Peach Blossom at the Bottom of the Fan

Chapter 73 The dark tide is surging
Linghua seemed to say it unintentionally, but Chrysanthemum listened to it unknowingly.

Later, he wanted to talk about this matter with Linghua again, but Linghua had already turned away and said something else.

With this matter in her heart, Chrysanthemum was a little itchy.

I didn't think about it before, but now that I think about it, the money that was spent out of her hands every few days seemed to have grown hands to hook her.

Finally, she couldn't hold back, she took the initiative to find Linghua, and went to the big kitchen together secretly, under the name of Hu Wanwan's greedy, asked for ingredients from the kitchen, and made snacks with Linghua.

The finished snacks are packed in a box, and they look no worse than those outside.It's just that Chrysanthemum panicked in the end.

Fortunately, Caiyi didn't eat it, and instead praised Xiaogui, who helped buy dim sum, for being smart, knowing that he would change to another one.

These days she has a nausea from eating snacks.

Ju Hua breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look for Ling Hua, insisting on splitting the saved money between them.

Smiling and pushing, Linghua only said: "I'm looking at your face, not for money."

Chrysanthemum is happy, she only feels that Linghua is really a good sister and has a sense of loyalty, but she doesn't know that Linghua is also slowly breathing a sigh of relief as she touches the purse containing the special "spices" in her bosom...

Gu Sixiao didn't pay attention to the activities in Muchun Courtyard.

It's summer, and although it's not hot yet, some people have started to use fans.

It is inevitable for Gu Yong to go out to meet friends and show off with a folding fan.

Because of this, Gu Shitou's salary has been improved a lot, and he doesn't have to clean the back garden all day long, he can just make a fan in the bamboo forest.

Gu Sixiao was alone in the back study, and didn't have much work, so he simply stayed in the bamboo forest all day, making fans with Gu Shitou.

This, but did not avoid people, Gu Shitou took the initiative to mention it to Gu Yong.

Gu Yong didn't make things difficult for them, and just nodded in agreement.He also doesn't often stay in the back study, it doesn't matter if there are girls there or not.

So these months, apart from cleaning the study, or secretly using Gu Yong's Four Treasures of the Study, Gu Sixiao has been staying in the bamboo forest.

Any job depends on the word "practice".Although making a fan is not an easy job, after many years of practice, Gu Sixiao's fingers have become calloused, and the tiny scratches made by Zhu Mi are too numerous to count.

However, these minor injuries are nothing compared to the master's poisonous tongue.

Although he is not a master who is stingy with praise, but Gu Shitou scolds others with viciousness and cruelty. No matter how strong Gu Sixiao is, he is almost scolded to tears.

"I'm fine with this. You haven't seen how the old master taught his apprentices back then. It's not easy to scold you. If one of you doesn't do well, the bamboo stick in your hand will be drawn on your back. Damn girl, what are you talking about?" Stupid? Be careful, I will whip you with bamboo sticks too!"

The old man Gu Shitou mentioned was Gu Sixiao's grandfather. Although she didn't have any memory at all, but listening to it like this, she had a strange feeling.

The thicker the cocoon was ground, and the tighter the bamboo knife was held in her hand, the closer she felt to her grandfather, father, and elder brother.

A fan gradually took shape in her hand. When she put on the horn nails and gently shook them in her hands, the feeling was really wonderful.

However, this is only taking shape, not yet alive.

Taking advantage of Gu Yong's absence, she mixed the paint in the back study and drew a fan king of butterflies playing peony.

Clusters of large peonies, dark green leaves, red petals, moth-yellow stamens, and the pair of colorful butterflies dancing around the flowers one after the other.

A painting of a butterfly playing with peonies is vivid and interesting, no matter the composition or the brushwork, it is not inferior to her previous life.

Unfolding the fan, she looked at it carefully, and tears blinded her eyes for some reason.

Sorrow and joy mixed in her heart, she only felt desolate.

Picking up the pen, she wrote the word "Sorrowful Autumn" on the rice paper laid out, and wrote a poem of Qijue in one go:
"The battle between gold and fire is suppressing, and Xiao Xiao Feiyu helps Qingshang,

In the early morning, the kindness of the fan fan is thin, and in the night, the gauze lantern is carved long.

The cicadas on the trees blew early in the morning, and the grass in the garden had lost all light.

Wealth and honor were melancholy back then, not to mention a sad man with frosty hair. "(Note 1)

After writing a poem, I already burst into tears.

Although it was about her master, what she expressed was her sadness. Although it was already summer, she still felt that she was in a sad autumn, the autumn that ruined her family, and the autumn that she herself died.

For a long time, she hadn't cried like this. For revenge and to revive the family business, she had been deliberately avoiding it, but after writing a poem, she could no longer support herself, crying so much that she couldn't even stand still.

After crying for several hours, Gu Sixiao wiped away her tears, turned around and went out to wash her face.

When she returned to the study, she was surprised to see Gu Yongzheng standing in front of the desk.

Startled, Gu Sixiao hurriedly stepped forward to salute, but Gu Yong didn't even lift his head, just waved his hand, still looking down at the poem written by Gu Sixiao on the table.

"This poem..." Gu Yong raised his head and said in surprise, "When did I write it? I don't even remember it!"

Her feet slipped, and Gu Sixiao almost fell to the ground.

Did Gu Yong write this word himself, and he still can't see it?It's not that she is too proud, but that Gu Yong's handwriting is really only readable. Even if her poem is a bit sloppy and not the usual small script, it is still better than Gu Yong's. too much.

However, a person like Gu Yong, with such high self-esteem, would never have thought that a little girl in his study could write good handwriting and poetry.

Gu Sixiao wanted to understand this in her heart, but she was not afraid, "Did the officials forget? This is what you wrote yesterday! You were drunk when you came here yesterday, maybe it was because you drank too much, so you didn't drink too much." remembered?"

"Oh, it looks like this..." Gu Yong blinked and clapped his hands suddenly, "It is said that Shi Xian fights wine with a hundred poems, and I, Gu Daguan, is as good as a Shi Xian when I drink it!"

Almost throwing up, Gu Sixiao smiled flatteringly and said, "Although this servant girl is not very good at composing poems, this poem is well written at first sight!"

"You little girl, what do you know!" Gu Yong twitched his lips, turned his eyes, and suddenly saw the fan next to him, "Huh? Where did this fan come from? Gu Shitou sent it? It's really a good painting , this peony, this colorful butterfly, beautiful! The handwork is also good, not worse than the ones sent by my nephew..."

After a pause, Gu Yong seemed to have thought of something, and his face was a little embarrassing, "Well, after all, he is an old man who stayed in Gu's house. This fan is really well done - there is a reward!"

With a wave of his hand, he threw out a piece of silver coin. After thinking about it, he still couldn't suppress his smile, "It's really wonderful! Tomorrow is a party in Wenchang Pavilion, so today I have to make such a masterpiece. With this fan, I will be in Wenchang Pavilion Come on, don’t make a name for yourself in one fell swoop!”

Wenchang Pavilion party? !

Gu Sixiao peeked at Gu Yong, only thinking it was funny.

The Wenchang Pavilion Gathering is a grand event in the literary world held by Songjiang Mansion every year, but all the participants in the event are young talents. There are probably no ones as old as Gu Yong, right?

I really don't know if at his age, mixed with a group of young people, his face will have a fever.

However, this is not something she can control. After Gu Yong got the poem he couldn't remember when he wrote it, he was so proud that he didn't even want to go back to Mu Chunyuan, so he went directly to the study in the front yard up.

The next day, when I heard that Gu Yong left early in the morning, the girl who saw him coming out of Muchun Courtyard smiled and bent over.It is said that when the official went out today, he still had a big peony flower on his hair.That appearance is really funny.

Thinking about it, Gu Sixiao couldn't help shivering on that wrinkled face, but there was a big red peony on his temples.

At the Qujiang Banquet, Tanhua Lang's hairpin is elegant.Nowadays, those teenagers in the market also have hairpin flowers. Although they are not as good as Tanhualang, they are at least young and romantic, but Gu Yong's face is really not close to being handsome and young, so there is only the word romantic. ?
Making fans in the bamboo forest, thinking about the fan that Gu Yong took away, Gu Sixiao was a little bit reluctant at first, but when he thought of Gu Yong's hairpin peony, he couldn't help laughing.

It's hard for him, is this to be paired with that peony fan?
It's late spring, and it's hard to find peonies at this time of year.

However, no matter how coquettishly dressed she is, she might still feel embarrassed in Wenchang Pavilion.

It was almost dusk when Gu Sixiao returned to the back study, and before he entered the courtyard, he saw that the courtyard door was open.

Startled, she quickly stepped into the yard, but stopped suddenly.

Standing in the courtyard, apart from Gu Yong's servant, there was another man.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

It's just that the man seemed to know Gu Sixiao. When he saw her, his eyes were slightly fixed, but he nodded.

Gu Sixiao returned the salute in a daze, put on a smile, and asked the boy: "Is the official in the study?"

Stepping in, before opening the door, I heard Gu Yong laughing in the room, "I wrote that poem in this study! Mr. Shang, I am not afraid that you will laugh at me. It is the best written in my life." A poem, through wine, writes about half a hundred years of my life, if it is not for wine to strengthen poetry courage, how can it be such a good work."

Mr. Shang? !

Gu Sixiao suddenly remembered who that person was in the courtyard.Shangyuan Ye, she had seen him once, wasn't she the bodyguard next to Shang Wu?

It's really strange, this surname is Shang, why is he everywhere?

Feeling suspicious, she backed away, not wanting to go in again, but she didn't want to hear her footsteps in the room.

"Who is it?" Shang Wu's voice was cold and careless.

Gu Yong hurriedly asked, "Which one is outside? Huaer!"

"It's a servant girl." Pushing the door open, Gu Sixiao felt a little helpless, and instead of looking at Shang Wu, she bowed profusely, "The servant girl wasted time in the small bamboo forest just now, and I asked the officials to calm down."

"Girl, I told you to help Gu Shitou, so why would you get angry over such a trivial matter! Forget it, forget it, step back! Don't come to me, Mr. Monk."

Gu Sixiao heaved a sigh of relief, gave a salute, and was about to leave.

But he didn't want Shang Wu to suddenly say: "Is this Gu Guan's girl?"

With a heartbeat, Gu Sixiao panicked.

This Shang Wu, is trying to expose her? !
If Gu Yong knew what happened to her outside, he might be suspicious.

Biting her lip, she turned around abruptly, and said with a smile: "Officer, Aunt Hu asked the girl to come and look for you in the back study before, please go to Muchun Courtyard when you come back!"

Note 1: "Wagyu Xianggong's Wisdom after the Rain"

Tang? Liu Yuxi

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