I didn't intend to be a Fairy

"Gudu..."

The little girl held the bowl of rice wine, raised her head and drank the last sip into her mouth, but instead of swallowing it, she wrapped it in her mouth, her face was bulging and her mouth was puckered into a ball. Because I just drank rice wine, it was red and moist. And she was sitting on the floor with her back to the Taoist priest, her eyes were moving around, her feet were moving around, she no longer concentrated on eating, and began to be bored and dazed.

After watching for a while, I swallowed the rice wine.

I can't help but smash my mouth a few times.

The coarse fermented glutinous glutinous rice soup and the rice wine sent by General Chen are two different things. It doesn't smell like wine, but has a strong rice fragrance. It's cold and sweet, which she likes very much.

Without hesitation, I filled another bowl from the jar.

He didn't rush to drink it when it was filled, so he put it there, turned his head, and stared blankly at his own Taoist priest who was talking to the woman.

However, it soon became boring.

How can someone put such a delicious Laozui soup and don’t try hard to drink it, such a delicious fish and mutton soup, don’t try hard to eat mutton and chicken, and focus most of their attention on speech?

Are adults always this boring?

Or occasionally?

Little girls are extraordinarily active in their thinking.

"Mistress Sanhua."

A maid's voice came from ahead.

The maid seemed to have eaten and drank enough, and seemed not interested in the conversation between the Taoist and the master, and was looking at her with a smile: "Is the lady Sanhua bored? How about I come and play with the lady Sanhua?"

"Empress Sanhua has her own tail."

"That's up to you."

The little girl was still sitting next to the Taoist, with her small body leaning against the Taoist's waist, in a daze, as if thinking about something, or not thinking about anything, occasionally turned her head and looked at the maid.

The whole person fell into a strange state.

"call……"

The cold wind blows, shaking the white gauze curtain.

The fluttering curtains caught her attention.

The little girl couldn't help turning her head, staring straight at the curtain, then turned around blankly, and with a bang, she turned into a cat and started running around in the empty upstairs, straightened up to grab the curtain, or Nervously ran from left to right, stopped for a while, stared at the air, and ran in another direction.

Otherwise, it would be frantic scratching at the edge of the pillar.

Or chase the tail in circles, lie down and bite the tail, or run to the edge of the second floor and take a walk on the railing.

After playing for a while, he ran back to the Taoist, approached two small bowls, licked a few mouthfuls of mutton soup, and licked a few mouthfuls of fermented glutinous rice soup, paying attention to the rain and dew evenly, and no one was left out, and repeated.

After drinking enough, he turned around again and continued running wildly on the floor.

The Taoist still listened to the woman's detailed explanation.

"The most amazing thing is the old willow tree that has lived since ancient times. It has the power to reach the heavens and the earth. Looking at all the goblins and ghosts in the world, it may be difficult to find someone who is stronger than him. But as early as in the north Many years ago during the war, I have never heard of his old man, and now the way of heaven is evolving so fast, maybe he has already disappeared." Miss Wan Jiang said, "The white rhinoceros family was implicated by the white bull king. , It is estimated that they are facing a comprehensive investigation of the Tiangong, and the dragon clan heard that they have also gone south. In order to survive forever, they are going to follow the example of Anqing Yanxian and seek incense and gods from the world."

"What are your plans?"

"Is the Taoist asking us, or the Yuezhou fox?"

"Is there any difference?"

"If you ask us, you have to ask the head teacher first. Is it out of curiosity and concern among friends, or out of humanity." The woman laughed, "If you ask the fox in Yuezhou, we can't tell the head teacher."

"Forget it."

Song You didn't even think about it, and then laughed again: "Have you ever seen the sacred bird of Yuezhou?"

"I saw it once when I was a child."

"And how did it come about?"

"There are many rumors about the divine bird. Some say it is a natural elf raised by the earth, some say it was formed after the death of an ancient power, and some say it is just a vision of heaven and earth. As for the specifics, I am afraid that only those who accidentally saw it in the era when the divine bird was first born can tell. Understood." The woman was upright, and said with a smile, "But when Wanjiang first got the chance to see it, Wanjiang was at the beginning of spiritual wisdom, and it was also a troubled world. I only felt that it was so beautiful that it surpassed all the sufferings in the world. , and took away countless grievances and obsessions, I felt that it didn't matter how it came, and it was a great fortune to have seen it."

"rational."

The fire in the small earthenware stove is not strong, but after so long, it has slowly boiled the mutton soup to a boil, the milky white soup bottom is bubbling, and the heat is rising.

Song You took the pea tips, put them in, and just scalded them, then picked them up and put them in a bowl.

The most tender pea tips, which become soft instantly after being put into the pot, with the broth of mutton soup and the fragrance of the pea tips themselves, the Taoist is really satisfied after eating them. In a trance, there is a feeling of being on the mountain when I was with my master and Hei Yu. It feels like the Taoist master is cooking a small hot pot in a Taoist temple in the cold winter.

Just raising his eyes a little, he saw a fox demon on the opposite side of the smoke.

The woman looked at him with a smile, as if asking what was on his mind.

"Eat meat!"

At this moment, a small hand holding a piece of mutton stretched out and placed it in front of the Taoist.

Looking along the hand, it was Mistress Sanhua's stubborn face.

It seems that he can't see him eating grass.

"..."

The Taoist looked down at the oily and wet hand, with dust still visible, and politely pushed it away: "Mistress Sanhua, eat it by yourself."

Empress Sanhua had small hands, she didn't disobey him, she could push him away easily.

However, in the next moment, the hand that had just been pushed away stretched out again.

"Eat meat!"

The little girl stared at him with a firm face.

"..."

The Taoist had a look of helplessness on his face.

The woman on the opposite side looked at him calmly, while the maid behind the woman smiled, as if she wanted to see his joke.

"Empress Sanhua learned how to use chopsticks early tomorrow, and she also has a superb ability to use chopsticks. Why is she grabbing meat with her hands today?" the Taoist asked helplessly.

"How many more hands are there than chopsticks?"

"It makes sense." The maid on the opposite side echoed, "And the hands are more flexible."

"You still have to use chopsticks."

"OK."

Empress Sanhua answered bluntly, and instantly changed the meat from her right hand to her left, picked up the chopsticks, and passed them from her hands to the Taoist again.

"Eat meat!"

"Mistress Sanhua has a lot of dust on her hands..."

"It's just dust!"

"Miss Sanhua is right, it's just dust, born in the world, how can it not be dusty?" The maid thought deeply, "Before we became spirits, we all ate meat on the ground. Will roll around in the mud, why don’t we still eat it?”

"..."

The Taoist was not in a hurry, picked up the chopsticks, and walked around the pot to pick up some pieces of mutton: "I'll do it myself."

Empress Sanhua was taken aback when she saw this.

After all, she just couldn't bear to see her Taoist priests grazing grass and not meat. She didn't have to let the Taoist priests eat what she was holding. After a little hesitation, she took the meat back from the chopsticks. Just as she was about to eat it herself, she caught sight of The smiling Fox Tail sat across from him, his expression fixed, and he sent the meat over.

"you eat!"

"..."

The smile on the maid's face froze immediately.

With a bang, the meat had already landed in her bowl.

The little girl was upright, sitting and watching her.

I don't know how long it took, the leftovers on the table have been removed, only the fruit and rice wine are left, and the maid brought the Guqin for the master.

Guqin made of black wood, with golden cloud patterns.

"I heard that this qin was used by gods thousands of years ago?" Song You looked down at the qin.

"The rumors are true. This piano has indeed been passed down for thousands of years." Miss Wan Jiang said, "It is the piano of the ancient Qin master of the Yu Dynasty, and it was used by the music saint worshiped by the Yue family. This Qin was once collected by the court of the Yu Dynasty, but after the Yu Dynasty collapsed, the imperial capital fell, and the imperial palace was also broken down, this Qin was left among the people. People have worked so hard to get this violin, and risked thousands of miles to give it to him as a gift."

"What a friendship."

"That's right." Miss Wanjiang said, "I heard that at that time, people would die for fame and sacrifice their lives for friendship. For the demon, the world changed so fast."

"One step has a lot of knowledge."

"Is the Taoist priest talking about Wanjiang being old?"

"I know it's not true."

"Just a joke."

The woman smiled at him, and then said: "I talked with the Taoist priest today. I no longer hesitated, and I put away many pretense. It was really fun. It was like going boating on the river that year. Wan Jiang was already interested, so I asked the Taoist priest to allow me to talk to you later. Jiang played a piece of piano for the Taoist priest to cheer up the wine."

"All ears."

"..."

The woman smiled at him and lowered her head.

His fingers are slender, and he is not in a hurry. He presses the string with his left hand and hooks it with his right hand. As soon as the first note comes out, it seems to sway in people's heart when played at a close distance.

The Taoist listened quietly.

Outside the window, it was raining and snowing, and the north wind was whistling. Occasionally, the noise downstairs could be heard. Unknowingly, the wind seemed to have stopped. The curtains on the upper floor were drawn down, and the people downstairs also fell silent.

The sound of the piano sounded again in the Crane Tower.

The art of the qin is magical, and the sound of the qin comes naturally to the heart. Even people who do not love music can have a picture in their hearts. If they love vocal music on weekdays, they will be even more intoxicated.

People listened so engrossed that even the sound of the piano stopped, and few people noticed when the Taoist walked out of the house with the little girl.

By the time they reacted, the sound of the piano had stopped for a long time.

I don't know who started to say the first sentence in a low voice, and everyone immediately lowered their heads to discuss.

"Miss Wanjiang is playing the piano again?"

"Could it be that gentleman knows medicine?"

"It will never be..."

"Don't talk nonsense! The sound of the qin is smooth and pleasant, without any sadness or disappointment. It just sounds pleasant, like meeting San Chunhui. How could it be what you think?"

"That statement makes sense. Miss Wanjiang must be cured of her illness and be in a happy mood. That's why she played this song."

"..."

Some servants from Hexian Tower came out, respectfully, and invited the few people standing at the door who were fond of qin and wine but couldn't afford the high expenses in the house, and those women who hadn't played the qin for a long time and still came to watch every day to enter the lobby, and stayed in the lobby All the dignitaries and dignitaries in the hall sat together, and brought the best wine from Hexian Tower, and invited everyone to drink together, and then the sound of the piano upstairs rang again.

At this time, the Taoist had already walked half a street.

Attracted by the sound of the piano, he firmly grasped the hand of the dishonest Empress Sanhua, while stopping to look back.

I don't know how many people gathered there on the street.

At this time, I am afraid that only Taoists will know——

After today, there will be no Wanjiang in Changjing who is proficient in piano skills.