Chapter 226

Hearing the three words "hostess", song Xijiao's cheek immediately turned red. Why has it been so long that Ling Ziqing still hasn't put it down?

However, it was also the first time that song Xijiao saw Ling Ziqing angry and felt quite fresh. When he was angry, he would not be angry, even his expression did not change, but his black eyes were stained with a layer of coldness, which made people shiver.

"Well, what are you angry about?" Song Xijiao is also very familiar with Qingfeng. He can't bear to be scolded. He pretends to have nothing to do because he is criticized. "He is also concerned, but he is scared to see me pricking you with a needle. Qingfeng, get up quickly. I didn't hurt your childe. It's called acupuncture. I'm helping you dredge your heart

Although she said so, the breeze still knelt there and did not dare to move.

After staying for a while, song Xijiao saw that Ling Ziqing still didn't mean to let the breeze go. She poked him in the shoulder with her finger: "well, he's so good to you. Are you still mean to be cruel to him?"

Ling Ziqing couldn't help looking up at Song Xijiao and asked in a soft voice, "am I not good to you?"

"Good!" Song Xijiao immediately returned with a loud voice, and then murmured, "I'm not bad for you either."

Hearing the speech, Ling Ziqing finally showed a smile and sighed: "just, get up and remember what I said to you."

"Yes."

Qingfeng did not dare to be arrogant again. She lowered her head and put the painting on the table, pressed it with bamboo and wood, then bowed and left the yard.

In the past, Qingfeng always wanted to interrupt, but also loved to scold himself. Song Xijiao seldom saw his dejected appearance. He couldn't help but gloat. His smile grew deeper and deeper.

Ling Ziqing looks in the eye, also does not prick, just lean on the porch pillar of Pavilion, by her needle by needle into his body.

The breeze blows a few petals of the snow in June. It flies into the pavilion and falls on Ling Ziqing. At first glance, it looks like it's snowing.

Unconsciously, a set of needles finished, song Xijiao was about to clap her hands to say that it was finished, but she saw Ling Ziqing leaning against the pillar and unconsciously fell asleep.

A few strands of black hair floating with the wind, mixed with white petals, beautiful like a fairy on the snow outside the Great Wall.

Song Xijiao didn't dare to see more, so she quickly turned to the table and began to help Ling Ziqing mount his paintings.

Qingfeng brought a lot of paintings, including some portraits and some landscape freehand brushwork. The woman in the portrait is nine points like song Xijiao. Even if she doesn't want to admit it, she can't say it's not her own.

She put those portraits aside and selected a few landscape freehand paintings to help him mount them.

I don't know how long, Ling Ziqing slowly raised his eyes and looked at the girl in the green clothes and luoshang in the flowers. She was holding up a painting, hanging it in the sun and letting the wind dry the wet marks on it. Even if there was only one person busy, there was always a smile in her mouth, as if she was doing something interesting.

And he just looked at it from afar, and felt it was a kind of enjoyment.

"All right

After mounting the last painting, song Xijiao turned happily and faced Ling Ziqing's affectionate black eyes. She immediately showed a brilliant smile and said, "you wake up! I've already framed it for you

Said, she jumped into the pavilion, began to pull the needle on his body, one by one carefully into the cloth bag, and then asked with a smile: "how do you feel?"

Ling Ziqing stood up and nodded with a smile: "the ears are bright and the eyes are clear, the spirit is refreshing, and there is a magic effect."

Song Xijiao was a little proud and boasted: "of course, my master taught me this. My master's acupuncture skills are unique, and they are not willing to use them easily."

After carefully putting the cloth bag into the sleeve, song Xijiao looked up at the sun. It was almost to the top of her head. She said to Ling Ziqing, "I have to go. There is still a little work to be done in the bamboo paper farm today. "

"Well, I'll let the breeze send you."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Song Xijiao said that, afraid of Ling Ziqing's repentance, she turned and ran outside.

"Oh, don't run, or you'll fall."

Ling Ziqing was stunned and stopped in a hurry. However, seeing that song Xijiao had already carried her long skirt, she walked through the flower field in June and ran to the arch. She couldn't help but smile.

"Go, goodbye!"

When song Xijiao reached the arch, she turned back and waved to him. Then she went out.

When he returned to the bamboo paper mill, he bound the last three Buddhist scriptures, counted the numbers one by one and put them into the bamboo basket. Then he asked the clerk to rent a carriage to come over and take them out of the city.

Last time I went to Puji temple, she met Zhong Chun in the temple more than a month ago. According to Zhong Chun, this master Mengyun was his Savior. So song Xijiao came here not only to deliver Buddhist scriptures to master Mengyun in person, but also wanted to pay homage and donate some incense money to thank Master Mengyun for saving his life.

The air in the mountain is moist and quiet, which is much cooler than that at the foot of the mountain.Song Xijiao didn't let her buddies follow her and went up the mountain alone with the Buddhist scriptures on her back. When we arrived at the gate of Puji temple, we saw that the gate was wide open, and two familiar Xiao Heshang were sweeping the floor at the door with brooms.

"Well, it's you!"

These two little monks were the two little monks who went to the bamboo paper farm for alms last time. When song Xijiao saw them, she immediately called out in surprise.

The two little monks also recognized her, folded their hands and said with a smile, "benefactor, you are here again. But to find master Mengyun? "

"Yes, is he there?"

"Master Mengyun is seeing guests. Benefactor can go into the room and wait a moment."

Two young monks took song Xijiao into the temple, sat down in a room and poured her tea. Song Xijiao put the bamboo basket on the table, rubbed her shoulder, and then looked up at the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

Do not see do not know, a look surprised, hanging on the wall landscape painting, actually from Ling Ziqing's handwriting! It seems that lingziqing is really well-known. Even Puji temple, a big temple where the emperor has been, will hang lingziqing's paintings.

You know, Ling Ziqing is still very young, but only in his early twenties. Such a young man, even if he has talent and learning, is often questioned by many people. Unless he is skillful enough to be relegated, he will be accepted.

Ling Ziqing is the latter.

She was staring at the painting in a daze when she heard master Mengyun and a woman talking in the yard.

Last time I came, the little monk specially said that only distinguished guests can see Master Mengyun. I don't know which guest this time. She went to the door curiously and did not wait for her to make a sound. The woman who was talking with master Mengyun first looked at Song Xijiao in surprise: "is it you?"

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