Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng walked to the middle-aged woman and shoved her hand to salute.

Seeing that the person was not falling, he left without turning around because he knew the middle-aged woman.

On the night of the Qingteng Banquet, he was sent to the bottom of the Black Dragon Pool by Mo Yu, and finally he was extremely difficult and dangerous to get out of the trap. He came to the ground in a pond. The middle-aged woman was by the pond. Washing clothes was almost injured by a stubborn squirrel.

He knew very well that the lights in the Baicao Garden were unlikely to fall back, but when he saw that it wasn’t falling, he was inevitably lost.

Looking at the dark Qiu Lin around him, he wondered slightly, how could this middle-aged woman appear in the Baicao Garden since she was in the palace? Depending on the age, this middle-aged woman should be a female officer in the palace. If it is the concubine of the first emperor, then this matter is a bit troublesome.

He was a little vigilant. He walked to the middle-aged woman and asked two gestures with his hand gestures, because he was afraid that the other party would be frightened. To the other party.

He asked how she got out of the palace.

The middle-aged woman looked at him quietly without answering.

Chen Changsheng was stunned and stroked again, but this time it was slower. He believed the meaning was clear enough: how did you get here from the palace?

The middle-aged woman smiled and raised her right hand with a key in her finger.

Chen Changsheng's eyesight is good, the light in the Baicao Garden is a bit dim, and he can see the rust on the key, and there are two new scratches, or just got it, it seems that this old key is before tonight It has not been used in a long time.

When Mo Yu left the State College of Education that day, he saw the old door on the palace wall. Did this key open the door? Does this middle-aged woman have the power to enter and leave the palace at will? Then her status in the palace is certainly not low.

The middle-aged woman pointed to the stone table and motioned him to sit down.

After thinking for a long time, Chen Changsheng sat down.

The middle-aged woman turned and looked at a wooden house deep in Baicao Garden. After a long silence, her left hand suddenly fell on the stone table and tapped twice.

There is a pot of tea on the table and two tea cups behind the oil lamp.

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant, picked up the teapot, filled a teacup, and respectfully delivered it to the middle-aged woman.

The tea in the pot is not fragrant, but very rich, it should be aged black tea.

Sitting across the table, you can see more clearly. With the appearance of a middle-aged woman, it should not be the concubine of the first emperor, it may be the female officials or even the female officials who are used by the empress lady in the palace. Her respect has nothing to do with her possible status, just because she is much older than herself.

He believes that the length of survival is very important, and like black tea in a cup, the more old and more fragrant, the more precious, the more you can produce from it. He regrets that it is difficult for him to go through the years, so Specially respect the elders and pay attention to seniority ethics.

The middle-aged woman picked up the teacup, handed it to her lips, and took a sip.

Chen Changsheng noticed that her lips are much thicker and more powerful than ordinary women.

Staring at the lips of a woman, even a woman who is much older and looks ordinary, is still a very impolite thing. He wakes up and quickly looks away, and then sees the stone table. That teacup.

At night, there is no one in Jingqiuyuan, why are there two teacups?

He looked at the middle-aged woman and asked if he could drink tea. He used to break Xuanyuan's wounds and he sweated a lot, but now he is really thirsty.

The middle-aged woman did not look at him, nodded slightly, and she should have agreed.

Chen Changsheng took a cup of tea and took a sip, and found that the tea soup was thick and mellow, and it was a rare good tea. Even the famous tea given to him by Xiaojing some time ago could not match the seemingly crude one in the pot. Black tea is on a par.

What is the taste of tea? In addition to the material of the tea itself, the most important thing is the person who makes the tea.

People who can make such a pot of black tea are naturally extraordinary.

Chen Changsheng looked at the middle-aged woman's vision and became more respectful.

He put down the teacup and waited for the other person to ask questions.

However, the starlight sank to the bottom of the cup, and the middle-aged woman said nothing.

She sat quietly at the table and looked at the branches and flowers in the Baicao Garden. Her eyes seemed to have no emotions, but she had all kinds of emotions.

Just without him.

Chen Changsheng felt a little embarrassed and a little nervous, and was not used to this kind of speechless scene.

With the passage of time, he gradually adapted to this atmosphere, no longer thinking about anything, poured tea for the middle-aged woman and himself, and then drank tea, silently, listening to the last insect chirping in the autumn garden, his mood gradually calmed down, He even started to get drunk.

It was only at this time that he remembered that he had always liked quietness and was used to quietness.

He doesn't like talking, that's how he grew up.

But after coming to Kyoto, whether in the Eastern Imperial Palace or the Imperial Palace Abandoned Garden, to Mrs. Xu, Shuanger, and Mo Yu girl, he had a lot to say for some reason. After he came to the National College of Education, Tang Sanshi no longer cherished words as gold as he did when he first met him, and exposed the essence of tuberculosis. He also had to accompany him to speak.

This made him feel very hard.

No one stipulates that when two people sit together, they have to talk.

It’s good to sit quietly like this.

If you have occasional communication, you don't have to talk, you just need to compare your hands.

He seemed to have returned to Xining Town. At the stream behind the old temple, he and Brother Yu were quietly reading the Taoist Tibetan Medicine Sutra by starlight, and when he saw something that he didn’t understand, he and Brother made gestures to each other and gestured to each other. Continue reading quietly.

The riverside at that time, like the Baicao Garden at that time, was very quiet and very comfortable.

The town of Xining is very remote, it is dark after nightfall, the starlight is very bright, and it falls like snow on the ground. After he came to Kyoto, in addition to the complicated people living here, the least accustomed to it were the lights at night and the starlight that seemed to become muddy and dim.

Several successive autumn rains washed the sky of Kyoto. In addition to the weak oil lamp on the stone table in the Baicao Garden, there is no longer any light. The lanterns in the arrow tower of the palace not far away are also covered by the dense forest, and the starlight seems to become brighter.

Starlight fell through the tip of Qiulin and fell on his face.

He looked up at the stars, missing the old temple in Xining Town and his brother, but his eyes were squinted by the starlight.

Under the shining starlight, his eyebrows were so clean.

He squinted his eyes, and the childishness that he usually hid revealed.

He was still as amiable as usual, and he was more cute.

It was at this time that the middle-aged woman withdrew her gaze to Baicao Garden and looked at him.

She looked at him quietly.

He squinted his eyes, missed it, missed and missed it.

She stared at him stunned.

She misses and misses just ended, and can only miss and miss.

She lifted her right hand and landed gently on his face, slowly stroking it.

Chen Changsheng was taken aback, opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged woman.

He was not used to this kind of physical closeness, and had little experience since childhood, not to mention this middle-aged woman, he didn't know him at all, but only met on both sides.

He subconsciously tried to avoid it, but saw the middle-aged woman's eyes.

Those eyes like the star lake have extremely complex emotions, and finally gradually become sad and weak.

Thinking that this middle-aged woman can't speak, lived in the deep palace for many years, I don't know how many sinister and sad things he has experienced, he can't bear to leave, so he can let her palm move gently on her face, just that kind of It feels really strange.

The woman's warm and generous palm slowly stroked his face, and his body became very stiff, and he gradually relaxed after a long time.

Suddenly, the middle-aged woman squeezed his cheek, like an elder teasing a baby.

Chen Changsheng couldn't sit back anymore, got up quickly, took two steps back, saluted and said, "I have to go back."

After speaking, he remembered that the other party was deaf and mute, and he made two quick gestures.

The middle-aged woman laughed when he watched him react so intensely.

Of course, there was no sound in her smile, but there was a sense of heroism in the pitch, so that everyone who looked at it knew that she was laughing indulgently. (Note)

Without waiting for Chen Changsheng to leave, the middle-aged woman got up and walked deep into Baicao Garden.

Chen Changsheng thought about it and followed.

The night breeze flicked, and the fallen leaves floated on the stone table, swirling around the teapot and two teacups.

After waiting for twenty years, the teapot and cups and the tea stove beside the table ushered in the former owner. I don't know how many years to wait next time.

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What surprised Chen Changsheng was that the middle-aged woman did not go to the National College of Education, but walked directly into the depths of Baicao Garden until he came to the old mottled palace wall and looked at the old door before he knew, It turned out that she and Mo Yu had different doors.

The middle-aged woman ignored him and didn't care about him. He took out the key and inserted it into the lock. With two clicks, the lock was opened, and a squeaking sound cut through the silent night sky. The old wooden door Being pushed away, she went in.

It wasn't until this time that Chen Changsheng confirmed that there was nothing, so let go, let go of the hand that had been holding the sword hilt, looked at the middle-aged woman's back, yelled, wanted to say something, but the door He closed quickly in front of his eyes.

Just left? He was a little stunned until he remembered that she could not hear her voice, but he was a little relieved.

The closed wooden door seems to blend into the palace wall.

He looked at the door, feeling a little confused.

Is what happened tonight real?

How is it similar to those ghost stories in Daozang?

However, the slightly astringent and fragrant tea taste still lingers between lips and tongue.

The warm touch was still on his face.

He shook his head and turned to leave.

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On the side of the door that Chen Changsheng could not see, there was a long passage.

The passage is covered with moss and vines. Under the vines, there are at least six types of formations and organs that can kill the powerful players on the star.

The floor of the passage is dry stone bricks.

The middle-aged woman walked slowly on the stone brick, her expression gradually changed.

In just over ten steps, an indescribable majesty returned to her body.

That seemingly ordinary face became extremely beautiful.

Not that kind of weak beauty, but extremely dazzling beauty.

When she walked out of the passage, the surrounding scenery also changed.

The palace under the night is majestic.

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(There are still a few sentences, moved to the next chapter, because it is broken here, the most beautiful, I always write things that can not control the requirements for the beauty type, there is really no way for the appearance association, see you tomorrow, ah, tomorrow It’s Monday, please don’t forget to vote for the recommendation, and see if there are monthly tickets?)

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