I have flowers, do you have pots?

"People say, 'The world is so big, there are no wonders'. Birds, beasts, flowers, leaves, plants and trees, as long as there is a bit of spirituality, it is said that they can turn into spirits. If they become spirits, it is inevitable that some stories will happen to people—today we will Let’s talk about the Legend of the White Snake, how the snake demon and humans got together..."

Yong'an has been the ancient capital of three dynasties, and it is next to the Yellow River.People have lived along the river for generations, and there are many shops on both sides of the river. The square market has long been mixed with the residence, and the streets are bustling with vehicles, horses and pedestrians.One autumn rain and one cool, the autumn wind has taken away the last trace of summer heat, but the bustle of the city has not been reduced by half because of the coldness and bleakness of late autumn.

There are already many people around the storytelling booth. This is a well-known storyteller in the capital, known as "Nineteen Masters".I heard that this nineteenth master often travels around, pretending to be full of bizarre stories, no one knows what his origin is, only that he will return to the capital after the cold dew, and leave on the day of the Jingzhe. Never stay an extra day.

There is a strange young man beside the stall today.He was handsome and elegant, wearing a black gown that looked ordinary, but the cuffs and neckline were embroidered with extremely delicate dark patterns, and a suet white jade crane and deer spring pendant was adorned on the waist.He is indescribably romantic and unrestrained, as if he is a distinguished son of a master.

Xuan is open to folk customs, and women's rules are not strict.Many boudoir daughters secretly watched the street, and the more courageous ones took handkerchiefs embroidered by themselves and stuffed them with the maids beside them, pointing to the side of the small stall with their fans blushing. up.

That noble and refined young master hadn't paid attention to how many peach blossoms he had recruited, and was leisurely playing with an ebony folding fan, listening to the storyteller's words with great interest.But before he could hear a few words, a young man dressed as a servant ran over from the other side of the street panting, he raised his hand to stop him, and then he stood on his knees: "Master, it's only been a while." Why did you come here without looking at you..."

"Since it's clear, I can't run away, why are you in such a hurry?"

The young man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then stretched out his hand towards him.The boy named Jiming was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and hurriedly took out a piece of silver from his purse and handed it to him. The young man gently put the piece of silver on the table and nodded at the storyteller. Only then did he finally withdraw from the crowd, turn around and leave unhurriedly.

"Your Highness, let's go back quickly—your mansion has just been opened, and the house is still waiting for your order to manage things."

Seeing that he was still strolling around, the creases on Ji Ming's face deepened a bit, and he lowered his voice to persuade him with a bitter face.

He persuaded him sincerely, but the young man just flapped his folding fan once in a while, and sighed solemnly: "I know, I just found an opportunity to come out and explain myself to you to hide from the big mess of trivial matters in the mansion. Take a breath, don't urge me to go back, okay?"

"But--"

Ming wanted to talk again, but a piece of mung bean cake was firmly stuffed into his mouth.Looking at his highness who was strolling in front of him as if nothing had happened, he stretched his neck and swallowed all the cakes with great difficulty, then put two copper coins on the mung bean cake stall, and then quickly chased after him: "His Royal Highness ——Young Master, Young Master, wait for me!"

"If I wait for you, you will urge me to go back as soon as you catch up."

The young man smiled, but still turned around and stood still, waiting patiently for him to catch up.Ming just ran two steps, but suddenly turned his gaze to a few feet above him in horror, and said anxiously: "Young master, get out of the way!"

The young man was slightly startled when he heard the words, subconsciously followed his gaze and looked up.Before he could react, a white figure suddenly jumped out from the angle, and hit his chest firmly.

The figure was so powerful that he staggered two steps back, but finally he couldn't stabilize his figure and was knocked down to the ground.The person who rushed over couldn't be any better than him, and couldn't hold back his strength and rolled to the ground. The two of them were entangled for a moment and couldn't get up. With the strong wind, the animal head hit the place where he was standing just now.

"Master!"

Since Ming was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he rushed over and helped the young man up, frantically checking if he was injured anywhere.It took some effort for the young man to press him down to calm down, and without bothering to explain, he walked quickly to the side of the young man who was still half kneeling on the ground, leaned over and gently helped him by the shoulder: "Thank you for saving me!" Life... is there any injury, does it matter?"

The incident happened so suddenly that the pedestrians on the street gathered around in a blink of an eye, discussing around the bronze animal head.Seeing that he was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurried over to persuade the crowd to disperse, and looked angrily at the magnificent Guiyun Pavilion on the street: "Hurry up and ask your boss to come out—if you don't give me an understanding Tell me, don't blame us for being merciless!"

Guiyun Pavilion is the largest restaurant in the capital. The carved beams and painted buildings are exquisite and imposing. You can't wait to wrap the whole restaurant with gold. This bronze animal head is obviously loose and slipped down from the eaves.The clerk at the door was also very frightened, he stumbled back and ran back to call for someone. Seeing that the two sides were probably untouchable Buddhas, the passers-by also dispersed one after another knowingly, and the street became much cleaner in a blink of an eye.

The young man obviously didn't have the heart to pay attention to these - the young man who rushed out to save him just now was looking down at the broken pottery fragments on the ground. It should be quite a beautiful pottery basin.

The pot was originally held in the arms of the young man, but because he was anxious to knock him away, it accidentally broke to the ground when the two of them fell together.The young man couldn't help feeling a little apologetic, squatted down and patiently helped him pick up the broken pottery pieces one by one, and put them gently in his hand: "I'm sorry, I caused you to put the pottery It's broken—may I accompany you with silver?"

The young man seemed to have finally come to his senses, he hurriedly hugged the broken pottery fragments in his arms, and shook his head vigorously: "I don't want money..."

It wasn't until he raised his head that the young man finally saw his face clearly.This is a very handsome young man, with a pair of black and white eyes that are wet and watery. He is clearly so wronged that he is about to cry in the blink of an eye, but he still tries his best to keep his face sullen, and he said seriously like an endorsement: "Mr. , If you lose the way, you will not be able to help'. I want to gain the way, so I have to help others more, and I can't ask for compensation from others."

Although he didn't know what the "get the way" he meant, but at least he knew that "the way to get more help" obviously shouldn't be such an explanation.There was a helpless gentle smile in the young man's eyes, he pulled him to stand up, and patiently patted the dust on his clothes: "Even if you don't want my compensation, you should ask me to compensate you for your loss." .Your pot was broken to save me. If you don’t want money—you might as well go back to the mansion with me to have a look. There are quite a few clay pots in my mansion, and they may not be worse than yours.”

Originally, he only thought that the young man was a child from an ordinary family in the capital, but when he looked closely at the clothes on the young man, he felt that he didn't look like it—rather, with his vision, he couldn't tell that it was any kind of his clothes. Known cloth comes.It's not silk or silk, but it's extremely smooth and soft, and the dust that was just on it just fell off with just a light pat.Standing in front of him was such a young man dressed in white and snowy, coupled with such a delicate and clear appearance, he couldn't help but stare blankly.

The young man blinked his clear eyes and looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, obviously trying to understand the turning point of cause and effect.The young man was not in a hurry, just looked at the young man in front of him patiently with a smile on his face, rubbed his forehead lightly, and coaxed: "My name is Mu Xianyu, what's your name?"

"Mo Zhi - the high mountains look up, Jing Xing Xing Zhi stops, not Lan Zhi's Zhi..."

The young man responded instinctively, and then made a special effort to explain it with a serious expression.The young man couldn't help being startled, and there was a smile in his eyes that couldn't help: "Of course, Lanzhi's Zhiduo is for my daughter's family. I can roughly distinguish these two words."

He was just teasing casually, but Mo Zhi suddenly pursed his lips, lowered his head, and twisted his sleeves awkwardly: "Actually——not all of them are for my daughter's home. I heard my husband say 'Zhilan Yushu', It's just to praise boys for their promise..."

"That's Ganoderma lucidum, which is not the same word as Zhi."

Mu Xianyu finally couldn't help laughing out loud, rubbed the head of the boy in front of him, and explained in a warm voice.

From the present point of view, this young man has probably read some books, but his understanding seems to be somewhat biased, and he doesn't know which family's gentleman he invited, so he misunderstood his children like this.

He grew up in the mountain of books since he was a child. Scholars have a tendency to be a good teacher, not to mention meeting such a young man who is as clear as an elf, and he can't bear to let this child be delayed like this.

"Where do you live, and who is your husband? Many of the things he taught you are wrong. If your family still has enough money, why don't you use a more knowledgeable gentleman to teach you—"

"Mister didn't teach me, I learned it secretly by listening to him read..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Zhi interrupted him in a low voice.Suddenly, a little blood color appeared on that delicate face, and he lowered his head deeply in embarrassment: "My home - I haven't found it yet, but I think it will be soon! The husband said that as long as I can find the pot, You can find a home..."