Wang Yue Han

Jiang Zihan didn't move out from behind, he was mysterious and didn't know what he was doing, occasionally there was a scent of food wafting out from behind the screen, Yan Ziyao hurriedly put on his shoes and socks, and ran behind the screen to see him, seeing Jiang Zihan's whole body was in good spirits Huan Huan had no symptoms at all, and was a little worried whether it was caused by the flashback, so he asked cautiously: "Your injury..."; "My injury is all healed." The signed work, with the ink on it blown by the wind on his lips, Jiang Zihan originally thought that even if he was not beaten back to his original shape this time, he would have to rebuild for ten and a half months to recover. He never expected that he would feel comfortable after waking up. He saw Yan Ziyao fell asleep propped on the bed, so he touched his sleeping point. After all, he didn't close his eyes all night yesterday, so he should have a good rest; after Jiang Zihan put him on the bed and fell asleep, Only then did he see the pot of purple bamboo on the table. This pot of purple bamboo looks ordinary, but it contains endless spiritual power, which is exactly what he needs. Only then did he realize that Yan Ziyao fell asleep because of the help of an expert. He had nothing to do, so he quietly cast a spell to fetch things from the air and brought back the package that fell on the boat. When he was bored, he saw that the screen was quite creative, so he made a detour to look behind it, but he didn't expect that there was a different world behind it. According to one side, the piano player is in a light gauze tent, and the book player is in a thick case. There are thousands of volumes of poems and books on the bookshelf behind, and the screen is a painting. The chess player stands opposite it. About two feet out of the viewing platform, the remaining three sides of the partition were protected by mahogany fences, Jiang Zihan picked up the pen on a whim, and this is how he got the work he was holding at this time; "Are you all right? "Yan Ziyao frowned, obviously he was still sleepy at that moment, and he spent a long time to climb up with him on his back, okay?"How do you say it's all right?Isn't this obviously playing with him?He snatched the painting from Jiang Zihan's hand, and said angrily: "Do you want me to carry you on purpose because you don't want to walk!"; "Be careful! The ink is not dry yet!" Jiang Zihan carefully carried the painting back and spread it out On the table, he said: "I never lied to you. It is a fact that the injury is serious. Otherwise, you can try two tricks with that monk? See how his skills are. If it wasn't for the help of someone with a heart this time, how could I recover so quickly?" "; "A caring person?" Yan Ziyao, a monk, has witnessed the skill with his own eyes, and Jiang Zihan wouldn't be so bored as to let him walk on his back?It's just that Yan Ziyao mentioned that nobleman...he thought over and over again about the pot of purple bamboo sent by the boy, and then suddenly realized that Jiang Zihan's body is bamboo, and the purple bamboo must be an extremely spiritual thing that can help Jiang Zihan recover instantly. The person of things is a little curious, I really don't know where the sacred place is; he bowed his head and carefully admired Jiang Zihan's paintings. On the pure white rice paper, there are three mountains engraved on the pure white rice paper. There is a person who is setting up a wooden easel and brushing like the wind. He is wearing an ink-and-green shirt and his back is facing the spectators. His hair is only tied with a plain scarf. Behind the easel is a child playing in the water. Yan Ziyao also Seeing the implication, he turned his back and leaned against the table, and asked, "Why are you so good at drawing them?"; "Then tell me, why can't I draw them?" Jiang Zihan asked softly, on a whim. Only then did he realize that he knew a little bit of Danqing, and the matter of Jiaolong was the only time he intervened in the mundane world after he entered the world of mortals. , There is love in the world of mortals but no lovesickness, returning to the present, the ruthless rivers and lakes will not disturb each other.This is what Yan Ziyao thought about for a long time before he decided to mention it. Immortal cultivators say that if the sky has love, the sky will grow old, but ordinary people say that if a person is ruthless, it is in vain to be a human being. The word love is nothing but fate. He didn't know whether Jiaolong met fate or calamity, but at least Jiaolong had no complaints or regrets; Yan Ziyao didn't move, but said silently: "You have never met that Junyu himself, so how do you know that he is kind?" Danqing, do you like He Chang?"; "Isn't it human nature to find out where he lives and know what he likes and dislikes?" Jiang Zihan retorted with a light smile, the ink on the paper had dried up, he carefully wrapped the scroll and inserted it into the scroll. In the porcelain vase next to the desk, I don't know if this rough work can catch the eyes of others, and he doesn't want to take it away, so it's better to leave it here, whether to go or stay, it's up to the owner to decide. Walking around in front of him, he sat at the wooden table under the screen. The vegetarian food on the table was delicious, delicious, and the taste was considered to be the best. Then he thought that Yan Ziyao hadn't eaten today, so he raised his eyes and asked him: "You don't want to eat for a day without eating?" Are you hungry? Food and wine, if it is wasted, it will be a waste of good intentions in the world."; food may be dispensable to Jiang Zihan, but to Yan Ziyao, at least for now, it is still an indispensable thing, put aside all thoughts , also walked over to sit down opposite Jiang Zihan, and seriously replied: "Of course I'm hungry..."; The master here brewed peach blossom wine by himself, he filled the white jade wine glass at hand with the wine, and tentatively asked Yan Ziyao: "This is the best peach blossom wine, do you want to drink it? "; Yan Ziyao also smelled the aroma when the wine spewed out from the mouth of the crane beaked pot, but he still remembers the drunkenness many years ago. Looking up at Jiang Zihan's eyes, she answered him very cautiously, and persuaded him along the way: "I don't drink, alcohol is something to eat, so you should drink less. ";"laity. "Jiang Zihan smiled, stretched out his hand to hold the corner of the cup, brought the fine wine to his lips, sniffed it lightly, and then drank it up. This peach blossom wine is not strong, and it is sweet in the mouth and warm in the throat. It is really suitable for weak scholars to taste, Yan Ziyao It is a pity not to love this fine wine, so he pretended to be sorry and said: "It seems that only those who have a bosom friend can appreciate the pleasant taste of this wine..."; How can we compare with bosom friends when we meet and get acquainted? "Yan Ziyao bit his chopsticks, and he didn't know how to speak so frankly; then why didn't you let me fend for myself when I was hurt? Jiang Zihan's heart was pierced like an arrow, and he wanted to ask but didn't ask. He also didn't seem to have any position to ask, what Yan Ziyao said was the truth, he was a demon, and Yan Ziyao practiced Taoism, it was a great fortune that the two did not have mutual tolerance, how could they become confidantes?

Jiang Zihan suppressed his emotions, and after drinking three glasses of good wine, thinking that Yan Ziyao didn't drink alcohol, he just picked up the pot and drank it. He didn't go to see which dishes Yan Ziyao ate, how much each kind of food he ate, and lightly With a sigh, he stood up holding the jug, and walked slowly to the edge of the viewing platform with a little frustration. Fortunately, the night wind was blowing and there was no chill at all.

He left on his own, Yan Ziyao only glanced at his back, his slender figure was standing in front of the fence with his hands behind his back, holding a white jade pot in one hand to invite the moon to drink, his clothes fluttered in the wind, as if the next moment, that person would come I will ride the wind and go away, and I will go back to nothingness to see each other again; tonight, when the fire and clouds are burning, but at this time, there is no star, and the last moon is also half behind the clouds. The shadows are in pairs, but the heart is lonelier. The viewing platform has a wide view, and the dimly lit place below is a place where there is no self. In this situation, Jiang Zihan flipped his sleeves and called out Bai Yuqin. It's nothing more than a song about wine; under the swaying of silk strings is a song of Luanfeng Qiuhuang, Jiang Zihan has never played this song, it seems that today I am really worried, but why I am worried and who I am worried about, others can't guess, he himself It was also difficult to sort it out, he thought, probably because he had been alone for too long; the sound of the zither came out, but Yan Ziyao finished eating in twos and threes, put down his chopsticks and went to the desk in a ghostly manner; In a cool and unrestrained way, he writes lightly the person in white clothes, a crescent moon, and a pot of peach blossoms. It's a pity, whether such a picture scroll seems too bleak, Yan Ziyao was silent for a long time, wrapped up this picture scroll and imitated Jiang Zihan's , put him in the pile of paintings aside, and brushed up again; this time it was still a crescent moon alone, and a pot of peach blossom wine, the person was still the same person, and so was the fine wine, but this person was no longer the right person. Drinking in the moonlight, but sitting on the ground, the qin case in front of the censer is a white jade qin, fingering the strings, and then near the Xuanlan, a young man in red stands in front of him, although he can't see his face, there is a green jade flute across his lips, pointing Lightly tap the sound of Kong Lishang, and when the pen and ink dried up, Yan Ziyao carefully folded it into his bosom. It is ridiculous that the pen and ink fell into love, but the person who wrote the painting did not know it. Heartbroken...

Tonight, no one is sleeping in Jiuchong Tianhua, because there is a lingering sound from the moon-climbing tower, and the infatuated person can read it with a sense of sadness and sadness, and the ink-clothed man on the second floor is even writing And the book.