I didn't expect you to be such an onmyoji.

After Yuan Dongshi found out, she didn't say anything, she just buried her head in a sip of hot tea, put the tea bowl back on the teapot, and said, "May I ask, does Master Xinyi like to paint landscapes, or people?"

Tangerine Xinyi put the teacup back into the cup, and the sleeves slid down his wrists to the back of his hands, covering up the ink marks on the hypothenar. He lifted his clothes and came back to sit. Hearing Yuan Dongshi's question, he raised his chin slightly, He seemed to think about it for a while before saying: "The scenery." He poured himself a bowl of tea and said slowly, "Danbo scenery is very charming. I stayed there for ten years, saw ten seasons of spring cherry blossoms, and enjoyed ten rounds of cherry blossoms. The autumn wind has a different look every year, and at that time, my heart and the pen in my hand also became greedy, wanting to put this scene on my drawing paper and make it my personal property."

Yuan Dongshi looked up at him, he was drinking tea with his head down, the light was dim, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly, there was nothing wrong with his tone, but hearing these words made her shudder.

He suddenly raised his head again, looked at Yuan Dongshi and the others with a smile, and said, "I feel very guilty for letting my lords go here for nothing, so why don't I give my lords a few old works as an apology?" Bar."

Yuan Dongshi was about to refuse, but suddenly saw a painting in the corner of the wall, the shadow in the room covered most of the painting, only a pair of men's clogs could be seen in the corner, she thought carefully, and said: "Lord Xinyi, can you give me that painting?" She pointed at the painting.

Ju Xinyi turned his head away. When he saw the painting, his smile faded slightly, and he said unnaturally: "Sorry, Mr. Ji, this painting...is not very convenient to give away."

"Oh?" Yuan Dongshi raised his eyebrows, and then said, "Then can I go and have a look?"

"Ji Jun is easy." Ju Xinyi said.

With Tachibana Xinyi's permission, Yuan Dongshi got up and walked towards the painting. The closer she got, the shadow that covered the picture gradually faded away, revealing the person in the painting. He looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He looks handsome and handsome. He has short gray and white hair that reaches his ears. He is dressed in a white straight dress with blue wave patterns painted on the collar, cuffs and corners of the clothes. Wei Yang looked arrogant and dignified, with a ferocious mask with a long nose tied around his waist, and a pair of black wings behind him, those black wings were widely spread, with an aura that covered the sky and the sun.

Yuan Dongshi looked at it silently for a while, then went back to sit down next to the scorpion, and said, "Lord Xinyi's figure painting is also very good."

Ju Xinyi smiled and said: "I once met this god in a desperate situation, and I got help, so I drew him with a devout heart." As he spoke, he added more tea to Yuan Dongshi's teacup that had bottomed out , doesn't seem to want to go into detail.

Yuan Dongshi thanked with a smile, picked up the tea bowl, and said: "I hope that god can also know the pious heart of Lord Xinyi."

After the few people came out of Tanzheng Yin's mansion, it was already Haishi, and the four major roads were deserted at this time, only the autumn wind in the night swayed the lanterns at the gates of the houses, illuminating their shadows. It's bright and dark.

Baoxian walked down the steps slowly, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned. The cat on his shoulder also stretched itself, made a purring sound from its throat, and flicked its slender tail. Fell asleep on his shoulder.Bao Xian smoothed the hair of the cat again, wiped his nose again, and said: "But it's finally relieved, I've never heard that Mr. Tanzheng Yin is so fond of incense."

Boya also looked concerned: "I used to think that the fragrance of the Hongzheng palace lady in the palace was the most terrifying, but now it seems that it is not as good as one ten-thousandth of this Zhongwu Shaofu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Baoxian turned his head to look at Yuan Dongshi and Qingming, and said, "Bo Ya and I were in pain the whole time, but you two seem to be very relaxed."

Yuan Dongshi felt a little guilty this time, she quietly raised her eyes to look at Qingming, but Qingming just smiled and didn't answer.

Fortunately, Baoxian and Boya did not continue to ask questions, but discussed why Zhongwu Shaofu Ju Xinyi would suddenly light up such a strong incense in the house. After all, Ju Xinyi is famous for Danqing rather than incense .

"Of course, if it's famous for incense, I'm afraid it's not a good name." Yuan Dongshi spread his hands.

Both Baoxian and Boya nodded, but Qingming smiled and said, "Is it a good name to repel mosquitoes?"

Yuan Dongshi twitched the corner of his mouth.

Boya's attendants brought the ox cart, and several of them boarded the cart.There was less autumn wind in the carriage, so it would be warmer. Yuan Dongshi's hands were blown a little cold before, she rubbed her hands and was breathing hot air into her palms, when suddenly she heard a cat meowing again.She looked up, only to see Qingming grabbing the cat by its neck and slipping it up to her.

Yuan Dongshi looked bewildered.

The cat was sleeping soundly before, but now it was picked up by someone by the neck, very upset, its front paws lit up with sharp claws, twisting its body to scratch Qingming, Qingming smiled, holding the bat fan in the other hand, Patted between Maoyou's ears, not knowing what power his bat fan has, Maoyou calmed down instantly, turned to look at Yuan Dongshi, and let out a soft "meow".

Yuan Dongshi reached out to take Maoyou, and the warm body of the small animal covered her cold hands.

Baoxian shouted from the side: "Qingming, what do you mean?"

"Make use of the usefulness of cats." Qingming calmly said.

Bao Xian refused to accept it: "Cats are beasts!"

Qingming smiled: "Now I can only warm Miss Persimmon's hands."

Cat again: "..."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Boya watched Baoxian yell at Qingming unilaterally, and after a long time, he said, "Why do I suddenly feel that Qingming and Persimmon are weird."

Yuan Dongshi, who was holding Maomata, froze, and retreated to the corner of the carriage as much as possible.

And Baoxian suddenly realized something, blinked his eyes, turned to look at Boya, and said, "I suddenly feel weird when you say that."

Yuan Dongshi's eyes twitched violently.

At this time, Boya's attendant shouted "Ertiaoyuan" from outside the carriage, and Yuan Dongshi immediately stuffed the cat into Baoxian's arms again, said goodbye in a hurry, put the city girl's hat on his head with one hand, and held it with the other hand. Clothes hem, then fled from the chariot.

She only felt that the pinnae of her ears were burning hot, and it must have been completely red. Thankfully, the night light was dim, and her ears should not be visible. She opened the curtain of the car, breathed a long sigh of relief, and was about to jump off the Che Nian Mountain, but She forgot that the car she took this time was Boya's, and there was still some distance between the car and the ground. When she realized it, the center of gravity of her body had deviated, and she was about to fall to the ground.

She was a little flustered, and reflexively stretched out her palms to block the front of her body, but the expected cold ground did not appear between her palms. When she just fell down, she was supported by something, and the palms were delicate. Slightly cool clothing.

Yuan Dongshi raised her head, only to see her hands resting on a man's shoulders, the man's white hair was lightly scattered on his shoulders like the first snow, his eyes were as cold as ice in the deep winter, reminding Yuan Dongshi of being severely punished Fears dominated by the old Headmaster.

The corners of Yuan Dongshi's mouth twitched, she straightened up, and said with a dry smile, "Demon luthier, why are you here?"

"Wait for you." The demon luthier said coldly.

Yuan Dongshi: "...???"

The demon luthier glanced at her: "Learn the piano."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

She knew that this empty-nester old headmaster who was short of students would not let her go.

"Okay, okay, learn, learn." Yuan Dongshi sighed, staggered his shoulders, and walked towards the gate. After walking a certain distance, she turned her head and saw the demon luthier nodding slightly to someone. She was stunned She was stunned, and when she looked carefully, she saw that the demon luthier was facing the ox cart, and the imperial curtain of the ox cart had just been lowered, and she only saw an extremely slender and white hand slowly entering the carriage from outside the curtain. middle.

While she was wondering, the Yaoqin master had already turned his head, his eyes were expressionless, and he said indifferently: "Today we will study "Hujia Eighteen Beats."

"Oh." Yuan Dongshi turned his head quickly.

Most of the people in Genji Nijo-in have already rested. There are only orange lanterns on the corridor of the inner garden, illuminating a smiling square in the late autumn night. The city girl's hat was placed on the porch, then she lifted the curtain and went into the room.

The charcoal of the stove in the room has not been burned yet, and as soon as she came in, she felt a rush of warmth rushing towards her face, evaporating the cold night dew on her body, she threw herself on the pillow without taking off her clothes, and took a deep breath. After taking a breath, a faint agarwood lingers in the nose, and some cypress fragrance is mixed in it. Compared with the disaster-like plum blossom incense of Zhongwu Shaofu Tachibana Xinyi, this place is like heaven at this moment.

The demon luthier sat under the four-foot screen, hugged the qin on his lap, and plucked a note on the strings.

"Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" is sad and mournful, but the performer, the demon luthier, is still expressionless, not at all like Cai Wenji who was forced to wander in a foreign land.

And looking at this face that always has no expression, Yuan Dongshi thought of another face that always had an expression.

She raised the corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes, imitating the smiling face of a fox.

The demon luthier glanced at her, and said coldly: "Is this music very festive?"

Yuan Dongshi immediately stopped smiling, coughed a few times, and said sternly: "No, of course not, it's because you, Yaoqin teacher, play so well. I am proud of having such a master." She clapped her hands , and then found that his posture was a bit like Jin Sanpang, and retracted his hand embarrassingly.

The demon luthier snorted and continued to pluck the strings.

Yuan Dongshi propped his hands on the pillow, and said to himself: "If a man makes something he has never made with his own hands and gives it to a woman, what does that mean?"

The third section of "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia" was completed in three shots with a feeling of sadness and sorrow.

Kind, sad, and hateful, it makes people feel depressed, but the demon luthier said: "It must be love."

Yuan Dongshi's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned his head to look at him. He lowered his head, his ten fingers were still plucking the strings, and the strings vibrated at his fingertips, making a hoarse sound that hit the eardrums directly.

She felt that the pinnae, which had cooled down a little, began to burn again.

"you say……"

The demon luthier glanced at her and said, "It's love."

"You, how do you know." Yuan Dongshi felt confused in his head, and even spoke incoherently, his tongue flicked around in his mouth, almost tying it into a knot.

The Yaoqin master paused with his hands, and the mournful piano sound also stopped.

He looked up, and the candlelight cast his erratic shadow on the four-foot screen: "There was once a man who spent ten years making a violin for his lover, but ten years have passed, and the lover has long since passed away." Marry someone else. He only made this qin in his life, and this qin has never played in his lifetime."