asked triumphantly.

"Who?"

"Qin Yue, Xia Youliang's wife, is also the original owner of this house."

"I thought it was Qin Zezhi, some male poet."

"There is also a collection of poetry, which is too narcissistic."

The corners of Ye Wujian's mouth curled up, and he brought the book closer, looked at it for a while, and said, "This should be handwritten, not printed, you see that the words in this collection of poems are unevenly written, and the booklet is not evenly written. The binding is also very uneven." Ye Wujian turned the collection of poems to Xie Yingzhou and asked her to carefully read the ink writing on it.

Today lovesickness is like a dream, the westerly wind blows tears and falls on the phoenix trees.There is no one in the depths of the white clouds, leaning on the railing alone to listen

Just happened to turn to this seven-character quatrain called "Thinking of the Wind". Xie Yingzhou read it carefully, but she didn't see any uneven words or uneven binding. She is still at a very shallow stage for books of this era.

It's just that although Xie Yingzhou is not familiar with ink characters, Xie Yingzhou has other unique feelings.

"Strange?" Taking the poetry collection in Ye Wujian's hand, Xie Yingzhou sat up.

"What's strange?"

"I've been reading Qin Yue's collection of poems in the morning. Every poem of hers will first indicate the time and place where she wrote it. Although what she wrote in the early stage is sad and sad, it still looks very optimistic. It seems that the later I'm getting more and more sad and depressed." Xie Yingzhou said, and began to flip through the poetry collection in her hand, anyway, she is idle at home today, and she also intends to find something to do.

"Here is the late moon of the second year of Yuanchong, Xingting on the outskirts of the city, and then she wrote this poem."

"Several joys and sorrows, tired horses at the end of the world. A sound of Qiang flute in a desolate place, I heard it in my dream. I don't know what happened on the Milky Way Road. Tears fell on the red paper, and the soul lost the white ramie. Several times the heart was broken by the wind and rain. Tonight is parting again. There are countless sorrows in the lonely night of the Ming Dynasty." Ye Wujian followed the trend, "What's wrong with this poem?"

"It seems that from the beginning of this poem, there has been a very low mood afterwards. Don't you think this poem reads particularly tragic? It is desolate and full of worries."

"Yes." Ye Wujian didn't understand why Xie Yingzhou suddenly became excited, and nodded.

"Before I bought a copy of "Zhao Rang Zhi" here, it tells the history of Zhao Rang City, because it is related to the former owner of our family, I have carefully read the story about Xia Youliang." Xie Yingzhou ran back barefoot while talking. In the back room, he quickly took out a thick book, sat cross-legged next to Ye Wujian, and flipped through it.

Ye Wujian was stunned, and at the same time smiled because of Xie Yingzhou's caution and intelligence.

"Look, at the end of Yuanchong's second year, Xia Youliang married the Qin family."

"This shows..." Ye Wujian nodded, deliberately elongating his tone.

"It shows that Qin Yue doesn't want to marry Xia Youliang at all." Xie Yingzhou immediately accepted the latter words.

"It's nothing." Whether it's in mythology and history books, or in daily life, this kind of thing is so common that it has long been familiar to him. Ye Wujian only thinks that Xie Yingzhou is boring and cute.

"No, for the latter, Qin Yue is missing another person. That person should be called Feng, or the name is related to Feng."

"It's not unusual to like another person." Ye Wujian was still puzzled by Xie Yingzhou's excitement.

At this time, Xie Yingzhou looked at Ye Wujian and started to giggle inexplicably, flipping through the "Zhao Rang Zhi" in his hand, "Then, what if that person is a woman?"

"female?"

"Look here, Qin Yue's father is the previous city lord, Qin Jiuzheng, and Qin Jiuzheng is good friends with Chang Liuchun, the owner of the Duer Mansion. Chang Liuchun has a young daughter named Changliu Zhufeng, who is two years older than Qinyue. Three years old, Qiang Qiang, solved the case! Well, I am really good, please call me Sherlock Holmes in the world of cultivating immortals." Xie Yingzhou expressed her admiration for her IQ, and nodded her head in affirmation.

Ye Wujian didn't understand what Sherlock Holmes was, so he didn't answer, but just took the "Zhao Rang Zhi" from Xie Yingzhou's hand, looked at it carefully, and found that the content on it corresponded one by one with what she said, but simply mentioned that Qin Jiuzheng Being friends with Chang Liuchun, and having a daughter named Chang Liu Zhufeng, Xie Yingzhou can guess the connection based on the poems written by Qin Yue, which somewhat opened Ye Wujian's eyes, but she still doesn't believe it.

"Qin Yue and Chang Liu Zhufeng must be congenial, but they couldn't be together and were forced to marry Xia Youliang, so she was always unhappy and died in depression." Xie Yingzhou expressed her conjecture.

"The word feng is not uncommon. It is normal for Qin Yue to like other names with feng. Moreover, in the poems she wrote, it is possible that the word feng just expresses her emotions and has no special meaning."

"Qin Yue's heart must belong to Chang Liuchun's youngest daughter, Chang Liu Zhufeng."

"Not too possible."

"Then let's make a bet." Xie Yingzhou's competitive heart was aroused, and she said immediately.

"Okay, what are you betting on?" Ye Wujian insisted on his point of view and did not back down.

"If I win, you will kiss me in front of everyone at the center of the city gate." Xie Yingzhou smirked, trying to scare Ye Wujian away.

"Nonsense," Ye Wujian was a little speechless, pursed his lips and looked at Xie Yingzhou, and said again, "No shame."

"Dare you?" Xie Yingzhou provoked, the smile on her face became even more arrogant.

"Then if you lose, you will tell all the elders in the famous Huanshan that you love me and that you will live up to me for the rest of your life." Not to be outdone, Ye Wujian put forward even more demanding requirements.

Xie Yingzhou also looked at her speechlessly.

"You are not ashamed!"

"How about it?"

"...Okay! It's a deal, so how to verify it?"

"You just said that you called Sherlock Holmes in the world of cultivating immortals. What does that mean?" Ye Wujian asked slowly. She didn't understand what Holmes meant, but she knew Xie Yingzhou very well.

"Hmph!" Xie Yingzhou snorted coldly, took "Zhao Rang Zhi" and started to read it again.

With a smile on the corner of Ye Wujian's mouth, he leaned over.

""Zhao Rang Zhi" said that Chang Liu was originally a big family in Zhao Rang City. A few decades ago, the whole family suddenly committed suicide at home, and then they have been haunted by ghosts. Is Feng's little daughter dead too?"

"No wonder I have seen this rare surname before..." Ye Wujian seemed to think of something, and said, "Changliu is the ancient divination family that predicted the collapse of the fairy mountain in the legend. People in this family are good at divination. Rumor has it that they More than 30 years ago, it was predicted that the world would be in danger in the near future, and all the people in the land of Shenzhou would be wiped out. They were unwilling to die in troubled times, so the whole family suddenly committed suicide, but they didn't expect that they were in Zhao Rang."

"...This is too stupid." Xie Yingzhou was a little speechless after hearing this, and sighed in her heart that no matter what world or era it is in, people will believe it and pay a heavy price for it.

"Now that Chang Liu Zhufeng and Qin Yue are both dead, how can we verify that they love each other?"

"Go to the Mansion of Ferry?"

"After the Changliu family committed suicide, the Du'e Mansion was sealed up by the imperial court. The imperial court ordered that no one approach it, but there must have been a lot of Changliu's treasures, so in the past few decades, Many people have also thought about sneaking in to search for treasures, but none of the people who went in survived, so the haunting is not groundless, and it is very dangerous there."

"What treasure do you think will be inside? The one that even you think is particularly precious." The tense atmosphere of the bet with Ye Wujian has subsided with the chatting between the two, and Xie Yingzhou was lying on the bed as if she had no bones. The pillow rests on Ye Wujian's thigh.

"There may be Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly." Ye Wujian played with Xie Yingzhou's white hair, thought for a while, and replied, "I heard that this is the ancestor of the Changliu family who brought it down from Kunlun Mountain before the collapse of the fairy mountain, and used it with some cumbersome secret methods. Afterwards, it will be of great benefit to cultivating spiritual energy to make immortal cultivators feel as if a hundred years have passed in their dreams."

"This, I read it in Ji Qinglan's book before, it said that after so many years in sleep, when you wake up, you will become strange and alienated from the people around you."

"Yes."

"anything else?"

"There should be a lot of prophecies about divination. In recent years, more and more people think that Changliu's prophecy is reasonable. Many unusual disasters have occurred in various parts of China in recent years...including the demon invasion three years ago."

"Before I crossed over, I often used this kind of saying, the end of the world, some superstitious people commit suicide collectively, etc., but when the end of the world comes, we are probably all dead, so don't worry too much." Xie Yingzhou is optimistic and doesn't care .

"But we all live for a long time. If you are successful in cultivation, you will live at least two or three hundred years. My own life span is already long."

"Uh... If that's the case, I'll be able to protect myself by then. Even if the world ends, it doesn't matter to me. I'm not a savior, and I don't want to be a savior. What does the extinction of mankind have to do with me?"

"Although that's the case... If one day you can't save the person you want to save, what will you do?"

"I ask someone who can save me to save me." Xie Yingzhou replied immediately.

"Will you beg for help too?"

"My dignity is nothing compared to the life of the person I want to save."

"Well, what if no one can save you?"

"You are so annoying..."

"What if no one can ask, no one can save?" Ye Wujian smiled, seeing Xie Yingzhou as if being forced into a corner by himself, he just found it very funny.

"Then there's no other way. All the methods I can think of can't be used. I can only live with guilt for the rest of my life. Do you just want to hear me say this?"

"Is the person you want to save me?" Ye Wujian lowered his head and approached Xie Yingzhou's face, and asked with a light smile.

"Are you asking knowingly?" The two asked back and forth, but they didn't answer each other's questions seriously.

The author says:

I don’t know why, yesterday’s update of Brother and Sister’s article lost several favorites, and I felt bitter QAQ, I don’t know what everyone’s thunder point is, but it’s still necessary to say that the heroine is not someone’s reincarnation, and she won’t have anything to do with anyone else Love entanglement, the protagonist is in my setting, it is difficult to trust others, and it is even more difficult to fall in love with others. It is fate to like Ye Wujian's fledgling complex due to the situation (yes, I It’s their god, the dog’s head), but she lives in this world, the reasonable development is that she will encounter friendship, family, teacher-student relationship, colleague relationship, mother-child relationship (referring to Yinshanjun and Jiuying), master-servant relationship, I will definitely write about male characters in the future, and I will write in a reasonable range. Any supporting role is indispensable to the growth of the two protagonists.