Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Fu Xiang pushed open the door and entered the room, took off the student uniform that was spilled on her body, and found a cold tea to drink in the room, and after a while, clean clothes were delivered.

"Miss, this is newly made by Madam a few days ago. You haven't worn it yet. Try to see if it fits you well." The maid closed the door, holding a brand new peach red skirt, standing respectfully by the table.

Fu Xiang took a look at the clothes, and felt that the color was too gaudy, and he didn't like it very much, but he just said: "Since it's my mother's clothes, how can you give them to me to wear."

Hearing that she used the title "Xiao Niang", the maid lowered her head and smiled: "Madam said, it should be given to Miss, you don't stay in the building often, and the servants don't know the size of your clothes, but look Madame is about the same stature as you, so you should be able to wear it, miss, why don't you give it a try?"

Fu Xiang sat down at the table, looked at the clothes and said, "Where is she from?"

The maid replied: "It's near, she is the daughter of the Luo family in Jinhuai City."

Fu Xiang asked again: "How old is it?"

The maid said, "It will be eighteen next month."

Hearing this, Fu Xiang sneered: "Only five years older than me? My father can do it, marrying such a young man as my little mother."

Hearing this, the maid showed embarrassment and laughed twice.

"Go down, I don't need anyone to wait on me here." Fu Xiang turned around.

The maid looked at her: "Then this clothes..."

Fu Xiang paused, but he didn't want to embarrass her, so he waved his hands and said, "Let's put it down, please convey my thanks for me."

"Understood, the lady should go to bed earlier."

As night fell, Mingyue Tower continued to be bustling, with gongs and drums beating outside for a day, and it didn't stop until now. Fu Xiang hung the wine-stained student clothes by the window to let off the smell, and there was a picture under the window It was a low couch with a thin quilt. Fu Xiang was persuaded to drink two glasses of wine at the banquet before, and now his head was a little hot, so he lay down on the couch and blow the cold wind to wake him up.

She fell asleep with her arms on her pillow, and she seemed to have fallen asleep, but she was actually very awake, so when she heard the deliberately light footsteps outside the window, Fu Xiang gently opened her eyes, and the sneaky figure in the corridor Here comes a face-to-face look.

"Look at the move!" A light and petite figure suddenly jumped through the window, unceremoniously straddled Fu Xiang, and attacked her with both hands.

Fu Xiang looked at the person above with no expression on his face, and didn't bother to move.

"Why are you listless?" The little girl smiled and pushed her with a bow on her back, "Come on! I haven't seen you for so long, let me see what kung fu you have learned in Yunhua Palace!"

Fu Xiang said, "It's boring."

The little girl smiled happily: "Come on! It's been a long time since I've sparred, so get up!"

Fu Xiang ignored her.

The little girl didn't feel that she was making fun of herself, she kept scratching Fu Xiang's body with both hands, with a look of great interest, Fu Xiang endured it for a while, and finally said impatiently: "Let's go, let's go! I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now." You are making a fuss."

"He was fierce when we first met," the little girl threw herself into her arms, and said meaningfully, "If you have a bride, you don't want me and Master anymore, you have no conscience!"

Fu Xiang pushed her away: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

The little girl laughed loudly, turned over and landed deftly, and said: "You know you bullied me, you feel unhappy, if you are capable, beat your father!"

This guy has always been outspoken, and he is used to poking people's pain. Fu Xiang wanted to give her a long memory, so he swept his legs and kicked him. The little girl dodged when she saw this, and shouted at the door: "Master! Look Look at Senior Sister, hit me as soon as we met!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the room opened with a "squeak", and Meng Wugui walked forward lightly. As soon as she opened her mouth, she said to the little girl: "Afu, don't mess around."

The little girl stuck out her tongue and grinned at Fu Xiang.

Fu Xiang hurriedly pulled away the chair, made a "please" gesture, and saluted: "Master."

"I didn't plan to come," Meng Wugui sat down and said straight to the point, "But when I heard that Fu Cen called you back, I came to see you too, just to ask how you are doing."

Fu Xiang stood up straight, frowned and said, "Master is disappointed, I haven't made any progress yet."

Hearing her words, Afu immediately said: "Let's just say it! I should have let me go to Yunhua Palace if I knew it!"

Fu Xiang gave her a blank look, and Meng Wugui said again: "I asked you to take care of Yin Qiu, but Wen Chaoyu got his hands, and even your junior sister and I had to show our heads. In two days, Nangong Min will definitely get a tip, and then she will know my identity."

Fu Xiang apologized: "This... I was careless."

Meng Wugui thought for a while and said: "But I can't blame you. Sooner or later we will confront the Ziwei sect. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later, and Nangongmin should not attack Yin Qiu again, so you There is only one task left."

Fu Xiang was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "I am restricted in my movements in Yunhua Palace, and I can't touch much. I'm afraid it's not so easy to get what Master wants me to find."

"So I changed my mind," Meng Wugui looked at her, "You don't need to look for that thing, I have other arrangements, the next thing you have to do is to win the first place in the New Disciple Conference and worship under Xie Yijun Be her close disciple."

This matter was agreed early in the morning, but Fu Xiang's mood changed this time, and he couldn't help saying honestly: "Master, I am willing to listen to you on other matters, but I really don't like it if you want me to worship Xie Yijun as my teacher." willing."

Meng Wugui frowned slightly: "This is the only way you can go back to Mingyue Tower."

Recalling Fu Cen's attitude towards her today, Fu Xiang's face turned cold: "But I don't want to go back to Mingyue Tower, it's good to stay in Yunhua Palace."

Meng Wugui looked at her for a while, and said: "If you don't return to Mingyue Tower, my plan will have to be completely overthrown. As long as you become Xie Yijun's apprentice, Fu Cen will call you back to inherit the position of young landlord. After taking over the Mingyue Tower, we can do the rest of the work well, what use is your stay in Yunhua Palace?"

"Didn't you hear that my little mother is only eighteen?" Fu Xiang sighed, "She is so young, maybe she will have a son next year. How can my father reuse me?"

"Because of this, you should return to Mingyue Tower before she gives birth," Meng Wugui said, "The New Disciple Conference will be held in August this year, and there is plenty of time, even if she gives birth, it may not be a son, but After giving birth to a son, an infant baby is useless, if Fu Cen has brains, even if he doesn't want to see you in his heart, he should cultivate you before the child grows up."

Fu Xiang moved his lips, and Meng Wugui preemptively said: "If she really gave birth to a son, wouldn't you use some means to prevent him from surviving?"

Fu Xiang was slightly stunned, and changed his expression: "Master means..."

Meng Wugui didn't make his words clear, but said: "In short, I want you to worship Xie Yijun as your teacher in order to return to Mingyue Tower as soon as possible. Your biggest goal is to become the landlord of Mingyue Tower. I have already talked to you about the details. Several times, why are you still looking forward and backward? Did I raise you just to let you do nothing in Yunhua Palace for the rest of your life?"

After Fu Xiang was born in the past, Mrs. Fu died of dystocia. Fu Cen was sad and angry, and sent Fu Xiang to a distant relative's house overnight. He ignored him for 13 years. That relative was not good to Fu Xiang. There was only one The nanny treated Fu Xiang in every possible way. Over the years, it was Meng Wugui who secretly took her as an apprentice, taught her martial arts, and taught her to read. Without Meng Wugui, there would be no Fu Xiang today.

"Master's kindness in nurturing, Fu Xiang dare not forget." Fu Xiang bent his knees and knelt down, "I just... just have no affection for Mingyue Tower. Although my days in Yunhua Palace are short, I am happier than ever Besides, don't forget that Yin Qiu has always wanted to get No.1. If she wants to be with Uncle Man, she can only worship under Xie Yijun's seat, so that she can get close to Uncle Man, otherwise she can only be assigned to other people. How can I compete with her for her peak vein?"

Meng Wugui said: "You should be able to tell which is more important. If you can go back to Mingyue Tower, it will be of great benefit to her." She paused, and then said, "But Yin Qiuruo has the ability to defeat You, that's her job too."

Then Afu, who was standing aside, interjected: "Senior sister has practiced hard for many years, would it be reasonable if she lost to Yin Qiu?"

Fu Xiang buried his head in silence.

Meng Wugui sighed softly, stood up and said: "In short, for everything I said tonight, you must go all out and focus on the overall situation. When you achieve what I want in my heart, when will you be able to regain your freedom? life."

Fu Xiang was stunned: "I just want to be with Master..."

"Then do as I say," Meng Wugui stared at her, "Mingyue Building's landlord can only belong to you alone."

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The rain hit the branches and leaves, destroying the red maple trees in the courtyard, and the broken leaves and branches were scattered all over the ground, soaked in the gurgling rain, like a painting wrapped in clear grease.

Yin Qiu was squatting at the entrance of the hall with a bowl of lactose balls. While eating, he watched the maple trees outside being blown wildly by the wind. A few dim lanterns were hanging from the eaves of the porch, casting a lingering red light. Yin Qiu looked at the halo, Said: "Today is the Lantern Festival, and Mingyuelou should be holding a wedding. I don't know how Fu Xiang is."

Man Jiangxue sat kneeling in front of the long table, with a small stove beside her, on which was warming a pot of thick and sweet lactose balls. Hearing Yin Qiu's voice, she picked up the wooden spoon and stirred in the pot for a while, Said: "With you, Senior Sister Ye, there is no need to worry about her being alone."

Yin Qiu thought to himself that although Ye Zhilan was gentle and stable, she was a senior sister of the palace gate, and she always felt a little distance from her disciples. Even if Fu Xiang was in a bad mood, he might not be able to have a few words of tact with her.

It would be great if she was here, Yin Qiu thought, with her here, Fu Xiang would be much happier.

"Have you finished eating?" Man Jiangxue knocked on the edge of the pot, "There is no one squatting at the door to eat, come and sit down."

Yin Qiu drank the remaining sweet soup in the bowl, hurriedly ran back to Man Jiangxue and sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "Why can't you squat at the door to eat?"

Man Jiangxue said: "Only puppies squat at the door to eat."

Yin Qiu stared, seeing Man Jiangxue's lips were smiling, so he didn't argue, and said with a smile: "Puppy is just a puppy. I'm not full yet. Uncle Master will give me another bowl."

Man Jiangxue filled another bowl for her, and said: "Now that you have returned to the palace, you can do what you have to do next. You have missed the class for half a month, and you have not taken the martial arts test. Hold the New Disciple Assembly, go back to school from tomorrow and study hard, don't be lazy."

"August is the New Disciple Conference?" Yin Qiu was taken aback, "I thought it wouldn't be held until winter."

Man Jiangxue said: "Every August, it is held as scheduled. Who did you hear said it was in winter?"

Yin Qiu muttered: "I entered the palace in winter...then I am at a big loss? I haven't studied for a full year at all."

Man Jiangxue glanced at her with a smile: "So what if it's not been a year? If you really worked hard, you won't be short of those few months," she said here, and added a special sentence, "I only entered the palace at that time. It's been more than two months, and it happened to be the New Disciple Conference, so according to what you said, who should I complain to?"

Yin Qiu said: "But how can I compare with my uncle?" She asked curiously, "Which place did my uncle get?"

The corners of Man Jiangxue's lips raised slightly: "Do you still need to ask?"

Yin Qiu exclaimed: "No.1?"

Man Jiangxue let out a "huh".

Yin Qiu was very envious, and said reverently: "Uncle Shi is so powerful, I don't have this ability."

Man Jiangxue said: "Forgot what I taught you again?"

Yin Qiu said: "I haven't forgotten, I remember it," but he still couldn't help sighing, "What's the use of having self-confidence? To get No. 1 depends on strength, self-confidence is nothing, it's difficult."

Hearing her old-fashioned tone, Man Jiangxue smiled softly: "It's really difficult for you. I have practiced martial arts before entering the palace. The New Disciples Conference is nothing to me," After finishing speaking, she looked at Yin Qiu again and said, "But if you don't have self-confidence, no matter how good your kung fu is, you may not be able to win the game with confidence."

When Yin Qiu heard this, he immediately remembered Man Jiangxue's life experience.

After leaving the Ziwei Sect, Yin Qiu has been immersed in the joy of reuniting with Man Jiangxue, and has no time to think about anything else, but at this moment, when she heard Man Jiangxue said that she had practiced martial arts before entering the palace, Yin Qiu Qiu couldn't help but recall the words Nangong Min had said to her.

The charcoal fire was not burning very well, and the sparks flickered on and off. The lactose balls in the small pot boiled once and for all, exuding a steady stream of sweet fragrance. Wisps of white mist evaporated, lingering on the snow-covered white clothes and black people. Looking at her plain and smiling face, Yin Qiu couldn't help but feel startled.

She suddenly remembered what kind of identity this person in front of her used to be, and what kind of turmoil and past she had experienced.

Even though Yin Qiu had never personally experienced what happened in the past, and now he can't imagine the whole picture of what happened back then, but Man Jiangxue is sitting beside her at this moment, real and complete, the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy, which makes Yin Qiu feel naturally There is a subtle feeling.

It was like the bright moon in the sky landed beside her for some reason. No one knew that Man Jiangxue was that bright moon, but Yin Qiu knew in her heart that her uncle was the precious moon that stayed in the world .

The door of the main hall was open, and the cold wind came with dense and weak rain, and diffused into the spacious and quiet Shenxing Hall. Man Jiangxue was holding the scroll in one hand, and a wooden spoon in the other. She hadn't heard Yin Qiu speak for a long time, and was about to When he looked up at her, Yin Qiu suddenly threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly.

The slender body was soft and warm, just clung to her arms softly, but wrapped her tightly.

Man Jiangxue lowered her eyes, saw the hairy head, smelled a fresh scent of saponins, she dropped the things in her hands, and caressed her palms along Yin Qiu's thin back, and finally carried her The braid hanging by the ear shook and said, "What's wrong?"

Yin Qiu rubbed against her chest twice, but said nothing.

Man Jiangxue touched her face patiently, and asked again: "What's wrong?"

Yin Qiu felt an unspeakable sadness for some reason. She huddled in Man Jiangxue's arms and blushed quietly. She really wanted to ask her if what Nangong Min said was true, but she suddenly remembered the day before the essay test When she and Man Jiangxue were in the gazebo, Man Jiangxue once said that things that can be easily mentioned mean that they have been let go. Regarding Man Jiangxue's life experience, although she also mentioned some things to Yin Qiu, they were only a few words Forget it, does this mean that she didn't really let go, so she didn't bring it up easily?

This also means that if Man Jiangxue doesn't take the initiative to speak up, then Yin Qiu can't ask casually, even if she wants to know what happened back then.

After a long time, Yin Qiu thought of a way to deal with Man Jiangxue, and said in a muffled voice, "Before... Senior Sister Lu told me something."

Man Jiangxue listened quietly: "What's the matter?"

Yin Qiu rubbed against her a few more times, took the opportunity to wipe away the tears in his eyes, and said, "She said that although I missed the martial arts test, I got No. 1 in the literary test."

Man Jiangxue raised his eyes and said with a smile, "Really?"

Yin Qiu said, "Well..."

"Then why do you look unhappy?" Man Jiangxue lowered her head and looked at Yin Qiu's hidden face.

"Happy..." Yin Qiu tilted his head, revealing half of his profile.

"Happy?" Man Jiangxue sized her up for a moment, "Why are you so happy that your eyes are red?"

Yin Qiu glanced at her, pursed his lips and smiled, "I'm crying with joy."

Man Jiangxue raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "You are crying with joy again, you are so easy to cry with joy."

Yin Qiu turned over, looked up at Man Jiangxue, and said aggrievedly: "Can't you?"

Man Jiangxue said, "Okay."

"Then you are laughing at me."

"Can't you?"

"Of course not."

Man Jiangxue pinched her cheek, and said in a playful tone, "But I've already made a joke, what do you want?"

The lights are lingering, reflecting the figures of the two embracing each other, and the long shadow falls on the ground not far away. Yin Qiu raised his face and looked at the face of Man Jiangxue who was close at hand. Several emotions were intertwined in his heart, both sour and sweet. .

She stared deeply at Man Jiangxue and said, "I want my uncle to kiss you."

The author has something to say: Nan Gongmin: "You look like a puppy waiting to be fed."

Yin Qiu: "Why are you swearing?"

Man Jiangxue: "Only puppies squat at the door to eat."

Yin Qiu: "Just a puppy!"

Dude, two faces.