beautiful woman at home

A gust of wind blew into the room through the window, and Wen Zi, whose clothes were all wet, regained consciousness from the cold, and got up to change into clean clothes.

The burning pain in his right ankle forced Wen Zijin to stop, and he untied the long white socks. The black and black bruises on the white and tender ankle looked frighteningly tight.

Wen Zijin had no choice but to take the white porcelain bottle carefully. The ointment was very cool and had a faint fragrance. After applying it to the wound, the pain was immediately relieved a lot.

After finishing the application on the neck, the sunlight outside was approaching evening, and the room was much cooler.

There was a sudden sneeze, and Wen Zijin hurriedly put down the white porcelain bottle, got up and went into the inner room to open the carved lacquer cabinet for storing clothes.

It would take a lot of time to change out the outer robes and white socks.

Because Wen Zijin was very prone to running into ghosts and evil spirits, few people approached this garden. There used to be servants chosen by his mother by his side, and they were all frightened in the end.

After that, Wen Zijin didn't ask anyone to serve her personally, she scattered her long soft hair, and covered the handkerchief with one hand to wipe the water stains carefully.

The lovely appearance of a little girl was revealed in the bronze mirror.

One side door was opened, and the hanging bead curtain was lifted. At this time, only mother should come to visit, so Wen Zijin was not afraid of being looked at.

"Zi Jin?"

"Mother, I'm here." Wen Zijin looked at the bronze mirror and found that the bruise on his neck had disappeared. Although he was surprised, he was also relieved.

If my mother saw this injury, it would definitely make her worry again.

"You just took a bath?" Wen's mother was dressed in a beautiful dress, her long hair was tied into a woman's bun behind her head, her expression was a bit stern, although her eyebrows and eyes were not gentle and charming, they were still full of worry, together with that The wrinkles between the eyebrows are also much deeper.

Wen Zijin was wearing a thin undershirt, sitting cross-legged with a handkerchief in his hand, and replied, "Well, it's too hot."

Mother Wen was never suspicious, took the handkerchief from Wen Zijin's hand, and then moved a little closer to wipe Wen Zijin's fine hair.

Even though it was approaching evening, it was still a bit stuffy after all. Children's fine hair was the easiest to dry, but it could be tied within half an hour.

"Zijin."

Wen Zijin didn't dare to move, but responded, "Huh?"

"Are those things still threatening you?" Mother Wen stretched her arms around Wen Zijin hesitantly, her eyes full of unbearable.

If you tell the truth, it is naturally impossible.

"No, it just appeared for a while, but then ran away again."

Mother Wen carefully inspected Wen Zijin's slender wrist to make sure there was no injury, and she was relieved just now, and finally said with a little joy on her face, "That's good, I'll let today's mage stay."

"Mother..." Wen Zijin didn't want her to be deceived. Those mages not only cheated on food and drink, but also asked for high prices. They were just as evil as ghosts.

"I think this mage is not good, because the ghost before was not afraid of exorcising evil outside at all, it is not as good as the mahogany sword in my hand."

"Nonsense, how old are you, if you encounter a ghost with a deep cultivation, then..." Mother Wen frowned and sighed, lowered her head to fasten the belt in front of Wen Zijin's body, and smoothed the edge of the robe with her fingertips folds.

When Wen Zijin saw his mother was in a low mood, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he stretched his arms around his mother and comforted her in a soft voice: "It's all Zijin's fault, it always makes mother worry."

"Stupid." Mother Wen hugged the thin child, her eyes were looking at the exchanged clothes, which were still dripping with water, and the mahogany sword was missing in many places, and Mother Wen sighed with worry in her eyes: "This mage If it doesn’t work, just keep looking, and you will always be invited.”

Mother's decision must not be changed, so Wen Zijin didn't persuade her anymore, only thinking that it would be great if she could learn some spells.

However, spells are not so easy to learn. After all, most of the mages who claim to exorcise evil spirits are charlatans. It can be seen that spells are not something ordinary people can learn.

The expectations in his heart were frustrated again, Wen Zijin leaned against his mother, but his head was a little muddled.

That night Wen Zijin was dizzy and dizzy, it seemed that the evil cold had invaded, and he fell unconscious.

The mage hadn't been invited yet, but the doctor came first.

The disease was so severe that Wen Zijin's already weak body couldn't bear it. After a few days, he couldn't even drink a few sips of porridge and water, and his head was very dizzy.

In the city of Jingzhou, it was rumored that the gods were supernatural. They only said that the young master's life was approaching, and he had been infected by a disease, so he probably wouldn't survive this summer.

Of course, Wen Zijin, who was in the hospital bed, couldn't hear these malicious speculations, but when his consciousness was dim, he vaguely heard his mother's anxious voice, his voice was so dry and hoarse, as if it would crack if he pulled it lightly, and he couldn't speak at all. Come.

The specific words were never unclear, and Wen Zijin probably knew that his mother must be worried about him.

Consciousness is like falling into water, which is difficult, but you have to endure it.

After a few days like this, Wen Zijin thought that he would not live long, but his condition gradually improved.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, his consciousness became clearer day by day, and occasionally he could hear the crisp and moving birdsong outside the window.

Although Wen Zijin really didn't like the chirping sound in the past, and it was very noisy every morning, but this meeting was missed very much.

When Wen Zijin was able to open his eyes, he realized that the room was very bright. His mother thanked the woman sitting by the window with great joy.

But the woman responded with a smile, neither joy nor worry in her eyes, and she didn't even take the initiative to look at Wen Zijin.

Indifference, the word immediately came out of Wen Zijin's head.

"Zijin, don't be picky about food." Xu Shiniang loves her daughter eagerly, and every day Wen Zijin needs to drink two big cups of soup in addition to her daily food.

The hot summer has not yet passed, and this hot soup is really too much for people.

Wen Zijin was finishing his meal early in the morning, so he planned to wait for the soup to cool down before drinking, while he held the open book in his hand in a regular manner.

Even though he never left Wen's house, his literacy and reading were never delayed. On weekdays, there was an old master preaching and teaching, and there was a special place in the room for storing books.

It's just that it's not peaceful now, so the old master resigned. Wen Zijin still studies on time every day. If he encounters something he doesn't understand, he will copy it down and send someone to ask the old master for advice.

Although the method is somewhat troublesome, at least it will not delay your studies.

The dazzling peonies beside the window are blooming more and more, and the colors are bright and dazzling, attracting many fragrant bees and butterflies.

Mother loved it the most, so Wen Zijin's garden was also planted a lot.

Wen Zijin didn't have anything to do with it, but she was most afraid of those buzzing bee stings.

The breeze gently shook the pages of the book, and Wen Zijin raised his hand to press the book, and was extracting the puzzled lines with the pen in one hand.

Xiao Xiao's body was straight, and her large robes were scattered neatly. Perhaps she copied it too carefully, and Wen Zijin couldn't hear the whispers outside.

It wasn't until the bell that had been hanging quietly collided with a clear and crisp sound that Wen Zijin was frightened back to his senses, wondering if there was any ghost here?

But when he turned his head, he saw the woman standing quietly, and the sudden sound of the bell next to his ear brought Wen Zijin back to his senses, and inexplicably flustered, he said casually: "The bell must be broken."

At the beginning, the old Taoist said that the bell was a bell for detecting demons, and the more violent the reaction, the deeper the demon's cultivation.

Now it seems that with the death of the old Taoist priest, the magic weapons in this room are not very effective.

Before the words fell, the bells fell silent again.

Sure enough, something broke.

Wen Zijin calmed down, thinking that no one would ever trespass in this garden on weekdays.

Even the people arranged by my mother were only waiting outside. In case of trouble, Wen Zijin usually didn't call, and the servants didn't dare to enter.

Of course, this is a haunted place, and it is understandable for ordinary people to be afraid.

The eyes fell on the woman again. Few women can look so good-looking in a dark dress like ink. This is too plain, and it seems to be like an old Taoist priest when you look closely. Fighting, it seems that he is about to become a fairy.

"Young master, didn't you listen to the waiter's report?" The woman didn't pay attention to Wen Zijin's gaze at all, she just sat aside quietly, holding a bamboo scroll in her hand, which looked quite heavy.

Wen Zijin realized that his act of looking directly at just now was really out of manners, so he stopped looking at the woman and said, "Perhaps I was fascinated by watching it just now, so I didn't hear it."

After recovering from her illness, mother asked this woman to stay in Wen's residence.

At first, I thought it was just my mother's gratitude for saving my life, but later I heard my mother mentioned the sect of the old Taoist priest to which this woman belonged.

The implication of this is to let the woman stay in the mansion. If she can't completely suppress the ghosts, at least teach Wen Zijin some exorcism spells.

Of course, my mother's thoughts were very good, and Wen Zijin couldn't bear to break her thoughts.

It's just that I still don't have too much expectation, and thinking in my mind is definitely not something ordinary people can learn.

Furthermore, since this woman entered the mansion, she has never shown a smile on her face.

Well, Wen Zijin was a little scared.

Although the mother's strictness sometimes makes Wen Zijin feel afraid, but most of the time there are still traces to follow, and it's fine to correct it if you know your mistakes.

But Wen Zijin couldn't see anything about this woman.

The unclosed scroll was ignored, and the wind from the window turned a few pages. Wen Zijin hurriedly stretched out his hand to press the book, and seeing that the woman didn't take the initiative to speak, she asked aloud, "I don't know what I want to teach my son today." Jin?"

"Mother Wen said that the young master's old master is ill and cannot come to the house to give lectures to you, so there is something unclear in the book, so she invited me to take a look."

Presumably, my mother wanted the woman to be closer to her, at least ghosts and evils would not dare to approach easily.

The woman unfolded the bamboo scroll in her hand, but Wen Zijin couldn't understand the words on it, so she turned back to her book and said, "How should Zijin call my wife?"

Teachers, preaching and karma dispel doubts.

Naturally, the etiquette of apprenticeship cannot be forgotten, even the old master back then had all the etiquette.

There are also a few famous female masters in Jingzhou City. Although they cannot enter the court as officials, they are still praised for their outstanding talents.

"Young master, you don't have to be so polite." The woman's gaze was still on the bamboo scroll, and she said in a low voice, "I'm just temporarily acting for the old master for a few days."

This man is so indifferent.

Wen Zijin pursed her lips and didn't make any more sound. She held her robe with one hand and practiced calligraphy with the other. Although she was a little discouraged, she was still a child at heart, so she didn't think too much about it when she practiced calligraphy.

In summer, the sky is so dry that even the ink in the inkstone inkstone dries up very quickly. Wen Zijin stopped writing and got up to add water and grind the ink.

The woman turned her eyes to Wen Zijin and said, "The soup should be cold."

"Well, I'll drink it right away." Wen Zijin even forgot the soup on the side, and hurriedly filled a small bowl with a spoon.

The broth is delicious, but the only bad thing is that one of the teeth has become loose recently. My mother said that I might have to change my teeth recently.

Therefore, Wen Zijin was extra careful when biting the meat, and he ate it very slowly.

Fortunately, the stewed lotus root is very soft and rotten, and the taste is more delicate than meat.

Seeing that there was still more than half of the cup in the cup, Wen Zijin secretly looked at the woman who was sitting quietly, and became inexplicably entangled.

Xu Shi noticed Wen Zijin's probing gaze, and the woman closed the bamboo scroll and asked, "What's the matter?"

These words inexplicably made Wen Zijin feel difficult to get along with, but since they were all discovered, he could only say, "Zijin didn't know her sister's surname yet?"

The woman put down the bamboo scroll, and raised her hand to pick up the paper that Wen Zijin had practiced on. The handwriting on it was neat and neat. Although the strength was insufficient, it could still be seen that the person who wrote the pen was serious.

The bell rang a few times as the breeze swayed, and the woman frowned slightly and leaned towards the evil ghost clinging to the back of Wen Zijin's neck, and replied, "Do you know any lines with the words ye and dye in them?"

Wen Zijin thought about it seriously, turned his head to see the lotus leaves outside the window, and the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with self-confidence: "The spring water in the river is too green to be dyed, and the water from the lotus leaves is as big as money."

This poem seems to have been read in a certain poetry book some time ago.

The woman made a gesture between her fingers. The evil spirit was nailed to the wall. She stretched out her hand and flicked two or three drops of tea to hit the evil spirit's eyebrows. Suddenly, the evil spirit was reduced to a few wisps of green smoke in pain.

"Did I read it wrong?" Wen Zijin didn't hear a response, and wondered if he had recited the wrong lines.

"No, these two sentences are just right."

Wen Zijin smiled cutely with her eyes bent, without any fear in her heart, she looked at the woman expectantly and said, "Since I have answered it, my sister should tell me my name."

Seeing that Wen Zijin's eyes were full of light, the woman restrained her mind and had no choice but to respond: "You can call me Ye Ran."

It is definitely not good to call the elders by their first names.

"From then on, Zijin called Sister Ye, which saved me from knowing what to call her." Wen Zijin was very satisfied after getting the answer, and continued to drink the soup earnestly, unaware that an evil spirit almost took her life.

Naturally, he couldn't see the sigh that flashed across the woman's eyes.

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