The Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness of Crossing

At that time, Xia Chan moved into a high stool from the outside room, helped Yuan Cuixiao to sit down and said: "The dressing table has been moved, little lady, just this time, let the maid braid your hair for you."

"Yeah, okay." Yuan Cuixiao sat down, slapping himself wildly in his heart: I don't want a heroic father like Ouyang Pangpang, but I think Zhao Jue, the king of Xiangyang who wants to rebel, is his godfather. It's really disgusting long life...

Xia Chan dipped a comb into hair oil, spread it on her hair, and said while combing, "What hairstyle do you like, my lady?"

"You can figure it out." Yuan Cuixiao replied absent-mindedly.

Chunliu interjected: "Little lady was born tall, if she wears a high bun again, I'm afraid it will attract people's attention. In my opinion, how about just braiding a green snail bun?"

Yuan Cuixiao nodded: "Yes."

Tie up her bun, put a pair of sunflowers on her temples, and Xia Chan was still sticking it between her eyebrows, Yuan Cuixiao couldn't help but said: "Enough, enough."

Xia Chan reluctantly put it down, picked up a rhombus mirror from the table, handed it to Yuan Cuixiao, and said as if asking for credit: "Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Chunliu smiled and said: "People say that the daughter of Jin Taishou's mansion is the number one beauty in Xiangyang City. Now that there is a young lady, I am afraid that this title will be given to a virtuous person."

Xia Chan clapped her hands and said, "That's right! That's right! Although Jin Mudan was born well, compared with our little lady, it's still a bit worse."

Yuan Cuixiao didn't listen at all, what the two of them said, stared at herself in the mirror with a pair of eyes in a daze: the appearance hadn't changed, but the eyes were no longer green, but It's as black as a spot of paint...

Xia Chan said softly: "Little lady?"

"Ah?" Yuan Cuixiao returned to his seat, looked around and said, "It's getting dark, I can't see clearly in the mirror, let's hold a lamp."

Xia Chan answered "Yes", brought a porcelain lamp from the outside into the room, lit it with fire, and in an instant, the room was full of light.

Yuan Cuixiao faintly felt sorry: Night vision really didn't work.But this huge county mansion is not headed by a stingy bamboo spirit, so I don't think it will care about the oil money...

Chunliu stepped forward to bless her body and said: "The lord asked the maid to bring some important words, which are related to the status of the young lady's family background, and please listen to the young lady carefully, and when dealing with others, don't make any mistakes."

Yuan Cuixiao cheered up and said: "Speak. I will listen carefully."

Chunliu said in style: "Since the little lady has forgotten all her past, please rest assured that she is the righteous daughter of the prince, Yuan Cuixiao. Yuan Cuixiao was originally the niece of the princess, and she has been close to the prince and concubine since she was a child." , and later practiced Taoism in Luofu Mountain. Last year, the princess was seriously ill and missed the little lady Cuixiao very much. The lady was sad and suffering from paranoia. After recuperating in the mansion for a while, the prince sent her back to Luofu Mountain, not wanting to run into robbers on the way..."

"Ah!" Hearing this, Yuan Cuixiao couldn't help exclaiming.

Chunliu took a deep look at her and asked, "Little lady, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing..." Yuan Cuixiao rolled up a corner of his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's so hot and stuffy today, you go on, go on..."

Chunliu nodded and continued: "Fortunately, lucky people have their own destiny. The little lady Cuixiao was rescued by the mountain people, but suffered from amnesia. Half a month ago, I met the prince by chance. The prince was very sympathetic and accepted her Became a righteous daughter."

The king of Xiangyang is a part-time lecturer... Yuan Cuixiao looked at Chunliu, then at Xia Chan who had been standing by her side, silent, and said with a wry smile: "This righteous daughter is me?"

Chunliu and Xiachan said in unison: "Exactly."

Yuan Cuixiao sighed and stood up: "You two, whoever leads me to burn incense in front of the foster mother's spirit."

Chunliu approached and lifted the bead curtain for her: "Little lady, come with me." Then she said to Xia Chan, "Go to the dining room and order, after half an hour, bring the little lady's snacks into the garden."

Under the high wall, the twilight is getting darker, and the stars have covered most of the night sky.Chunliu led the way with a gauze-covered lamp, and said as she walked: "The couplet garden where the young lady lives is in the southwest of the mansion, and the Buddhist hall is located in the west. The two places are not far apart, and the road is only a quarter of an hour away." The palace has four gates and three halls, with a total of more than [-] couplets. The front hall and the middle hall are the places where the prince welcomes guests and discusses affairs. , Greenhouse, Sewing Room, and Dining Room are all located here, and the young lady can walk around at will. The most important thing is the Skyscraper Tower in the northeast corner. That side is the forbidden area of ​​the County King's Mansion. If you go wrong, you will lose your head. Prince I feel sorry for the little lady, and the little lady must not disobey the prince's wishes."

After listening to Chunliu's words, Yuan Cuixiao finally had a general idea of ​​the life in captivity she was about to face, and she responded without interest: "I understand. I must abide by the rules, and I will not say a word or take an extra step."

Chunliu stopped talking, and the two came to the Buddhist hall without saying a word.The old monk who was in charge here seemed to be a mute, he made a few gestures with Chunliu and then quietly retreated.Yuan Cuixiao watched from the side, both curious and puzzled.Unable to stop her from thinking, Chunliu beckoned her to go inside.

The sandalwood fragrance in the room was extremely strong, and Yuan Cuixiao was almost overwhelmed by the fragrance.She held her breath and looked around. There was a Buddhist niche embedded in the middle wall of the room. Inside was a golden statue of Tathagata. The lower one was a tall table with red cloth, three pots of seasonal fresh melons and fruits were placed on it, and a copper tire. The gilt censer, and then only a lonely red lacquer tablet, with a line of inscriptions in gold - the lotus seat of Xianshi Yuanshi's boudoir name Shunniang Shengxi.

The first family... This memorial tablet is actually set up in the name of her husband. Could it be that the princess has been married to him for more than [-] years, but she has nothing... But as the royal concubine, even if she can't give birth, she can still adopt one Is it just a count... She can't enjoy the incense of her children and grandchildren after her death, only her husband's incense, and I don't know if it is her luck or misfortune... Yuan Cuixiao thought about it silently, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

Chun Liu handed over three sticks of incense sticks, she took them carefully, knelt down on the futon, and prayed in her mouth: "God-mother, please accept Cuixiao's three worships, may you go to the Buddha's kingdom early, and enjoy bliss forever."

Turning back to the coupling garden, it was already dark.Yuan Cuixiao was hungry, and only hoped to have a good meal to calm down her heart that had been hit repeatedly. Seeing Xia Chan coming out, she dragged her back and asked, "Where's my dinner?"

"In...in the west wing." Xia Chan was almost staggered by her, "I'm going to prepare fragrant bean noodles and wash my hands for the little lady."

"There's no need to be so troublesome." Yuan Cuixiao pushed her lightly, and hurriedly said, "Go and give me a whole wet wipe, so I can wipe it off."

Xia Chan suppressed a smile and left.

As soon as she stepped into the west wing, Yuan Cuixiao's gaze was attracted by a three-layer carved food box on the table.

She moved her chair and sat down, thinking earnestly: This county palace is full of extravagance, and the food is not so good...

Chun Liu slowly opened the lid of the box, took out the silver plate, silver chopsticks, and silver spoon from the first layer and placed them in front of Yuan Cuixiao.The second layer was uncovered, and three palm-sized silver plates with curved edges were brought out in sequence, a plate of sliced ​​lotus root sprinkled with sugar, a plate of soaked pickled radish, and a plate of unknown vegetable leaves. The three colors of yellow and green are arranged with a brush of water, which looks quite elegant.

Yuan Cuixiao swallowed, took the sweat towel handed over by Xia Chan, and twisted her hands indiscriminately, still looking forward to the third floor.

Chunliu first brought out a small bowl of japonica rice, and a cup of water shield soup, then retreated to the side, "Little lady, take it easy."

"No... gone?" Yuan Cuixiao exclaimed in disbelief.

Chunliu and Xiachan looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

Are you sure you are not kidding me?Damn!The old lady is so hungry that her chest is almost flat... She actually let me eat this... What a mess!Yuan Cuixiao had the urge to lift the table.

Seeing that her face was about to look like vegetable soup, Xia Chan asked weakly: "Little lady thinks the rice is running short, and ask the people in the dining room to bring over two more bowls tomorrow."

Little girl, my old lady was born taller, in your eyes, why did she become the master of Fermi's cloth... Yuan Cuixiao threw a sharp eye at her: "You think I'm an idiot!"

Xia Chan hurriedly knelt and said, "Could it be that the lady doesn't like rice, so let the dining room make pasta tomorrow?"

Yuan Cuixiao felt internally injured, waved her hand to let her rest, sighed a few times, and raised her chopsticks sadly.After the disc operation, he wiped his mouth and said cheekily: "I think I am also recovering from a serious illness, so why can't you have some nourishing dishes?"

Chunliu tilted her head and thought for a while, "It will be stewed ginseng soup tomorrow."

"No, no." Yuan Cuixiao waved his hands again and again, unwilling to go around in circles, and said bluntly, "Just change the broth. Or meat cubes, shredded meat, or minced meat. It must be slightly meaty."

"This..." Chunliu's expression gradually became strange, "I'm afraid I can't."

Yuan Cuixiao was anxious and angry: "Why is that?!"

Chunliu explained in a calm manner: "Wangfei's immortal journey has not yet been completed, and since the little lady has paid homage to her adoptive mother, according to filial piety, she should be a vegetarian for three years."

After a rough calculation, it would take more than two years to eat this kind of food... Yuan Cuixiao's whole body is not well.