Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

"Sir, please come in."

Just as Lin Chujiu knocked on the door, a soft voice came from inside.

Lin Chujiu paused for a moment, feeling that the voice sounded familiar.

Xingxing went to return the brazier, and now Lin Chujiu was alone.

There is incense burning in the room. The smell is not pungent and smells good.

A delicate and pretty woman can be seen faintly behind the light-colored screen.

The woman gently stroked the strings, gathered her sleeves, stood up and walked out of the screen.

Xia Zi's soft smoke long dress with wide sleeves comes into view, and the woman wears a veil.

As the woman moved, there was a jingling sound of bells.

There is a string of small bells on the woman's left hand, and the golden walking stick on her head is particularly conspicuous.

The eyebrows are slightly twitching, and the peach blossom eyes are full of affection and sparkling.

Lin Chujiu suddenly remembered the woman from that day.

"The slave family and the young master are really destined. After we said goodbye that day, the slave family couldn't sleep all night and had trouble sleeping and eating. The master asked, is the slave family sick?"

The woman's voice was charming and her tone was teasing. Lin Chujiu thought it was because the woman had caught a cold at night and said.

"Didn't you cover yourself with a quilt at night?"

The look in the woman's peach blossom eyes was flowing, and she smiled through the veil.

“Young Master is so interesting”

Although this woman was weird, the music she played just now really surprised him.

The rain stopped outside the window and the air was fresh.

"The girl's piano skills are superb. She was able to play the piano after only listening to it once." Lin Chujiu looked at the woman with admiration, his eyes pure and without a trace of wrongdoing.

The bell on the woman's left hand rang slightly, and she covered her mouth and smiled coyly.

"Young Master is so complimentary"

Suddenly, the woman's eyebrows tightened, and she looked at the young man in front of her with reddish eyes, and her red lips under the veil were slightly raised.

"Sir, my golden walking stick seems to be stuck in my hair. I feel a little pain. Can you help me put it on again?"

Lin Chujiu looked intently at the golden step on the woman's head and found that it was really stuck.

The woman stood obediently, the smile on her face became more and more charming, and the red mole at the corner of her eye became more attractive.

The young man seriously pulled out his hair, and when he pulled hard, the woman exclaimed, and Lin Chujiu was a little at a loss.

"I'll blow it on you and it won't hurt anymore."

Lin Chujiu blew lightly, and the woman shuddered all over, her peach blossom eyes filled with the young man in front of her.

Finally, Lin Chujiu took the Jin Bu Yao down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though this golden step is expensive, it actually gets stuck in your hair.

So tasteless.

Lin Chujiu inserted the Jin Bu Yao back into the woman's hair. This time, the hair was not stuck. Lin Chujiu smiled easily.

"All right"

The young man's voice was gentle and a little joyful, and the woman's interest increased a bit.

"The slave family invited the young master to come here today because they want to sing a song with the young master. I wonder if the young master would like to join the slave family."

"It's still the young master who dislikes the servant's poor skills."

The woman's words became more and more outrageous, and she even started sobbing softly.

"No, I'm very happy. How about I play the first part and the girl plays the second part?"

Lin Chujiu suggested.

"I would like to thank you, sir." The woman wiped away her tears and spoke softly.

Returning to the piano, he gathered his sleeves and waited for Lin Chujiu to play.

Lin Chujiu stood in front of the screen with a green flute, closed his eyes, and played slowly.

The incense smoke in the house is slightly rising, and the room is filled with fragrance.

This time, Lin Chujiu played a long and distant melody. The woman's heart skipped a beat as she watched the boy straighten his body through the screen.

It was the woman's turn, and her fingers moved smoothly on the strings. Even Song Ziwan might not be able to match her in this skill.

After listening to this, Lin Chujiu still had some unfinished thoughts.

However, Xingxing must have been impatient, so Lin Chujiu said goodbye.

"I had a great time playing with the girl, but it's getting late, so the girl should go back early."

"I'll meet you, sir. Goodbye, sir," the woman said softly.

Lin Chujiu exited the room and smiled slightly when he saw the round-faced girl standing next to the store.

Although I ran out of time and didn't meet the oiran, today was worth it.

The rain outside had stopped for a long time. Lin Chujiu was holding an oil-paper umbrella, and Xingxing walked beside Lin Chujiu, silently getting closer.

After the rain, the soil exudes a strange smell and the air is fresh.

The beauty of February in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom.

It’s already mid-March, and the peach blossoms in Kyoto are still in full bloom.

When the wind blows, the petals fly into the air and fall on pedestrians. There seems to be a sweet smell of peaches in the air.

Xingxing’s favorite thing to eat is peaches.

Lin Chujiu fell into a petal in his hand, looked at the petal with innocent eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Xingxing, let's go to the peach blossom forest," Lin Chujiu suggested.

"Okay" Xingxing took another step closer to the boy, her fingertips touched the boy's cuffs, and she retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted.

The largest peach blossom forest in Kyoto is on the edge of the city. Lin Chujiu rented a carriage, waved his whip, raised the horse's hooves, and set off towards the destination.

In just one stick of incense, they arrived at the peach blossom forest. Lin Chujiu was walking in front. When the wind blew, a few more pink peach blossoms appeared on Lin Chujiu's hair and shoulders.

Xingxing was stunned and stood there.

Lin Chujiu turned around and looked at Xingxing, whose eyebrows were crooked and her voice was clear.

"Follow Xingxing, let's go see the peach blossoms together!"

When the young man looked back, the peach blossoms, no matter how beautiful they were, had lost their color.

Xingxing pinched herself before she could hold back her emotions and keep up with the boy.

The luckiest thing for her was that she met her god when the peach blossoms were in full bloom in Kyoto.

The national master who smiled with crooked eyebrows.

The Imperial Master is everyone’s god, and she is her only god.

Deep in the peach blossom forest, the cowherd boy was lying on the back of the cow, with his eyes closed and a piece of foxtail grass in his mouth, muttering something as if he was talking in his sleep.

"Eat up soon, you are full. I will rely on you to get a wife in the coming year."

It seems that the cowherd boy fell asleep on the back of the cow and came to the peach blossom forest.

"Sir, that doll is quite cute," Xingxing said.

"Xingxing is also very cute." Lin Chujiu couldn't help but pinch Xingxing's round and fleshy face.

It feels really good.

The roots of the apricot ears are red, waking up the cowherd doll.

The doll woke up and hugged the cow's neck. When he saw that the cow was still there, he smiled innocently, showing his bare upper front teeth.

The cow was very obedient. He stood motionless by the peach blossom tree, flicked his tail, and turned back to rub the baby's head.

"Brothers and sisters, are you lost?" The little doll spoke in a childish voice.

Lin Chujiu looked around and saw peach blossom trees everywhere. He was indeed lost.

"You are so smart, do you know the way out?" Lin Chujiu said softly.

The child patted his chest and said proudly, "Of course, I am the master of this forest!"

"I'll take you out!"

The child slapped the cow's butt, and the cow turned around obediently and moved forward slowly.

The two of them followed behind, full of peach blossom fragrance.

I don’t know how peach blossom wine tastes.

Lin Chujiu suddenly became a little greedy.

Is it sweet?

Is it bitter?

It's the smell of spring.

Xingxing looked at Lin Chujiu's expression and smiled knowingly.