How about a bowl of Mengpo soup

In the mortal market, pedestrians are in twos and threes, looking leisurely.

In the afternoon, although it is not as lively as in the morning, you can steal half a day of leisure, walking on this mottled and deserted old street, stepping on the uneven stone slabs stained with moss, watching the dead leaves floating in the air and falling on your feet Beside, don't have a quiet and tranquil taste.

Feng Wuya took Chi Han's hand and walked through the streets and alleys like a pair of ordinary mortal lovers.

They walked along the sparsely visited alleys, passed through courtyards covered with fallen leaves, and finally stopped under a big tree with four branches.This is an old lychee tree, which has experienced at least ten years of spring and autumn, with dense branches and branches covering the sky and the sun.The stage opposite it is dilapidated, and it is also full of traces of time. The red paint on the pillars has fallen off, and no one has come to repair it.

"Why did you bring me here?" Chi Han looked up at the swaying branches.

The cold wind swayed the layers of leaves, and the sparse sunlight in winter was scattered silently on the ends of her brown hair.The man in Tsing Yi beside him smiled and said nothing, motioning her to look at the stage not far away.

So I turned around and saw behind the railing, an old woman in linen clothes holding a broom with a long bamboo handle in her hand, and was slowly sweeping the dead leaves that had fallen on the stage.Although the old man was wearing linen, he tidied himself up neatly, but his gray hair was slightly disheveled at the moment, and a few strands from his ears fell to his face, covering up a raised old scar.

Next to her, a seven or eight-year-old girl was practicing Huadan's gait in a decent manner, with a slender but straight figure in her unopened body.The old man glanced at the child occasionally, with a kind smile on his crow's feet.

"The old man was a famous actor here when he was young. Back then, I don't know how many people traveled thousands of miles to listen to her." Feng Wuya said softly, pointing to the open space in front of her, and gestured: "At that time, I also came to listen to it once. This place was full of people at that time, and colored silk was hung on the lychee trees. It was as lively as the New Year's Eve. After singing, the whole house applauded, and the children of the rich family Competing to present jewels and red silk, but also failed to win the attention of the beautiful lady."

She turned her mind away and recalled the previous scene again, and inadvertent sadness flashed in her eyes.

"It's just that something happened later. A fire broke the famous actor's voice, ruined her appearance, and ended her singing career. In the second year, the troupe went to Beijing God Capital, and she stayed here alone. This theater garden No one cares about it anymore.”

"When I came here this year, I found that she had adopted a girl, and the two of them depended on each other. If I have free time during this time, I will come here to have a look, stand under this tree, and listen to a song quietly." Feng Wu Ya caressed the trunk of the lychee tree covered with gullies with one hand, and let out a low sigh.

This tree has witnessed the noisy and lively scene when the famous actors sang, and it also repeated the withering and flourishing in the loneliness of the passing years.Passers-by do not stay for long, and the beauty is old.

The little girl on the stage seemed to see Feng Wuya and the two, and she was not afraid of being surprised. She squinted her eyes and smiled at them, revealing two shallow pear holes.Then, seeing her posing and walking a few steps, Yiyi babbled and started singing.The foundation is still immature, but it is already clear, the tone is pure, and the edge is hidden.

The old man put down the broom and walked to her, patted her on the back, tapped his toes, took a few steps familiarly, and taught her to sing line by line:

"When the drizzle falls, the smoky water is misty and slightly intoxicating. The spring breeze blows, and the mountain road is so misty that it is difficult to return. The catkins fly, and the branches spit out new stamens. The fireworks shatter, and the lovesickness and twilight parting haggard..."

Her voice was hoarse, but her accent was still poignant. It was the song "March Rain" that she sang on stage that year.

Feng Wuya slowly raised the corners of his mouth.Listening quietly like this, it seems that the surrounding scenes have returned to those days.There were bursts of applause in my ears, and I looked up amidst the hustle and bustle below the stage, and met the gloomy glance of that autumn wave.Liulishui's sleeves were lightly raised, and she turned around in a magnificent manner.

However, compared to those years ago, what I heard at this time reveals more of the details of the years, as if all kinds of worlds have been integrated into it, human feelings are cold and warm, and the words are vicissitudes.

"At this time next year, she won't be here." Feng Wuya looked at the stage, and suddenly said something in a low voice, muttering to himself.The woman beside her turned her face, and there was a little fluctuation in her cold eyes, but she didn't say anything in the end, she just got closer and slowly held her hand.

Feng Wuya held back gently, and finally put away the sentimentality, raised his lips, and said: "When I came here last time, I also showed up, and I chatted with her a few words before I left. I Tell her that next time I will bring my beloved girl to listen to her singing."

"Really?" the woman beside him said lightly.

"Of course. No, I came here as promised, and I didn't break my promise." His Excellency Judge blinked playfully, and lifted the hands they held.

The voice fell, and the song on the stage just ended.Someone looked over and smiled at her. The moment their eyes met, they were as familiar as old friends.

The old man nodded to them, his eyes paused on Chi Han for a moment, and then with a peaceful smile, he turned around to point out the girl's movements.

"Let's go." Feng Wuya took a deep breath and smiled at the woman beside him.Afterwards, she took out a brocade bag from her sleeve, twisted it lightly, and the brocade bag turned into a wisp of white smoke and floated to the other side of the stage.

The two walked out of the alley, and the street was already covered with an orange glow at dusk.

While walking, Feng Wuya suddenly said: "Speaking of which, you will go to the ancestral temple meeting with the king tomorrow. We have to be separated for a while."

She seemed to be careless, but there was a sense of sadness in her tone.

Chi Han looked at the red clouds in the sky, his eyes suddenly fell into some unknown emotion, after a long while, he just nodded lightly: "En."

"Ah—" a certain judge wailed, and finally stopped trying to hide anything, and regardless of whether it was on the street, he took Yi Ren's arm and shook it: "No, don't be separated for so long, you have to come back soon .”

"No matter how fast it will take ten days."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I won't see you for so long."

Seeing her childish appearance, the black-robed woman's mouth parted into a smile: "It's only been a few days since we've been apart and you're going to be wronged like this. I think you treat me like a mother."

"It's a lady." The man corrected seriously.

"Master, buy something for your wife." A man's voice interrupted abruptly.Feng Wuya turned his head to look, and it turned out that the two of them walked to a stall selling jewelry.

The stall owner was smiling obsequiously at her, probably seeing her expensive clothes, and quickly picked out a few exquisitely carved jade pendants and gold hairpins and handed them over: "Take a look, these are high-quality goods in our store. It was only put on sale in this way after it was closed in recent years, you see, the materials of this workmanship are all high-quality, and it is really quite suitable for such a good-looking figure as your lady."

A madam made Chi Han's calm eyes tremble slightly.And Feng Wuya looked sweetly at the objects on the counter.

"Huh?" She picked up a small mahogany brocade box, saw a yellow transparent stone-like thing inside, looked at it for a while, and asked, "Is this amber?"

The yellow and transparent thing has a warm and smooth surface, and there is a circle of pink and white copywriting in the middle, as if a petal is embedded in it, it is really beautiful.

"Master, you have good eyesight. This is the unique amber stone in our store. It comes from Bi'an County. It is a unique piece of amber in this city." Young dignitaries like to buy this kind of amber stones for the people they like, if you give this to your wife..."

Cherry Orchid Amber?Feng Wuya chuckled from the bottom of his heart, but didn't point it out. He turned to look at the woman beside him: "Mingming, look at this, it's so beautiful."

"Do you like it?" Chi Han raised his eyebrows.

"En." A certain judge smiled sweetly and nodded obediently.

"Then I'll buy it for you." Master Si Ming took out a silver coin and handed it to the stall owner: "You don't need to look for it."

The stall owner was stunned, and took the heavy silver taels in a daze.It wasn't until the two walked away that he came back to his senses, looked at his hands, then at the direction they left, and murmured: I was also a flower back then, why didn't I meet such a good woman...

Underworld, in a certain courtyard.The door was gently pushed open, and a woman dressed in white walked in alone.

The person standing in front of the flower bed turned around, and there was no strange expression on his face, only the corners of his mouth were raised gently, as if everything was under his control, and he was about to develop along the predetermined track, not biased. Don't rely on it, it is bound to win.

"Have you figured it out?" She Yingying moved over, her voice rising slightly, which seemed a little joyful.

Meng Wanyan looked at that enchanting face, her eyes darkened: "What do you want to do?"

"I might as well tell you, I'm just going to get Liu Mingjin's fate." The man in red stopped in front of her, "Before that, help me get Yan You's fingerprints."

As he spoke, he took out a small white porcelain bottle and a square ritual vessel and put them on the stone table beside him: "Tonight, you will try to get her to drink this potion, and then use this magic vessel to reflect your fingerprints. After she leaves tomorrow, you will follow me to open the barrier gate."

"Only Yan You's handprint can open that barrier, and you have Yan You's aura on you, so no one will notice when you activate the barrier." Ji Lan continued to add.When she said this, there was a moment of coldness in her eyes.

Meng Wanyan looked at the porcelain bottle and frowned, "This medicine..."

"It's just drugged." The person opposite dispelled her doubts, "Don't worry, I won't hurt her, after all, I don't want to. Here, you just need to make a bowl of soup for her to drink. The method is very simple. , she won't doubt you anyway."

"Then, Liu Mingjin will be able to return to his original destiny. I will arrange for you to leave here after I have finished dealing with some matters. This will be over from now on, and you and Yan You will not owe each other, and there will be no further ties." Ji Lan lifted the hair by her ear, raised her lips slightly, and the red flowers behind her made her face glow.

Meng Wanyan felt a pain in her heart.

After a long time, she finally picked up the things on the table and said shyly, "Okay, I promise you..."

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Meng Wanyan: Yan You, come over for a bowl of soup.

Yan You: (sniffing) Huh?Why does it smell like Chinese medicine?

Meng Wanyan: (guilty) Yes, yes, I added Danshen into it... huh?No, why does it smell so astringent... (takes a sip) I understand, it's because the dandelion was added too early! (Drinking another spoonful, eyes wide open) Hmm... I forgot to slice the kudzu root, so the taste couldn't come out, and it was a little less sweet!

Yan You: Is that so...

Meng Wanyan: (grievous) Besides, I didn't control the heat well, the taste was greatly reduced!What a failure! !

Yan You: (waving hand) No, it’s fine, as long as it’s boiled by you, I’ll love it.

Meng Wanyan: (drinking the soup frantically) How could this be!This taste is simply unbearable, such works are easily eliminated! !I am ashamed to face the teacher who taught me so earnestly back then. I actually take soup making so seriously! ! !

Yan You: Ah Meng, calm down, it’s not your fault, Ya Mei Die~~

After a while—

Yan You: (⊙_⊙)?What's wrong with you, Meng? !Why, why did I suddenly faint...

The author has something to say: Well. .Should the king push first, or be pushed first? . . .Tangled. .Why don't you just pull the light and turn the camera to the next day (≧▽≦)~