my voice is poisonous

"Where did this come from?" Wen Yu helped Yan Qingjiang lead the short-footed donkey with dusty fur and silly eyes beside him, and asked him curiously, "You bought it?"

The donkey moved its mouth and bared its big teeth from time to time.

When Yan Qingjiang came out of the clan, he was probably warned repeatedly by the experienced Elder Mo. After hearing the words, he returned to Wen Yu carefully and cautiously, raised his eyes and stared at his eyes, uttering words unusually slowly, as if he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. He said: "When I left home, Uncle Mo gave me a bag of money. I walked the mountain road and ate wild fruits all the way until I went to the official road at the foot of Hanyun Mountain. I saw someone selling it on the road, thinking that if I walked fast Sooner, I could see you sooner, so I bought it."

He blinked his eyelashes, and there was a little joy between his brows, like a bird that just got out of a cage, flying halfway across the sky alone, seeing old friends, he couldn't help getting closer, and was eager to find his companions to tell the joy in his heart.

Yan Qingjiang took off the robe of the witch tribe behind him, as if shed a layer of ice and snow from Jiangxian Peak, as if he had changed himself, the whole person came back to life, and he looked more and more like a young man.

Wen Yu looked at him like this, and half of his hard-hearted heart that had been hammered out by the impermanence of the world melted immediately.

"How much did it cost?" Wen Yu's voice was soft and deep, his eyebrows and eyes were softly bent, he stood beside Yan Qingjiang, his head was fixed on his face, his eyes were right.

Yan Qingjiang, who had just arrived in the capital, was a little nervous. He guarded the sacred tree alone all year round, keeping out the indifference and aloofness deep in his bones. Facing the mundane world outside the valley, he suppressed his fear , unwilling to reveal the slightest bit of trembling, pretending to be strong, it is really distressing.

He pursed his lips and thought about it slowly, Wen Yu didn't urge him, he reached out and touched the top of the donkey's head, and found that the donkey was very clean, presumably Yan Qingjiang is also a person who loves cleanliness, and he didn't forget to clean up for it along the way reason.

"Ten taels of silver." Yan Qingjiang looked up at him, and compared with a little annoyed, "I know it's a bit much."

"No," Wen Yu subconsciously replied without waiting for his words to finish, "it's the price."

Yan Qingjiang stared at Wen Yu with clear eyes for a long while, and Wen Yu felt a little uncomfortable. Then he lowered his head sullenly, stared at the toe of his shoe that was about to wear a hole, and said in a low voice : "You lied, I paid too much, right? You got cheated?"

Wen Yu kindly comforted him, but he was taken aback by his blunt sentence "You lied". He didn't feel offended, but he felt that Yan Qingjiang was as innocent as a piece of paper.

"People outside are dishonest. I have been cheated many times along the way, and it is hard to guard against." Yan Qingjiang said aggrievedly, and simply complained with a sad face, "Not as good as the people at home."

"I didn't lie to you," Wen Yu laughed twice when he heard the words. He tried his best to separate himself from the "outsiders", led the donkey forward softly and naturally, and explained to him in a low voice, "If you sell The family of your donkey feeds it the same food as the owner’s family all year round. Raising it for three years is like raising a child. You pour your heart and soul into it every day, and regard it as a little bit of meat on the tip of your heart. Then you say, In the master's heart, is it worth ten taels of silver? And the master sells his heart to you, but is it expensive?"

While talking nonsense, he pulled that stupid donkey worth ten taels up the steps. Unexpectedly, the donkey stood at the bottom of the steps and refused to take a step. When Wen Yu was in Xishan, he had only ever ridden a donkey cart He went to the market below the mountain to barter with the village head, and he was not familiar with the temperament of the donkey.

He shushed and pulled, pulled and tugged, but the bantam just stopped going down the steps.

Yan Qingjiang was concentrating on thinking about Wen Yu's fallacious remarks, and did not notice the struggle between him and the donkey. When he was successfully wrapped into his fallacies by Wen Yu, he looked up in relief, only to see Wen Yu was sweating profusely Standing on the steps in front of the house while leading his donkey dripping, he waved his arm tiredly and said, "Come here!"

Yan Qingjiang lowered his head and stared at his feet, raised his step, and walked up steadily. Wen Yu waited for him to come up, couldn't help but wiped his forehead with his hand, and asked, "What's the name of your donkey?"

Yan Qingjiang paused unexpectedly, pursed his lips, seemed unable to speak, raised his eyelids, and replied in a low voice in embarrassment: "I'm not good at naming names, so——I'll call it Shiliang."

Wen Yu: "?!!"

"Pfft!" Wen Yu was dumbfounded for a moment, and when he realized it, he clapped his hands and laughed, "What a name! It's really a name!"

He laughed heartily in front of his house, causing Yan Qingjiang to blush, and also startled all the servants in the mansion who had never seen Wen Yu's smiling face to rush out upon hearing the sound.

"My lord," the butler walked out of the crowd, he stood inside the door, bowed respectfully to Wen Yu, then turned to face Yan Qingjiang and said, "This is—?"

"This is a hermit I met in Weizhou when I was traveling abroad last year." Wen Yu casually handed the rein in his hand to a servant, and the man bowed, dragged Shiliang and walked into the gate of the mansion Jin, Shi Liang was much more obedient in his hands than in Wen Yu's, Wen Yu was surprised to see Shi Liang flicked his tail and then followed the servant away, so angry that his chest hurt.

He turned his head to look back at the housekeeper, held Yan Qingjiang's arm for a moment, quickly made up a false identity for him, and introduced to the housekeeper: "This son's surname is Yan and his name is Qing. When I was young, I lived in seclusion in Hanyun Mountain with my father to practice."

His Wen Zhai and even the people in the mansion were sent by He Minzhi. He Minzhi would know exactly what he said and did in the mansion the next day, not to mention that such a big living person came here at this time .He had to find an appropriate identity for Yan Qingjiang, an identity that could be justified even if he couldn't find it in the yellow book of land registration and household registration.

Most monks all over the world love to live in a place where there is no one, eating and sleeping in a kind of practice.

There are many mountains in the north, and the mountains stretch to Weizhou.Starting from Wangri Mountain, Yan Qingjiang climbed the mountain road all the way, and his whereabouts cannot be traced.To say that he came down from Hanyun Mountain, from the perspective of outsiders, it makes sense.

Weizhou Hanyun Mountain is quite close to Ren Canglan’s Beixun River. Beyond Hanyun Mountain is the Beixun River. The mountain is very similar to Jiangxian Peak: the mountain is high into the clouds, the top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round, and there are few people. But the scenery is beautiful and there are many trees.

In the mountains, there was an old loyal servant and a young son who practiced seclusion from the world, but they died at home because of improper practice. It was Wen Yu who passed by and collected the corpses for the two of them.When the two were about to die, they left a letter, saying that if someone really came here by destiny, they would be cremated and scattered among the mountain streams.

Hearing what Wen Yu said, the housekeeper firmly believed that Yan Qingjiang had a dusty temperament, he didn't look like a man in the world, he looked young, and at a glance, he was very similar to Ren Canglan in the palace.

He bowed his hands to Yan Qingjiang with his usual complexion, and Yan Qingjiang was renamed "Yan Qing", without arguing, he also respectfully returned the salute to him in that coarse sackcloth.

"Young Master Yan," the butler said, bowing and reaching for his hand, "please come inside."

He led the way ahead, Yan Qingjiang thanked him politely and distantly, and walked towards the mansion together with Wen Yu.

It was also spring in the capital at this time, and even Wen Yu's mansion was full of flowers, flowers, willows and greenery, full of vitality, there were nests made of birds under the eaves and porch, and the garden was full of chirping and chattering.

Yan Qingjiang suppressed his emotions and looked around with a straight face, wanting to look up at the carved beams and paintings, but he didn't dare to make a novel expression that he had never seen before, and only slightly pursed his lips or lifted his eyelids for a glance.

He is like a rabbit coveting carrots, he is curious about everything he sees, much more lively than when he was in the Houwu Clan.

He followed Wen Yu into the corridor, and the row of peach trees planted under the corridor were all in bloom, and they were crowded together in twos and threes, forming clusters of pink and tender flower balls in a lively and lively way, and the breeze blew by , The blossoming peach blossoms seem to dance happily on the branches, and the fragrance is tangy and refreshing.

"This is...this is not the same as...the one you gave me..." Yan Qingjiang tilted his head to look at the peach blossom tree carefully, and asked Wen Yu cautiously , the two servants who were not far behind them made him feel a little uncomfortable, "My color is brighter than this one."

"The one you gave you is crimson peach, and this one is thousand-petal peach red, different varieties." Wen Yu pulled Yan Qingjiang by the cuff and asked him to walk to the corridor. A branch of flowers, pulled closer, let Yan Qingjiang get closer and take a closer look, "Most of the thousand-petal peach reds are three rounds of petals, and the filaments are pink."

Yan Qingjiang listened carefully to his explanation, nodded, raised his eyes and wanted to ask him something, but his lips closed when he moved his lips. Seeing this, Wen Yu lowered his eyes and told the servant behind him who was standing with his hands down: "You go Clean up the bedroom with the pear tree in front of the window in my courtyard for the guests to live in temporarily, and prepare some snacks, food and bath water."

The two servants got the order, saluted respectfully and said yes, and went straight past them.Wen Yu then turned her head and asked Yan Qingjiang softly: "What did you want to ask me just now?"

"I didn't want to ask anything..." Yan Qingjiang pursed his lips to explain when he saw the person leaving, and he talked too much, "Uncle Mo said that I don't understand anything, so I will listen to it after I see you." Yours, ask less and talk less. He also said that you are a high-ranking official now, and someone will always read your words and deeds

Now, Beijing is no different from the family... at home, don't ask me to implicate you. "

Wen Yu was startled when he heard the words, and laughed unexpectedly: "Uncle Mo suddenly understood the truth? He taught you well."

Yan Qingjiang frowned and smiled along with him, the smile was clean, warm and warm, and the smile was much warmer than before.

Wen Yu stared at his eyebrows, and waited for him to finish laughing before saying: "So, I just said that you are called 'Yan Qing', and you will recognize it."

"Well," Yan Qingjiang said with a relaxed expression, "it's just a name, there is always a reason for you to be called that way."

After he finished speaking, he repeated as a matter of course: "Uncle Mo asked me to listen to you."

For such a simple child, don’t blame Mo Zhongtian for telling him so repeatedly. Wen Yuxin said that maybe this is a common problem of the Houwu clan. He just got along with them for only a few days. so trusting.

"Uncle Mo...why did you come out suddenly? Don't you have to continue to guard—" Wen Yu spoke vaguely, pointing to the end, even if there was no one else by his side, he The rules can't say too much in foreign language.

"I can't say that outside," Yan Qingjiang also said to Wen Yu's surprise, "I can't even say anything about family matters."

Wen Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Then I'll take you to rest, and when you get up later, you can still see my sister feeding the chickens."

"Chicken? Sister?" Yan Qingjiang turned around and followed him along the long corridor, repeating curiously.

"Yes, my sister can also make wine, peach blossom wine." Wen Yu walked forward along the side of the corridor with both hands, letting the peach blossom branches protruding into the corridor brush past his shoulders, and flaunted.

Yan Qingjiang followed behind him and was almost slapped in the face by the branch that bounced back. He hurriedly pushed the branch away, almost taken aback all the way: "Peach blossom—wine?"

There was no one around, and he no longer concealed his ignorance, and asked whatever came to his mind, Wen Yu couldn't help laughing, and finally stood at the end of the corridor and laughed.

*****

Yan Qingjiang went to take a bath in the house, changed into the coarse linen clothes he bought on the way, and changed into a new suit Wen Yu found out for him.

Yan Qingjiang had never worn such layers of clothes in Beijing. He was born with a half-immortal body and was not afraid of cold and heat. Among the Houwu tribe, the seasons are warm like spring. He wears white robes and green shirts in the sacred tree all year round. Sitting cross-legged in meditation, I don't know anything about the outside world.

He took out the sachet that Wen Yu gave him from his old pocket, stroked the pattern embroidered on it with his fingertips, and then hid it in the new clothes, so he was reluctant to tie it around his waist after he was born.

He pulled the clothes straps in the room and pulled them back and forth. After he put on his clothes, an hour had passed. Wen Yu waited outside the door together with the two servants without urging him. Seeing him with his hair loose When Dampfa opened the door and came out, Wen Yu asked someone to enter the room and carry the bathtub away.

"Don't come out, it's cold outside, I'll dry your hair." Wen Yu and the others left, then dragged him back into the room, pressed him against the window, took a towel and wiped his hair.

This is how he took care of Wen Qinru when he was young. At that time, Wen Qinru also looked like Yan Qingjiang, with clear and clean eyes and a childish smile, like a treasure bestowed on him by this world.

Yan Qingjiang let him play around without saying a word, his eyes were only on the pear tree in front of the window.

"When I left home, the... pear blossoms you gave me all fell..." Yan Qingjiang asked Wen Yu to rub his long black hair into a mess, looking through the blurry bronze mirror Go, like a ghost who died unjustly, he didn't mind, he raised his head and said to Wen Yu, "It is the first to thank."

"You use..." Wen Yu paused, bowed his head and talked to him like a riddle, "You must have not raised it in a normal way. Although pear blossoms have a short flowering period, they bloom later than peach blossoms."

"I want to see what they look like earlier," Yan Qingjiang said slowly, "Well, I'm a little anxious."

He always spoke slowly and cautiously, Wen Yu wanted to ask him how he got out of the valley, but knew that he would not be able to answer the question, so he gave up and just focused on grooming his hair.

Yan Qingjiang's hair was soft and shiny. Wen Yu was fixing his hair when he paused and said suddenly, "You should rest first, and I'll put it on for you when you get up."

"No need," Yan Qingjiang got up, walked out the door in two steps, stood outside the door and turned to Wen Yu with a blank face, expectantly, "Has your sister started feeding the chicken?"

Wen Yu: "..."

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