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Chapter 442: The stupidest, no one else (please vote for me at the beginning of the month!)

In a corner of Xunyang Prince's Mansion, there is a lakeside boudoir.

On the desk in the dark study room, a little girl the size of a palm, wearing a black Confucian uniform, stared at the three oil-paper umbrellas in front of her in stunned silence.

These three oil-paper umbrellas seemed to have been carefully protected by their owners, as if they had not been exposed to rain and were as new as ever.

There is an elegant love poem on the surface of each umbrella.

"Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I miss you when I walk, and I miss you when I sit..."

"You are so beautiful, I will never forget it..."

These quatrains of love poems seem to be written by men themselves, with elegant and fresh handwriting. Compared with the gracefulness of women, they have a bit more masculinity of men.

This is actually the first time Miao Si has seen the man's handwriting on this umbrella. It is different from the simplified Chinese handwriting of the owner of Dielianhua that Rong Zhen showed her not long ago.

But as a master of ink, Miao Si smelled a familiar literary style.

Can't go wrong.

She felt a little like facing a formidable enemy, lowered her head and said to herself:

"No way...such a coincidence...how is it possible...wait..."

Miao Si's expression was solemn as if he had thought of something.

She quickly dropped the oil-paper umbrella in her hand, jumped off the table, sniffed the air in the room, and ran around in the dark boudoir of a certain Xie family noblewoman.

Last time, in order to repay her kindness, Huang Xuan specially took the wonderful idea of ​​turning into an ink to Xunyang Tower during the day, so that she could get to know her benefactor.

Although in the end, Huang Xuan and Huang Feihong fled through the window with Lu Ya, Miao Si, who had a keen sense of smell, remembered the aura of the young Chang Shi and the noble daughter of the Xie family.

Unlike the literary spirit that accompanies ink stains and lasts forever, the personal atmosphere will dissipate if the person leaves for a long time. Compared with ordinary people, Miao Si can realize this better.

The three oil-paper umbrellas on the table just now may be because they have been left for too long, or may be because they have been exposed to the sun and wind not long ago. In addition to the boudoir atmosphere of the Xie family, these umbrellas were handmade and she wrote love poems. His masculine aura is almost imperceptible.

"Not necessarily, it doesn't have to be him. Yes, this lady Xie's sweetheart, the lover who exchanged love letters with her, what if it's not him... the two of them might just be ordinary friends."

There is still a trace of luck in Miao Si's heart.

In order to confirm something, she walked around the house, but in the end, she found...

In the boudoir, in addition to the strong scent of Xie's noble daughter, there is also the only scent of man.

It belongs to the young Chang Shi who saved Xiaoxuan.

One thing worth noting is that in addition to one or two men's Confucian shirts stored in Lady Xie's suitcase, this masculine atmosphere mainly appears on a few pairs of exquisite embroidered shoes and light socks, as well as some private bellybands...

The wonderful idea didn't turn around any more, he stopped his movements and raised his red face.

It is understandable that the noble lady of the Xie family has one or two Confucian shirts and robes belonging to her sweetheart, but how did the youthful and long-historical atmosphere get on these socks and embroidered shoes? It seems that it happened recently, which is why it has such an obvious atmosphere.

Miao Si felt that she had been led astray and her thoughts were not clean.

But at the moment, these messy dirty thoughts are not the key. The key is that these clues unmistakably show that... the young Chang Shi and the noble daughter of the Xie family are passionately in love.

So those three handmade oil-paper umbrellas contain a certain sense of culture...

Unless Lady Xie is chaste and treads two different paths, there is only one answer.

The room fell silent.

Three oil-paper umbrellas lay quietly on the desk.

At the table, the little girl in black Confucian attire, who was forced to reveal her real name tonight, lowered her head and looked at the scraps of paper handed to her by the cold girl in palace attire.

"The stupidest, bar none, one day he will die of stupidity..."

she whispered.

……

"Why are you back so early?"

In the corner of Xingzifang, by the well of an old courtyard, a little girl in a red coat was fetching water. When she heard the movement behind her, she looked back and asked curiously.

Miao Si said nothing, walked into the yard, passed Huang Xuan and entered the house.

The little girl silently jumped onto the cabinet that served as a den, not forgetting to close the cabinet door.

With a "bang", he locked himself inside.

Huang Xuan heard the movement in the house, shook her head, wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, carried the well water, and walked to the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, she put the bucket down, turned around and left the kitchen, returned to the house, opened the cabinet on tiptoe, and took a look at the little man inside.

I saw the little girl with her back to her, sitting cross-legged with her hands on her chin, seemingly facing the wall in a daze, saying nothing.

Huang Xuan thought for a while, wiped the water stains on her apron with her palms, and tentatively poked her little head wearing a lotus crown with an index finger.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Miaosi's tumbler-like head swayed twice with Huang Xuan's fingers. Just when Huang Xuan was about to ask again, the little girl suddenly threw aside the whisk and bowl in her hands, turned around and asked seriously:

"Xiaoxuan, am I stupid?"

Under the direct gaze of Miao Si, Huang Xuan thought for a while, nodded, and imitated someone's words:

"Well, not one of them."

"..."

Huang Xuan asked softly: "Did you get lost and couldn't find the place, or did you say that you didn't have enough literary skills?"

Miaosi lowered his head: "I didn't get lost. I found the courtyard of the noble lady Xie, and her style was left behind. It happened to be your basket of red leaves..."

Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, thank you for your hard work."

Miaosi whispered: "Does Xiaoxuan care about them so much?"

Huang Xuan said with some seriousness: "I don't say thank you for the kindness, but I can't forget it." After a pause, she added: "Why do you ask this? Are you unhappy? Are you jealous?"

Facing the curious gaze, Miao Si avoided her eyes and said, "No." At the same time, she changed the subject: "Why isn't Xiaoxuan still sleeping? Is there a day off tomorrow?"

It's midnight right now, and it's pitch black outside the window.

Huang Xuan shook her head:

"Can't sleep. I'm also a little worried about you. The Xunyang Prince's Mansion in Xiushuifang is too far away, far away from Hanlei Mozhai. You go out alone... After thinking about it, I might as well get up and cook some porridge. Daddy needs to eat it when he gets up early. , he works hard during the day.”

"Oh." Miao Si nodded.

Huang Xuan added: "You will work harder tonight."

Miao Si glanced at her and lowered his head.

When Huang Xuan saw him lowering his head and remaining silent, she closed the cupboard door, turned around and went to the kitchen to continue making porridge.

After a while, Huang Xuan heard the sound of the kitchen door being pushed open behind her. She knew who it was without turning around and continued to burn firewood.

The little girl jumped over the threshold nimbly and walked around the kitchen with her hands behind her back.

There are two figures, one big and one small, one doing housework and the other wandering around, silent and silent. It seems to be like this all the time, and they seem to be in perfect harmony.

Miao Si stopped when she passed by the rice vat, opened the lid of the vat, and poked her little head in to take a look. She reached out and grabbed a handful of rice mixed with chaff, staring at the thin flow of rice between her fingers. After a while, he suddenly said:

"Xiaoxuan, why don't you just raise a rat?"

"What about you?"

"Pick up your bed and get out."

"Oh, you want to change to a popular one, right?" "No! How could Xiaoxuan say that..." Halfway through his angry words, he reacted and his voice became weaker: "Don't use irritating words." Fa, be serious."

"Then why do you want to leave?"

"Can't you just have a dream of traveling around the world?"

"Wandering around the world to store ink in warehouses, right?"

"Can you not pick up whichever pot you want?"

"You can't even boil a pot."

"I'm not poor. To be honest, sometimes when you look at the barren and unchanging situation around you, the dark night sky with the Milky Way hanging outside the door becomes particularly attractive.

"Suddenly I wanted to leave all my troubles and worries, plunge into the night, fly away, and after half a lifetime, Xiaoxuan came back covered with wind and snow, already gray-haired. When she saw this fairy girl, she burst into tears and regretted it. , with a face full of self-blame, thinking that he had said something wrong to offend me, and lived in regret for half of his life. However, this fairy has become calm. As a big spirit on Zongheng Mountain, he is too lazy to explain, and is just considerate. It feels so good to comfort you...well, it feels so good."

"..."

"How about it? After listening to it, do you already feel distressed and blame yourself?"

"How about you sleep a little longer?"

"I am serious!"

"You've been serious many times."

"It's different this time, because it's really better to run away now...forget it, I'm too lazy to tell you."

When Miao Si talked about the last part, it seemed as if he was leaning into the three-quarter-full rice vat, and his voice had a hollow echo.

Huang Xuan paused while washing rice and looked back.

On the fifth watch of the day, it was the darkest time outside. There was only one candle lit on the stove in the kitchen, and the dim light dimly illuminated the dirt floor between the two of them.

A palm-sized little girl wearing a Confucian dress sat on the edge of the rice vat, her feet dangling under her Confucian dress. The golden bowl she held in her hand was not filled with ink as before, but was filled with rice.

When Huang Xuan turned around, she happened to see her picking up a uncooked rice grain in her little hand, putting it in her mouth and biting it hard.

"Can it be eaten?" Huang Xuan asked curiously.

Miao Siba tried to swallow it with her mouth, but in the end... she gave up. All the rice grains in the bowl were poured back into the rice vat. She covered her cheeks that were crying from pain and grimaced. The short legs no longer swing.

Huang Xuan did not show a disappointed expression, lowered her head and continued to wash rice diligently, while softly:

"I was joking before. Don't force it. Just do it. There are always more solutions than difficulties."

After a pause, she asked again:

"Did something happen to you tonight? Why are you a little abnormal? How could you be unhappy after eating so much ink?"

Miaosi's brows knitted together, as hard to untie as a tangled knot, and sighed: "Why are there so many troubles in the world?"

Huang Xuan thought for a while, then replied seriously with a straight face:

"Then you should eat less. When people are hungry, they usually only have one worry, but once they are full, they will have countless worries. So many worries are only sustained by eating."

Wonderful thought: "..."

It makes sense.

The little girl in Confucian attire sitting on the rice vat was speechless, silently turning her head to look at the back of the little girl in red coat, who seemed to be carefree in washing rice.

"Xiaoxuan, do you have any dreams?"

"Have."

"What."

"I would be very happy to have a big house, my own big house, and get up and clean it every day."

"and then?"

"Then I'll bring you all here to live together and have fun together."

"And then."

"And then..." She lowered her head to wash the dishes: "And then I haven't dreamed about it yet. I'll tell you when I dream about it."

"If you have no future, it would be better for me to run away for half your life and make you cry bitterly."

"Didn't you say before that it's dangerous outside and it's easy to encounter bad guys who want to kidnap you?"

"That's right, but now it seems that even if you hide here carefully, something will still come to your door... By the way, that bull-nosed guy who comes to you a lot recently, you should be careful and have less contact with him."

"Director Lu, why?"

"The person I hate Niubi the most is Fu Lusanshan. He also wants to kidnap you to go up the mountain. Bah, the little girl won't let you go. I'm so ashamed."

"Master Lu doesn't look like a bad person, but I won't be deceived either..."

After chatting for a while, Miao Si was speechless for a long time, and then suddenly said:

"Xiaoxuan, you are right. I really shouldn't go out to eat. This is the stupidest thing I did tonight."

"It's okay. It's all over. Just don't do it again in the future."

Hearing Huang Xuan's comforting voice, he stopped thinking about what he was thinking.

Huang Xuan suddenly turned around: "By the way, there is good news."

"What good news?"

"Dad has received a salary increase, and I heard from him that he will be able to get a newly built shantytown house in the future. The rent will be cheaper. We will have more money in the future, and we can live more comfortably when we move into a new house. You don't have to I huddle in the closet all day long, afraid of being discovered by my father and other residents..."

Huang Xuan spoke happily, with expectations for the future in her voice.

Miao Si listened silently for a while, then raised her head and asked softly:

"But I have a big appetite and even choose good ink to eat. What if the money is still not enough to buy ink?"

Huang Xuan answered seriously: "Then think of other ways to make more money. Anyway, we are hardworking and will never die of hunger. The worst thing is... I will work in the ink studio for a while, or go to other places where there is no shortage of ink to pick up some. When Mo comes back, he will always find a way."

Miao Si's eyes were moved, but immediately, she seemed to remember something, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly advised:

"Xiao Xuan, don't blindly believe in bad people and go work in some brothel and singing house. Be careful of deception. Those brothels and singing houses are not a good place. Even if you do odd jobs, you can easily get close to the black man. In that kind of environment, under a subtle influence, you can attract people. A good family goes into the water.”

The little girl jumped up and walked around the edge of the rice vat, waving the snow-white whisk in her hand. From time to time she turned her head to look at the clear and bright eyes of the little girl in red coat. She lowered her voice and whispered:

"You have a talent that is rare in a century. The main thing is these eyes, which have the ability to penetrate illusions. It is thanks to them that you were able to find me in the first place. It is also the beginning of our relationship. There are many things about this eye. It is found in the classics of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. There are corresponding titles in... In short, the path you can take is very wide, and you are an excellent embryo. You can go through all three schools, not to mention other paths, so don’t ruin your future, remember this."

Huang Xuan didn't quite understand this, but she could hear the seriousness in Miao Si's words and nodded a little silly: "Oh."

Miao Si stopped talking, looked at her quietly for a while, and then asked:

"Xiaoxuan, why are you always so kind to me, even when you rescued me back home..."

Huang Xuan thought for a while and answered casually:

"There is no reason. Well, just like the noble man who helped me, did he have time to think about what he should ask for? Probably not. He just thought about it and did it. It was that simple. There is no need to ask why."

Miao Si was silent for a while, then suddenly nodded heavily:

"Okay, got it."

"Is it because I'm hungry again and my worries are gone?"

The little girl in Confucian attire stopped answering, waved her fist in the air in front of her, and said to herself: "The smartest, bar none!"

"What's the smartest thing?"

Huang Xuan turned around in confusion, but the figure of the little nunguan was no longer visible on the rice vat. She had gone somewhere.

"What happened tonight? It's strange..."

　It’s February, and the Spring Festival is coming. After a busy year, everyone should take a good rest and be kind to yourself~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)