The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Briars grow in the mountains.

It seems that as long as you find a place with wild roses, you can find the Resurrection Grass.

Chu Jin originally wanted to find Ah Zi to ask about the situation, but Ah Zi fell asleep on the table again, Chu Jin frowned slightly, this Ah Zi seemed a little abnormal recently.

It seems that I can only find a way by myself.

Nanshan is so big, and I am not familiar with the geographical environment here, where can I find wild roses?

Chu Jin lowered her eyebrows and sniffed the wild rose in her hand, with deep thoughts in her eyes.

The bright red flowers look so bright and moving against the jade-like cheeks, and it also perfectly interprets the saying that the moon is ashamed of flowers.

Seeing her like this, Mo Qingyi leaned forward and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Jin? What are you thinking?"

Chu Jin withdrew his thoughts, smiled slightly, "It's okay, let's go, aren't you hungry?"

Mo Qingyi knew that Chu Jin had his own little secret, so he didn't ask any further questions, and pulled Chu Jin and Miao Xinran forward with a smile.

Leaving three big men walking side by side, because the appearance and aura coexist.

It attracted many young girls to look back frequently, but they only looked back frequently, and they didn't dare to come forward to strike up a conversation.

Mo Qingyi is a child with ADHD, carrying a flower basket, bouncing and bouncing along the way without stopping, and along the way, as long as he meets people, no matter men, women or children, he will come forward and present a wild rose .

It is also well-known as: giving roses to others will leave a lingering fragrance in your hands.

When receiving the wild rose offered by Mo Qingyi, passers-by were stunned, thinking to themselves, whose melon baby is this.

And those single young men blushed even more when they received Mo Qingyi's flowers. Looking at the flowers in their hands, they made up a lot of dramas in their brains.

Behind Duanmu Zhe's face was almost darkened.

Mo Zhixuan reached out and patted Duanmu Zhe's shoulder, and said something meaningful, "Be patient."

Duanmu Zhe raised his eyes in surprise, suppressing the excitement in his body, "Ninth Brother?"

What does Brother Nine mean? Do you mean to support him?

But Mo Zhixuan didn't talk anymore, and resumed his dignified and cold appearance, his sharp and stern features were hidden under the light, faintly visible, mysterious and flamboyant.

Seeing him like this, Duanmuzhe swallowed and didn't say anything more.

At the corner of the street, a bright yellow figure flashed past.

Qin Jinyong's pupils shrank slightly, he paused, and said, "Ninth brother, Duanmu, I suddenly found something left in the inn, go back and get it, you go first, don't wait for me."

"Go." Mo Zhixuan opened his thin lips lightly, and said two words lightly.

Qin Jinyong nodded, turned around and ran quickly towards the inn.

Mo Zhixuan and Duanmuzhe continued to walk forward.

The group soon arrived at the specialty restaurant Duanmuzhe mentioned, and the roses in Mo Qingyi's hands were also scattered, and they even gave away the basket with flowers.

Like all the surrounding buildings, this restaurant is also a very old building.

The restaurant is very big, and there are many customers coming and going by the door, unlike the Duyin Inn where they stayed, which was very desolate.

As soon as he walked into the gate of the restaurant, Chu Jin's eyes were attracted by the stage set up in the middle of the hall. Tsing Yi on the stage was dressed in exquisite costumes and appeared beautifully on stage.

The babbling and melodious opera voice was introduced into the ears through the flowing air, "It turns out that there are so many purples and reds blooming everywhere, like this, they are all ruined..."

It is the most famous excerpt "A Dream in the Garden" from the Kunqu Opera "The Peony Pavilion".

Listening to the familiar singing voice and familiar makeup, Chu Jin's eyes gradually became moist.

In her previous life, when she was still Qin Jie, her grandma's best female role was Du Liniang. She often wore costumes and painted Du Liniang's makeup, and babbled and sang tirelessly in the garden by herself.

Xu was infected by her grandmother, she also liked Kunqu opera very much, and even almost became a Tsing Yi, but all this changed after meeting Shen Lingtian.

For Shen Lingtian, she gave up her favorite Kunqu opera, not only writing essays, but even wandering around shopping malls to drink with others.

In the end, it turned out to be a big fire.

Life is like a drama, drama is like life.

Just like Du Liniang on stage, after waking up from her dream, nothing awaits her.

After so many years, when she heard the long-lost Kunqu opera again, things were different.

Because of her willfulness, grandma turned into a pile of dry bones, and she turned into Chu Jin.

The group walked to the railing on the second floor and sat down.

The line of sight here is very good, as long as you lower your eyes, you can take in the whole restaurant.

After being seated, Chu Jin's attention was still focused on the stage. Qing Jun's face had no superfluous expression, but his eyes were very focused, and his eye sockets were even slightly red.

"Brother Jin, can you understand what she is singing?" Seeing her like this, Mo Qingyi moved her head curiously, and glanced downstairs. Anyway, she couldn't understand a word, babbling Yeah, the tone dragged on for a long time, and it sounded very boring.

Today's young people like pop music, DJ, high songs, how many of them will pay attention to these ancient operas?

Only those retired old people listen to some operas to pass the time.

Chu Jin withdrew his gaze, and said lightly, "I can understand a little bit."

"Brother Jin, are you bragging?" Mo Qingyi doubted Chu Jin for the first time, "If you can understand, tell us what Huangmei opera she is singing?"

In Mo Qingyi's heart, all babbling plays are called Huangmei Opera. Knowing that Huangmei Opera is still because of Mrs. Mo, she often watches some opera programs and occasionally hums a few lines of "The Son-in-law".

Chu Jin glanced at her, and said quietly, "She sings Kunqu Opera."

Mo Qingyi nodded thoughtfully, "It turns out that the Huangmei opera she sang is called Kunqu opera, but the name is so strange..."

Mo Zhixuan: "..."

Duanmu Zhe: "..."

Chu Jin patiently explained the difference between Kunqu Opera and Huangmei Opera in order not to mislead her children.

She spoke in great detail, but it was not complicated, and it was easy to understand. It was obvious at a glance that she had done in-depth research on this aspect.

It is said that people who do one thing seriously are the most attractive, and it is appropriate to use this sentence to describe the current Chu Jin.

She explained to Mo Qingyi very seriously, her voice was shallow, like a gurgling river, the ding-dong was clear, and the sound touched the ears, which could dispel the haze in the air and make people suddenly enlightened.

Wind and charm.

The old man at the back table couldn't stop nodding, with admiration in his eyes.

Mo Qingyi was confused, seeming to understand, but Miao Xinran's beautiful big eyes were full of admiration after listening to her words, "Wow, Ajin, you are too good. You actually know opera!"

Chu Jin smiled lightly, "There were elders in the family who liked to study these things before, so they knew more or less."

Mo Qingyi tilted her head and joked, "Brother Jin, tell me the truth, are you really not Tianshan Child Elder?"

Is this person really only eighteen years old?

Are there really 18-year-old girls who like such ancient operas?

Chu Jin gave her a white look, "If I were Tianshan Child Elder, I would be the first to eat you."

After listening to Chu Jin's explanation, Miao Xinran became very interested in Kunqu Opera. He held Chu Jin's hand and said, "Ah Jin, Ah Jin, tell me the story of the Peony Pavilion?"

Chu Jin nodded, and immediately described to Miao Xinran the background of the story of "The Peony Pavilion", and ended the story with the ten words "See you under the peony flower, and get married even if you are a ghost".

Knowing the whole story, listening to Tsing Yi's humming again, I felt a different kind of feeling in my heart.

Du Liniang is undoubtedly pitiful for a person who longs for freedom of marriage but is oppressed by feudal ethics. In the end, beautiful love can only be realized in dreams.

"Du Liniang is so pitiful..." Miao Xinran sighed with red eyes.

Mo Qingyi patted Miao Xinran on the shoulder, "Hey, hey, look at your worthless appearance, you have to remember that you are eighteen years old this year, not eighty years old!"

Miao Xinran let out an 'ah' and said, "You, a person without artistic talent, won't understand."

Mo Qingyi pouted dissatisfiedly, "Let's talk about it when I'm eighty years old..."

After a while, Qin Jinyong came late.

While saying apologetic words, he leaned over and sat down beside Miao Xinran, "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long."

When everyone arrived, Duanmuzhe called the waiter to serve the dishes.

Six people, ordered a table full of dishes, all of which are special dishes that cannot be eaten in the capital.

At the dinner table, Mo Zhixuan kept adding vegetables to Chu Jin's bowl, but he rarely moved his chopsticks.

Occasionally, Chu Jin would peel a shrimp for Mo Zhixuan, dip it in garlic chili sauce and put it on the plate in front of him.

So Mr. Mo, who never eats spicy food, quietly ate all the shrimp she peeled.

Watching the interaction between the two, Qin Jinyong frowned slightly.

Brother Nine really can't sink like this.

In this case, Brother Jiu will only be the one who will be hurt the most.

He had to cut through the mess quickly.

"Zhixuan." Right at that moment, a gentle, watery voice appeared in the air.

Everyone at the table looked up subconsciously, and saw that the person who came was a woman in her twenties, wearing a bright yellow dress with phoenix tail embroidered on the hem, with a gentle temperament, which fit well The appearance of a woman from a water village in the south of the Yangtze River.

Qin Jinyong stood up immediately, and said in surprise, "Zhu Rao, why are you here?"

The woman nodded with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet you here either."

Duanmu Zhe greeted very politely, "Hello, Sister Zhurao."

Qin Zhurao responded politely.

It can be seen that this is a woman raised in a boudoir with very good etiquette.

However, she obviously knew Qin Jinyong and Duanmu Zhe, but she only called Mo Zhixuan by name, which is a bit interesting.

It was obviously the first time for Miao Xinran and Mo Qingyi to see Qin Zhurao, and their eyes were full of curiosity when they saw this person.

The waiter brought the chairs.

It was originally a round table for six people, but there was one more person suddenly, it was inevitably crowded, and the six people were all in pairs, no matter where Qin Zhuluo sat, he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Just let me here." Qin Jinyong said suddenly.

Hearing this, the waiter put the chair in his hand beside Qin Jinyong, with Mo Zhixuan on Qin Jinyong's left and Miao Xinran on his right.

In this way, the person on Qin Jinyong's left became Qin Zhurao, and the person on Mo Zhixuan's left also became Qin Zhurao.

Looking at it this way, it feels a bit like hugging left and right.

I don't know whether Qin Jinyong did it on purpose or not.

Chu Jin didn't care much, the left and right were just seats.

Mo Zhixuan frowned calmly, perhaps out of concern for Qin Zhurao's face, he didn't say anything to stop him, but moved the chair to Chu Jin's side.

As soon as Qin Zhurao came, the atmosphere at the dinner table changed instantly.

Mo Qingyi was too embarrassed to make too much chewing noise even while eating.

Because Qin Zhurao is so gentle and elegant, even speaking in a soft voice, like a woman who came out of an ancient picture of a lady, not at all like a modern person.

"Zhixuan, I haven't seen you for many years, you are still the same, nothing has changed." Qin Zhurao looked at Mo Zhixuan and spoke slightly, his voice was extremely gentle.

Hearing what she said, one knew that she and Mo Zhixuan were old acquaintances.

Mo Zhixuan pursed his lips, only said a faint 'hmm' when he heard the words, and then said, "You too."

Qin Zhurao smiled, "I can't compare with you," and continued, "By the way, I've heard about Chu Yi, don't be too sad, sorry."

Mentioning the old love in front of the new love at the dinner table, this is the rhythm of making things happen.

Chu Jin subconsciously felt that this Qin Zhurao was not a good person.

However, Mo Zhixuan was not angry, but said with a normal expression, "She is reaping the consequences of herself, and there is nothing worthy of sympathy."

It can be seen that Mo Zhixuan treats Qin Zhurao differently from other women,

If it were someone else, Mo Zhixuan might not have such a good temper.

Qin Zhurao sighed, "Although I said so, Chu Yi is the only blood of the Zheng family after all, and when Zilong was alive..." At this point, Qin Zhurao's words stopped abruptly, "I'm sorry! Am I What did you say wrong?"

Zheng Chuyi is not only the only blood of the Zheng family left in the world, but also Zheng Zilong's favorite sister. Zheng Zilong's death has always been a knot in Mo Zhixuan's heart. He feels guilty towards Zheng Zilong, so even if it happened like that Mo Zhixuan still treated Zheng Chuyi as a relative, and even allowed her to live in Mo's house during that time.

This is a promise, a promise to a deceased person.

But now, Zheng Chuyi died, and at the hands of Mo Zhixuan's fiancée, wouldn't this make him a villain with no promises and no trustworthiness?

Qin Zhurao's words were intended to highlight Mo Zhixuan's guilt towards Zheng Zilong, because she knew that Mo Zhixuan had always been an upright gentleman.

Once Mo Zhixuan feels guilt towards Zheng Zilong again, then he will definitely have suspicions about the real murderer. This move is also deliberately trying to provoke the relationship between Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin.

That Zheng Chuyi is really stupid. She has such a good deck of cards in her hand, yet she can beat her so badly!

In the end, he died directly!

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Mo Zhixuan's expression changed.

Qin Zhurao raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction.

In terms of means, she is more than ten times better than Zheng Chuyi, but it's a pity that she doesn't have a good brother like Zheng Zilong.

There was some silence on the table, Qin Jinyong and Duanmuzhe both knew what happened back then, but they didn't know how to speak at the moment.

As for Mo Qingyi and Miao Xinran, they were confused and confused.

Chu Jin listened calmly and did not answer.

As long as the goal is achieved, Qin Zhurao did not continue this topic, but continued, "Zhixuan, I think the little girl sitting next to you looks very strange, why didn't you introduce me?"

Only then did Mo Zhixuan stand up, and introduced to Qin Zhurao, "This is my fiancée, Chu Jin." After that, he said to Chu Jin again, "Ah Jin, this is Miss Qin Zhurao, who is also my mother's life-saver. benefactor."

This can be regarded as explaining why he treats Qin Zhurao in a special way.

Hearing this, Qin Zhurao laughed and said, "What kind of life-saving benefactor does not save life-saving benefactor, Zhixuan, you are too outrageous to say that! Since I am a descendant of Bian Que, it is my responsibility to practice medicine and save people."

Yu Luo stretched out his right hand towards Chu Jin, and said softly, "Hello Miss Chu, I am very glad to meet you here."

Chu Jin noticed that Qin Zhurao was still wearing a pair of thin gloves, which were transparent, like cicada wings, and embroidered with hollowed-out patterns. It's kind of disrespectful.

Chu Jin hesitated for a moment, reached out and touched her fingertips, and smiled slightly, "Me too, glad to meet you."

After the two sat down, Mo Qingyi looked at Qin Zhurao strangely and asked, "You just said that you are a descendant of Bian Que, the ancestor of medicine?"