Nezha Breeding Manual

The distance from the village to Chentangguan is not too far, but it still took them three days to get there with the existing primitive transportation methods.After all, in today's dynasty, except for the aristocratic ruling class, the vast majority of ordinary people can only rely on walking no matter how far they are on the road.Fortunately, more than half of the journey is along the East Sea, and the beautiful scenery along the way can be used as a visual enjoyment to comfort a lot.

This is the first time Ye Wanqiu saw the sea.The blue to deep ocean surface extends infinitely to the end of the line of sight, blending with the thick white morning fog and the golden light of the sun, gradually covering it with a layer of hazy gray.The sky bends down to kiss the sea at the end, and the seagulls fly out of the forest with a thin orange-red light and rush straight to the water.

In a distant place, there are long and ethereal whale calls being sent intermittently by the wind.

They walked along the coast of the East China Sea for almost two days, and finally arrived at Chentangguan City in the afternoon of the third day.Along the way, Ye Wanqiu found that although most of the people here were mainly engaged in fishing and planting, there were still many engaged in primitive commerce.

According to the old housekeeper, the streets in the south of the city are the busiest at the beginning, middle and end of each month.Everyone will gather there to buy and sell various things with seashells, bone shells, stone shells, copper shells, etc. as the medium.

Thinking about some historical details about the Shang Dynasty that he had learned before, Ye Wanqiu could probably understand the current state of economic development, so he didn't ask any more questions, but continued to move forward with the old housekeeper.

After entering the city gate, they walked for almost half a day, resting for a while at a soup shop on the way, having a quick bite to eat, and finally arrived at their destination.

When he first entered the door, the servant in gray and white shirt was stunned when he saw Ye Wanqiu.After hearing the old housekeeper explain that this is a girl sent to the madam to see if she can be kept as the third son's close maid, the servant who was still full of doubts immediately changed his face, as if he saw some pitiful injustice.Even the tail note of his body has changed from the fragrance of apple at the beginning to a bitter taste with a touch of fear.

It seems that the concept of the third son of the Li family that "being born in a fairy, mortals can't get close" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it has even been distorted into a kind of deformed fear.

Pass through the courtyard full of junipers in front of you, and walk along the smoky blue stone road to the house opposite the gate.From time to time, Ye Wanqiu looked curiously at every display around him, but inadvertently saw a red figure sitting on the wall of the courtyard covered with blue tiles from a distance, but disappeared after just a flash, erratic like a Hallucination like that.

Before she could see clearly whether it was her hallucination, the old butler suddenly reminded her, "Girl, Mrs. Yin is here."

She turned her head and saw a woman in a plain wide-sleeved gown coming out of the back room, sitting on a chair, taking a sip of the tea that the maid had just brought up, her eyes turned around the old housekeeper, and fell on Ye Wanqiu: "That's right. Her?"

The old housekeeper responded and greeted Ye Wanqiu: "Meet your wife soon."

Ye Wanqiu imitated the old butler's bowing and raising his hands just now, and made a slightly stiff salute: "I have seen Madam."

Fortunately, during the Shang Dynasty, the etiquette system was only in its infancy and had not been completely refined and perfected, and there was no etiquette that servants had to kneel at every turn. Otherwise, it would be really difficult for a person who is used to modern life to adapt.It's just that the wife of the General Military Mansion seems to be in poor health, her face looks a little tired and pale, and the top note of her scent is not grapefruit, which symbolizes health.

Madam Yin nodded, put the teacup aside, and asked the old housekeeper, "But your fellow countryman?"

He nodded and replied respectfully: "It's a girl from our same family. Everyone in the family died at sea. She just went to the servant's house a few days ago. She is also pitiful. Her relatives are gone, and she is the only one left. There is no other place to go. Madam, you said that you want to find another girl to take care of the third son, so I brought her here."

"Is that so." Mrs. Yin pondered for a while, then raised her eyes to Ye Wanqiu, "Can you do needlework?"

"Yes." She nodded, and passed some embroidery patterns on the coarse cloth to the old housekeeper.Mrs. Yin unfolded it in her hands, looked carefully, and smiled: "Your embroidery skills are very good."

"Thank you ma'am."

"Have you ever been a maid before?"

"Not really, but I'm a quick learner, don't worry."

After thinking for a while, she folded the cloth in her hand on the table, sighed, and her anxious mood spread into a strong scent of turpentine, which permeated Ye Wanqiu's sense of smell: "Actually, that child, Nezha, doesn't need you to follow closely in everything." Waiting, just..."

Before Mrs. Yin could finish her sentence, a boy's voice came from outside the door: "I don't need anyone to follow me."

In the flickering light and shadow, Nezha in red came in from the outside, bowed briefly to Mrs. Yin, and said without looking at other people around, "Mother don't have to worry about the children anymore, let them go back. It won't be used anymore."

Ye Wanqiu stared blankly at Nezha in front of her, a soreness gradually rose from her chest and stuck in her throat, making her a little out of breath.Now he looks very different from the handsome young god in her memory. He only looks like a six or seven-year-old beautiful child, with fair complexion, bright red lips, and long black hair tied into two balls with red silk. In a bun, the amber eyes were dull and cold, with a shimmer and sharpness.

It turns out that what Nezha once said, that the first time he had Ye Wanqiu was when he was six years old was true.It's just his past, but her future and present.

only……

She tried her best to identify the various smells in the air, and was surprised to find that although Nezha's smell was indeed different from ordinary people, it was still the lotus scent she was familiar with, but it was nothing like 3000 years later. Appearing, Ye Wanqiu's sense of smell will no longer be able to smell anything else, but it will be suppressed by the strong human smell around it, which is a little too shallow.

When she was still staring at Nezha in a daze, she heard the other party firmly insisting to Mrs. Yin: "The child has always taken care of his own daily life, and he has long been used to it. Now it is disturbing to let people follow him. Mother don't have to worry about it." .”

Mrs. Yin moved her hand, as if she wanted to touch the boy in front of her, but she froze when she just lifted it up, and she had to retract it after hanging in the air for a long time, with a sad face: "Nezha, I hope you... "

"That's it, mother, my son will leave first." After Nezha finished speaking, he left the house without looking at anyone else from the beginning to the end.

Mrs. Yin watched his leaving back, stretched out her hand to caress her forehead, as if she was extremely worried, she couldn't help sighing, a layer of transparent tears appeared in her eyes, and her already weak figure suddenly stepped down.

The maid behind her quickly supported her and comforted her in a low voice: "Ma'am, don't be like this. The third son was born from a fairy, and he will be fine. Don't worry about him."

"Then he is also my child. I can't watch him being isolated from others forever since he was born, reticent and depressed all day long." Madam Yin said sadly, her voice trembling, "In the past six years, I even I have never seen him smile, so how can I not worry."

The old butler stood aside and kept shaking his head.

Ye Wanqiu listened to what they said, and then looked in the direction where Nezha had just disappeared, always finding it hard to imagine what it would be like for a six-year-old child who has never been approached by anyone since he was born.The children next to him have their parents hugging their brothers and sisters, but he can only sit by himself. Even the simplest intimacy between people is a luxury for him.

It is normal to have no one to take care of you when you are sick, and you are used to no one to add clothes when it is cold.He obviously lives here with his relatives, but it seems to be isolated by an invisible hard barrier.Their happiness has never had anything to do with Nezha, and they have no right to participate, living like bystanders in the shadows.

Such a time is too difficult.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu suddenly stepped forward and said: "Madam, please allow me to stay, as long as I can take care of the third son, so that you can worry less."

Mrs. Yin turned her head to look at her, with the same worry in her eyes, but with a little more pity: "Nezha is a little different from other children, and you may need to be careful when serving him. This is also for your own good. If you want If you stay here, let the housekeeper take you to change into clothes and live in Juanxia's place."

"Thank you ma'am."

That night, Ye Wanqiu followed the old housekeeper to identify everyone in the mansion except Li Jing, and then returned to the low room to rest with the other maids.Her clothes were few, and together with Xueyan wrapped in black cloth and the Xuanyuan Arrow, they didn't take up much space in total, so they were simply put on the bottom of the wooden cabinet where other maids put their clothes.

Seven or eight girls aged fifteen or sixteen were with her, each with a quilt, and squeezed into a large bed built against the wall. Under the thin mattress was a layer of thorny hay, similar to the bed in the old housekeeper's house.Ye Wanqiu was not used to how to sleep at first, but now he can almost adapt to it.

Just sleeping in the same room with so many people is a torment for her sense of smell, and she can only sleep with a face towel.

In the middle of the night, she had a dream.

The boy in the dream was sitting in the gazebo in the middle of the pond full of red lotuses. He had the same black hair and snow skin as she remembered, red clothes and silver crowns, and a red silk with golden patterns wrapped around his shoulders. He was smiling slightly at her. He held out his hand for her to come to him.Ye Wanqiu sat beside him, turned his head to look at the other side's side face which looked extraordinarily soft in the gray light, and suddenly asked, "When I wake up, will you still be there?"

The young Nezha laughed, staring at her tenderly with cold star-like eyes, but said nothing. He just lifted the hand wrapped around Huntianling and pressed gently on the top of Ye Wanqiu's hair, then curled his fingers, and stretched through the layers. A thin red gauze is placed between her eyebrows.

In an instant, Ye Wanqiu's tears fell down together with the transparent heavy rain.The thick and wet white mist spread from all directions, swallowing up all the surrounding colors one by one.The whole dream was broken into countless pale fragments by the rain and her tears.

She watched Nezha gradually disappear in the mist, and instinctively wanted to reach out to hold him back, but she could only touch the shapeless air and her own tears.

After waking up, the sky outside was already blue and dark blue like a dream, only a few silver sparse stars hanging precariously in the sky.The surrounding maids also got up and packed themselves, ready to start a new day.Ye Wanqiu got up, patted the hay tips off his body, rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on his clothes, fixed his hair with a wooden hairpin, left the low house and walked towards the courtyard.

The courtyard in the General Military Mansion is quite wide, and there are all kinds of neatly trimmed flowers and shrubs everywhere, and the spacious houses in the center are surrounded by stars.The rooms of Li Jing, Mrs. Yin, Jin Zha and Mu Zha are all here, only Nezha's residence is not.

According to the old housekeeper, he has lived alone in the westernmost part of the courtyard since he was very young, and except for Mrs. Yin, almost no one would come over.

Perhaps it is because of this that Ye Wanqiu obviously feels that this place is much quieter than other places in the General Military Mansion.Different from the colorful clusters of flowers outside, there is not a single flower in the west courtyard. It is all green and tall juniper trees and camphor trees, overlapping dark green to black shadows in the dim light.

The dark green trees, the gray road, the dark brown house, the cool and oppressive light, everything that comes into view is bleak and deep, these are all Ye Banqiu's impressions of the west courtyard.

Not at all like a place for a six year old to live in.

As soon as she finished thinking this way, a piece of bright red spiritual silk suddenly sprang out from behind, swept over Ye Wanqiu's ear temples with a fierce wind, and scattered a faint lotus fragrance.The sky that has not yet receded from the darkness was covered with a layer of crimson by the Huntian Ling, and the clouds and light waved strangely, and the surrounding scenery was shrouded in this transparent and gorgeous color, making it a little strange.

Ye Wanqiu looked in the direction where the red silk retreated, and saw Nezha sitting on a branch of a camphor tree, with his eyelashes half down, looking at her expressionlessly: "You just arrived yesterday? Why are you still here?" here?"

"Madam asked me to stay and take a look." She replied, and then remembered to salute, "I have seen the third wife... the third son."

Hearing this, Nezha twisted his delicate eyebrows, and let Huntian silk wrap around his waist, the silk tail was caressed by his white fingers, like a vivid red snake, he said casually: " You go, you won't use it in the future."

"I'm afraid this won't work. I promised Mrs. Yin that I would stay."

Nezha clicked his tongue, and obvious impatience spread on his expressionless face, and the crimson light and shadow around him began to boil with the change of his mood, twisting like countless entangled ghosts.Ye Wanqiu didn't seem to see those shadows, and just stood there looking at him with a calm expression.

"Aren't you afraid?" Nezha gave her a strange look.Ye Wanqiu was stunned, and immediately understood, shaking his head: "I'm not afraid. So, this is how the third son drove away the girls who waited on you before?"

Nezha's face froze for a moment, and he jumped down from the tree lightly, put out those lights and shadows, turned around and walked into the house: "You go."

"Eh……"

Ye Wanqiu was about to say something, but was interrupted by a boy running behind him.The other party looked about ten years old, much taller than Nezha, and looked anxious: "Nezha, did you go into the armory a few days ago? They found that one of the Xuanyuan arrows was missing this morning. Father You will be back from Chaoge soon, have you ever used Xuanyuan Arrow?"

Xuanyuan Arrow?

Ye Wanqiu suddenly remembered that the arrow was in her luggage, pressed on the bottom of the wooden cabinet.

"It took me so long to realize that those gatekeepers should be replaced." Nezha twitched his mouth, disapproving.

Jin Zha was stunned for a moment, then stared at him again: "It's really you? That Xuanyuan bow has never been pulled away by anyone, you..." Speaking of this, the boy suddenly got stuck, his chest heaved several times, a round cute His face was flushed, as if he didn't know whether to admire the other party or scold him.

Ye Wanqiu stared at the side and only took up Huntianling to wipe the gold bracelet on his wrist, his face was so indifferent that he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and found that his current personality compared with himself 3000 years later, seemed like a Much more rebellious and unruly.

It turns out that this is what he looked like at the beginning. He is as self-willed and disobedient as all ordinary children, but also more... How should I put it, maybe more humane and less distant, Ye Wanqiu thought in a daze.

After being dazed for a while, Jin Zha finally calmed down: "But father is coming back soon, if he finds out that one of Xuanyuan's arrows is missing, you...you..."

"Let's talk about it when he finds out." Nezha sneered, and with a slight lift of the Huntian Ling in his hand, he flew away from the spot.

Jin Zha looked at his third brother, who was born as a fairy, and had always been unpredictable, shook his head helplessly, and muttered: "Anyway, he will be scolded if he is to be scolded. It's none of my business, so I don't bother to worry about it. snort!"

Ye Wanqiu blinked, bowed his knees and saluted: "I have met the eldest son." Jin Zha looked up weakly: "Get up."

"May I ask the eldest son, is the relationship between the third son and the master not very good?" she asked.

Jin Zha rolled his eyes: "You will know soon. But since you are Nezha's maid, let me remind you, don't get too close to him, just follow him from a distance."

"Thank you, Mr. Elder, for your suggestion." She nodded, and asked again, "I just don't know where the arsenal you just mentioned is?"

"Here." Jin Zha pointed to the tallest tower in his field of vision, "That's right there. I don't know how he got there." After speaking, he turned to look at Ye Wanqiu again, and asked a little strangely, "What do you do if you ask this?" What?"

"Third Young Master, if you don't see him, you won't see him. You still have to find him. Maybe he will go to the armory. Wan Qiu will leave."

"Go."

After leaving the west courtyard, Ye Wanqiu quickly went back to the low room to take out the Xuanyuan arrow that was under the cabinet, wrapped it in a white cloth, and walked to the armory in the direction Jin Zha said.Before she got close, she saw two rows of soldiers patrolling back and forth at the gate from a distance.There were also a few people dressed as leaders gathered around with serious faces, as if they were discussing something important.

Ye Wanqiu looked down at the Xuanyuan Arrow in his hand, and walked to the back door of the armory under the cover of the forest.When the patrolling soldiers had all walked to the front door, she quickly got out of the woods, surrounded by white light, and flew towards the attic as light as a swallow.

After landing, she looked down, opened the window and came into the spacious room where various cold weapons were placed.

Originally, Ye Wanqiu thought that he had to look down layer by layer to find the place where Xuanyuan arrows were stored, but he didn't expect to see the bow and arrow with dark green and gold patterns on the wall shelf as soon as he entered. There was only one in the quiver next to it. The arrow was still there, exactly the same as the one in her hand.

The sun was about to officially rise, and the sky that was still clear just now suddenly dimmed a lot.Ye Wanqiu walked cautiously among those silent and sharp spears and bronze swords, and had to reach out his hand from time to time to test whether there were other obstacles in front of him. He really missed the flashlight in modern society.

After finally touching the Xuanyuan Bow and putting the arrow back into the quiver, he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer downstairs, as if he was about to reach the top floor.

She was startled, and hurriedly ran towards the half-open window, but when she passed the row of wooden shelves with machetes, she was accidentally cut a hole in the skirt by those knives.

This damn ancient dress design...

Ye Wanqiu hadn't finished complaining when she suddenly felt something pulling her hair, followed by a sound of wood falling to the ground, and then her black hair just fell down.

"I rely on!"

She turned her head in horror and wanted to open the window again and go in to pick up the wooden hairpin, but the people outside suddenly opened the door at this moment and walked in.

Ye Wanqiu quickly squatted outside the window, smacked his forehead with his hand through his sleeve, and jumped down from the edge of the attic without making a sound.

The light golden morning light is like a newborn flower, gradually revealing from the horizon.The misty cool wind picked up her robe, and it fell from the sky like a bird.

The author has something to say: I have been stuck for four or five days and finally figured out how to write the latest chapter of the manuscript. It happened to be updated today, and the required word count has also been met. Let me save the manuscript again.

No update tomorrow, the day after tomorrow depends on the situation, Jiumi.