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In the past, Yang Jian tried to uproot the Yang Mansion to heaven, but in fact he had no residence in the mortal world.The Erlang Temple in Guankou was built by Governor Liu Jilian on the former site of the Yang Mansion during the Jianwu period of the Southern Qi Dynasty. It stood tall after several wars.Among them, there are three main halls and sixteen auxiliary halls. The main hall is dedicated to the wooden statue of Yang Jian in military uniform, with a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right.The two of them entered the temple with a dog, and cast spells to hide their figures. The dog went to look for the Caotou God who was guarding him, but Yang Jian and Cun Xin walked slowly with the flow of people offering incense.It is the first time Cunxin has returned to Guankou's old residence since Heli. She saw that the home, which was repaired and decorated bit by bit like a swallow swallowing mud, has now turned into a cigarette-filled ashram. There is no trace of love or quarrel in the past. No, my heart is not without sentimentality.

Cun Xin was full of emotion, standing with his hands behind his back in the back hall, looking up at the statue of Erlang in straw sandals casual clothes and shawls, and then at Yang Jian beside him, suddenly he laughed and said: "I only know that the clay figurines in Luoyang made you Became Zhao Gongming, who would have expected that the people here would be even more outrageous!" She raised her hand and touched Yang Jian's upper lip, "Look at that look, it's Lu Dongbin who has no beard..."

Yang Jian's eyes fell on her fingers, and he raised his eyes again, looking into Cun Xin's eyes that were especially bright because of his smile, and slowly smiled.The fingers as white as the tip of a scallion felt the curve of his lips slowly spreading, as if Yang Jian had kissed her fingertips, moist and warm.She suddenly woke up, she retracted her fingers as if she had been shocked by electricity, her face flushed like fire, she couldn't find a word for a while, so she hurriedly turned around, pretending to look at the poem inscribed on the wall.

Yang Jian pursed his lips, it seemed that there was still an inch of warmth on it, he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the right words.He and Cun Xin are not only "old husband and wife", which can be described by four words, they were intimate and romantic at the beginning, so the ambiguity is nothing.As soon as Chao and Li Yan parted ways, at first I just felt happy and refreshed, no one was waiting in front of the porch, which meant that I no longer had to worry about when I would return home, and no longer had to worry about dirtying my boots from hunting or staining my shirt from drinking. , No matter how much you want to delay and wander.But there is no one who, while blaming him for coming home late, stuffed a sober stone into his mouth, or poured sour soup into his ear.Inside the quilt beside the pillow, there is no longer the familiar warmth.

Yang Jian had been in turmoil for half his life, and had experienced great joy and sorrow before, but he had never been as sad as he is today.After being dazed for a long time, he stepped forward and said warmly: "Let's go, I'm afraid the tea will be cold." "

Cun Xin snorted, "Forget it, how can you drink the tea made by those hair gods under your command?" Although she is a man at the moment, she still looks like a daughter with every frown and smile. It was indescribably funny, the sourness in his nose was gone just now.

Xiao Tiangou got out from nowhere, rolled his face covered in ashes, coughed and said: "Master doesn't come here often, I really can't find any good tea in Shenku, only Mingqian, which is new this year, don't mind , use it reluctantly." These words were said to Yang Jian, but the language was unusually respectful and polite.Although Cun Xin is arrogant and indulgent, but she grew up in a deep palace, what kind of voice can't she hear?That is to say, although the third princess is no longer the owner of this place, the dog still remembers that the owner loves to drink the tea you cooked, and it is rare to see you today, so I ask the princess not to see anyone, but to handle the stove in person.

Cun Xin sneered, "Schools should be impressed for three days! Since the dog king was appointed as an official, people's words have become better." Yang Jian also smiled, and immediately led the way, leading Cun Xin to the pavilion in the back garden, and took a seat in front of the tea table.

Cun Xin took a look at the tea, picked up a few pieces with his fingers and sniffed it, and said pleasantly: "This is not Mingqian, this is Sheqian! The tea picked during the spring equinox is the best produced in Changxing, Huzhou. Now it is in the Daming Palace in Chang'an. The Guzhu purple bamboo shoots I use are the best among them." She put the tea leaves in her left palm, fiddled with her right index finger, and said: "Look, the buds and leaves are slightly purple, with pekoe exposed, and the back of the young leaves is like a bamboo shoot shell. That's what Zhu Zisun looked like."

Yang Jian has been worrying about work during the night and day, and drinking tea is only for refreshment. He has never carefully looked at the appearance of tea leaves, and only occasionally wonders why Cunxin's tea in the early years is so frivolous and sweet, and the tea of ​​the temple servants is so astringent but not sweet. He would forget it when he was busy, but he never thought that his ex-wife was a real princess. Since she was a child, the bells and tripods have been ringing, the food has been made of silk, and everything that has been conditioned by her hands must be extremely delicate.

While talking, Cun Xin had already baked the tea cakes, then crushed them finely with a tea grinder, skimmed off the miscellaneous stems with a fine sieve, and when the water boiled for the second time, first took a ladle of water out, and then sprinkled the tea powder into the soup heart .The water was originally boiling like a fountain, but once it got the tea powder, it was only quiet for a moment, and then it was surging again, as if it was rushing to the shore.Cun Xin picked up the ladle of water that he had just taken out and poured it into the cauldron, turned off the fire, then poured out the tea soup and distributed it to Yang Jian and Xiao Tiangou.

When the Xiaotian dog looked at it, he saw that the tea in the cup was light green and clear, it smelled tangy, he took a sip quickly, but forgot to burn it, he swallowed it in his mouth and didn't spit it out, tears flowed from the pain.Cun Xin hurriedly took a ladle of cold water, handed it to the dog to drink.Xiao Tiangou wiped the water around his mouth, and asked: "Third Princess, you can keep the fire alive, and add some water after a while, so you can drink it again."

Cun Xin gave a "spitting" smile, "You would think that the water has to be boiled three times, and if it continues to boil, the water will be too old to be eaten, and it will lose the taste of tea."

The dog scratched his head, "I don't know how many, the master reads documents in the temple all night long, and can't stop tea. If they are all cooked like the three princesses, it's not enough to draw Tianhe!" Before the words finished, Yang Jian The teacup in his hand was heavily placed on the table, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "Speak up!" Xiao Tiangou shrank his neck, peeped at Yang Jian's expression, said "Thank you for the tea, the third princess", and tiptoed back.

Cun Xin's hand holding the tea froze, and slowly let it go.In the past in Guankou, Yang Jian's food, soup, clothes and shoes were all taken care of by her personally.The Yang Mansion is usually full of guests, and the wine bottles are not empty, but after the singing and dancing, the wine is a little sober, and Yang Jian always wants to drink tea.Yang Jian seldom praised the tea made by Cunxin, but she learned from the Meishan brothers that Yang Jian never drank tea outside, even if he served fine nectar and jade liquid, he would only take a sip to show respect, just like in Yang's mansion. There has never been a scene where one pot after another is not enough to drink.

Cun Xin turned her head slightly, watched Yang Jian slowly sipping tea from the corner of her eye, and couldn't bear it for a while.I didn't look at Yang Jian carefully in Luoyang before, such a beautiful face, now with a slight dark blue color under the eye sockets, it is obvious that he has less sleep and more dreams.His slender, bony fingers lightly held the teacup, and he took a sip, his complexion warmed up, seemingly complacent.Even if the eyebrows are slightly raised, the deep "Chuan" lines between the eyebrows still cannot be smoothed out. This is a proof that people who stay up all night and work hard are not satisfied after many trials.No need to think about it, Cun Xin also knows that there must be endless files in the Zhenjun Temple at this moment, and the endless prisons are waiting for Yang Jian to confess, so he said in front of his own eyes that he would come to him and throw him a new trouble Do you want to solve it?

After thinking about it, Cun Xin said, "Because I almost learned the tricks of Immortal Dingguang in Luoyang last year, I brought a special mirror to defend myself. When I went to Minjiang River, I met Dragon King. He said that Minjiang River has become more and more watery in recent years. However, there is a village at the southern foot of the Minshan Mountain at its source, and there is a well in it, which the woodcutter calls "Lingshu".

At that time, Cun Xin also thought it was strange, so he went to Minshan Mountain with the Dragon King to visit Naling Shujing.At the mouth of the well, the Dragon King of Minjiang asked the third princess to wait a moment, and he went down to explore the secret.Unexpectedly, after waiting for half a day, a black cloud filled the mouth of the well, and there was heavy hail falling in a short time.Suddenly it occurred to him that the precious mirror in his sleeve could cast down demons and eliminate demons, so he sacrificed the mirror to illuminate the mouth of the well.I saw the precious mirror shining light, which made the water in the well boil like boiling. Suddenly, a big fish jumped out of the mouth of the well, flew more than two hundred steps and fell to the ground.The fish was about ten feet long, as thick as a human arm, with a snow-white forehead, a blue-yellow body without scales, like a snake but with dragon horns, and a pointed muzzle like a sturgeon, lying writhing in the muddy water.Cun Xin stepped forward to ask it where the Minjiang Dragon King was, but the fish had already died.

Cun Xin refilled a cup of tea for Yang Jian, and sighed: "I only think that the monster has been eliminated, and the Dragon King should come up. Who knows that after half a day, there is still no sign of the Dragon King. Look at the Lingshu Well, but it has already dripped all the water." Nothing. I was in a bad mood, so I hurried down the mountain and wanted to go back to the West Sea to move my elder brother to save the Dragon King, but I never thought that I would lose this precious mirror outside Guankou City."

"Didn't you go back to Xihai, why did you go outside the city again?" Yang Jian asked.

"I..." Cun Xin blushed, lowered her head and clasped the pattern on the tea table with her fingers, and mumbled for a while: "I haven't been out of the West Sea for many years, since I came here, I want to see Shizipo... ..." Her voice became lower and lower, until finally it was as light as a gnat, inaudible.Yang Jian was silent.After so many years, no matter how unbearable the marriage was at the end, Cun Xin really still misses the original Yang Mansion.

Sipping a sip of tea, Cun Xin Fang said: "When I arrived at Shizipo, I saw your ashram. I wanted to come in and have a look and leave, but under the archway at the gate of the temple, I met a girl who sold her body to bury her father." During the severe drought, many poor families were unable to survive, and even died of illness and starvation.The girl looked to be only five or six years old, her face was covered with dust, her forehead was bruised on the ground, her father's body was wrapped in grass beside her, and she wanted to sell her head to bury her father.

Cun Xin immediately moved her heart of compassion, and touched her sleeve, but there was only one side of the precious mirror, and there was no silver tael.While hesitating, a big man with a beard squeezed through the crowd, looked at the girl, dropped five taels of silver and said loudly: "I bought you, quickly bury your father and come with me!"

When Cun Xin looked at it, this big man was dressed in short clothes, but it was all cut from silk, his face was full of flesh, and his beard was tied like a steel wire, it was very frightening.The old man standing next to him whispered: "This girl was originally a filial daughter, but it's a pity that the one who bought her was Qiao Er, the tortoise from Huaichunlou. She entered the brothel at such a young age. In the future... alas~"

Where did Cun Xin hear this sound, and immediately stood in front of the girl, picked up the silver and shoved it to Qiao Er, saying: "I have already taken a fancy to her just now, you are late."

Qiao Er glanced at Cun Xin, this woman was dressed in court attire, with a yellow shirt and jade belt, a soap bag and a folded upper towel, and seven things on her waist. She thought she was a lady from some official family who didn't know the world and came out to fight against injustices.He didn't want to cause trouble, but the words had already been spoken, if he easily showed weakness to a woman in front of everyone, how would he run amok in the market in the future?Thinking about it one way, but pocketing the money first, "Everything comes first, then comes first, we don't know if you like it or not, but I'm the one who pays first."

Cun Xin took a step forward, "Is there any silver, just tell me how much you want, and I will buy her from you!" Then Qiao Er secretly smiled, saying that he met a rich fool, and this time he was going to make a fool of himself. Gang, then said: "Bring 200 taels, and I'll let him go!"

This is simply stealing!Cun Xin was angry, and was about to speak when the girl behind her took a few steps and hugged Cun Xin's calf, crying: "Sister, sister, don't let him take me away. I know, he is Mr. Gui from Huaichun Tower, If I go with him, I would rather be head-on to death!" As he spoke, his big eyes were filled with tears, and even the long eyelashes were stained with water, which was very pitiful.Cun Xin looked at her, her heart softened, and she thought of the baby girl that Yang Jian brought back that year, looking at her so tenderly and pitifully.

Before Cun Xin could answer, Qiao Er walked around Cun Xin, kicked the girl on the shoulder, kicked her five feet away, and scolded: "Since you sold yourself to bury your father, how can you be picky and picky?" Reason? I’m not selling it anymore, you come with me!” After saying that, he stepped forward to pull the girl.

Cun Xin was furious, grabbed Qiao Er's arm, and threw it aside forcefully.Qiao Er didn't expect her to be so aggressive, he was immediately annoyed, and stepped forward to hit her.Cun Xin said loudly: "500 taels of silver, pay the money with one hand, and release the person with the other hand!" Qiao Er waved his fist in the air for a while, then suddenly softened, wiped his face, and turned into a sneering smile , clasped his fists and said: "Sell it, sell it now! As long as you have money, let me kneel down and ask your mother to do it!"

Cun Xin was sulking, but was actually amused by Qiao Er, and spat, "I don't have a son like you." Then he invited a fortune teller nearby to write a statement, and Qiao Er sat under the archway On the stone pier, waiting for Cun Xin to take the silver.

But at this stall, where can I find money?