Lamp Flower Smile

The words of thanks were light and airy, but the speaker's expression was sincere, not as cold and distant as usual, calm and calm.

Lu Zhen's eyes moved.

A few days ago, she asked Pei Yunying to do a favor for her because she had saved her life at the Sunan execution ground.

She asked Pei Yunying to draw a drawing of eyebrows and place it in Fengle Building.

Fengle Building in Rouge Hutong is the favorite place for wealthy businessmen in Shengjing to hang out, listen to operas, eat wine, rest, and buy sex...

My sister accidentally entered this place because of Ke Chengxing and died here.

Pei Yunying agreed to this matter and even did more. His men were well-versed and lived up to expectations, and they quickly figured out the layout of Fengle Building. The top row of lofts is Fengle Building, which is specially prepared for distinguished guests. They are those "fat sheep" who have a certain status and are different from ordinary wealthy businessmen.

Qi Yutai has always lived in "Jingzhe".

He was generous, and the shopkeeper was willing to reserve this room for him. When something happened to Lu Rou, the servants of the Qi family who came over after hearing the news smoothed everything over for Qi Yutai. The shopkeeper got a glimpse of this person's extraordinary status.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, there was never a guest who was "fighting for a room", and the owner of Fengle Building never lent Jingzhe to another person for money.

However, just a few days before Qi Yutai's accident, the owner of Fengle Restaurant had something to do in his hometown and temporarily returned to his hometown, leaving the restaurant to his cousin. There are many gaps in this.

First, he pretends to be a guest and fights with Qi Yutai, which makes Qi Yutai's blood surge up after taking the powder. The sachet worn by the "guest" contains medicinal materials, which intensifies the wind evil and enters the blood.

The oil lamp that the "Singer" accidentally knocked over ignited a fire and burned the scroll in the room, only to reveal the painting under the scroll. It was a painting specially prepared by Lu Zhen for Qi Yutai, and it was also the last medicine for his "panic and madness".

Although Fengle Tower is not as well-guarded as Yuxian Tower, it still requires a lot of help from Pei Yunying to arrange it in such a situation. The people under him were more powerful than Lu Chen had imagined, and Lu Chen even had the illusion that what this man said at the time, that he could help her kill Qi Yutai, might not be a joke.

However, what happened is over and there is no reason to regret.

Lu Chen thought for a while, then reached out to open the bag hanging on his waist, took out a small, pink porcelain jar and handed it to Pei Yunying.

Pei Yunying was surprised: "What is this?"

"I also prepared a pair of Jin Xianrong's maintenance medicine for Mr. Pei."

Pei Yunying: "..."

Seeing his silence, Lu Yun rarely took the initiative to explain: "Thanks to Mr. Pei for helping us with this fire. After thinking about it, Sunan's side happened many years ago."

"This is my thank you gift to Mr. Pei."

Pei Yunying said expressionlessly: "Take it away."

"Your Excellency, you might as well accept it." Lu Zhu said seriously, "I changed the recipe. After the Huangmaogang Hunting Ground, the palace commander sent some prey, and I took the deer blood. Deer blood is hot in nature, warms the kidneys and nourishes yang. It nourishes blood and replenishes essence, and is quite nourishing for kidney yang deficiency. It is best used as medicine.”

"The Imperial Medicine Institute can't make a second bottle."

She said it seriously, as if this was really an expensive thank you gift, and he would be a fool without vision if he didn't accept it.

Pei Yunying smiled instead of getting angry.

He said in a cold voice: "If you push this thing to me again, I will have people spread rumors in the imperial city tomorrow that I am your fiancé."

Lu Chen: "..."

She silently put away the medicine jar.

This person doesn't know what's good and what's wrong.

And be shameless.

The atmosphere in the room became cold for a moment, as if he sensed her murmur, Pei Yunying coughed lightly, glanced at her, and said, "But how did you think of mixing the cinnabar with those concoctions?"

The "thrush painting" in the "Jingzhe" room in Fengle Tower was created by Lu Zhuo for Pei Yunying.

The Thunder Picture is an ordinary silk painting, but the "Thrush Picture" under the Thunder Picture uses materials that are anything but ordinary.

The scrolls were soaked in medicinal juice prepared by Lu Zhuo in advance, and along with the fire, the fragrance in the painting was so fragrant that it made people psychedelic.

The pigments used to trace the lines were mixed by Lu Zhu himself. Stone snake slough, mica, tobacco gum, blue water, insect white wax... various medicinal materials were refined through special methods, mixed with cinnabar, and painted into the picture. Half of the The color will disappear after a while. However, in the event of a fire, the cinnabar regained its color.

Lu Zhun asked Pei Yunying to use this material to paint the seven orifices of the characters in the painting.

The fire grew stronger and burned the thundering picture. Si Lifu's "Dream of Spring Grass in the Pond" had been invading Qi Yutai for a long time, and his epilepsy was on the verge of breaking out. All he needed was the last dose of medicine.

Qi Yutai had just taken the powder and smelled the fragrance. The blood and Qi merged together, and the Qi merged with the Yang. Suddenly, he saw this picture of eyebrows, which brought back memories of the past. When he saw the person in the painting bleeding from the seven orifices, he must have a weak heart and stop the flow of Qi. , in a trance.

She had read Qi Yutai's medical records. Although the true circumstances were covered up, she could still tell that Qi Yutai was bedridden for a long time after the case of Yang Weng in Mangming Township. And then the Taishi Mansion drove away all the birds.

The first time I was frightened by a foreign object, I could still suppress it, but the second time it would be much more serious.

After that, the fire in Fengle Building continued to burn. The fire started from the top pavilion. The thrush picture was burned out by the fire, leaving no trace. Even if someone suspected it later and went up to the attic and found the ruins after the fire, no clues could be found.

I would just think it was the nonsense of the Grand Master who had taken too much Hanshi Powder and was in a trance.

"It's so perfect." A voice of approval came to his ears, and Pei Yunying tilted his head, "But this method is new, how did you learn about it?"

This method of changing pigments is not taught in medical science and pharmacology.

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment.

She lowered her head and took a sip of the white lotus dew in front of her. The dew was cold, and the sweetness seemed slightly bland, even a little bitter.

"My father told me."

Pei Yunying was slightly startled.

As if for the sake of beauty, the sweet syrup vendor put two broken lotus petals in the bamboo cup. The pink and white broken flowers floated in the clear syrupy water, rising and falling, like a boat illuminated by the moonlight in a lotus pond on a summer night.

Lu Chen was in a daze for a moment.

It seemed like someone was calling her from behind: "Girl, Zhuo, slow down!"

She was jumping in front of her. When she turned around, she saw her mother pulling Lu Rou and calling her from behind. Lu Qian and his father were walking behind, each holding several tubes of sweet syrup.

"Hurry up!" she complained, "I won't be able to catch up with the water play later——"

Every year around the summer solstice in Changwu County, people will set up a stage by the small river in the county to sing water plays.

At this time, people from every household in the city take ferries to go to the river to watch the show.

Children don't like to listen to some of the most famous plays of the class club. Talking about love, hatred, promotion and wealth, loyalty, filial piety, etiquette, etc. all sounds distant and boring.

The most popular ones are ghost plays. For example, a child in Zhangjiazhai died unjustly today and will turn into a ghost to seek revenge tomorrow. The statue of the God of Wealth in the Li family temple will turn into an old woman at night and eat the hearts of wealthy people. The ghost in the new tomb on the mountain next door Every night the bride would pick a passing man to come over to get married... The children screamed in fright while listening with great interest.

Lu Chen also loved to hear the story about "the headless ghost's revenge and death".

One year, Banshe came to court with great effort and changed the play of "Headless Ghost".

The lanterns on the stage were dim, only the actors' costumes painted with oil were bright. The red lantern shone slightly in front of the paper house door, and a big white face with bleeding eyes suddenly appeared on the wall.

"Wow——" sound.

Lu Jing's loud cry startled all the egrets in the lotus pond.

That year, many children watching the theater in Changwu County were frightened and cried, and Lu Chen got fever when he returned home. The neighbor's aunt Fei said that she was entangled in dirty things and wanted to go to the mountain to ask an aunt to call out the ghost.

Lu Rou and Lu Qian sat in front of her bed, looking at her worriedly.

She was wrapped in a blanket and huddled at the foot of the bed. She felt that such a big white face would appear at any time in the tent, in front of the cupboard door, or under the table, and she did not dare to close her eyes for a moment.

However, in just two days, the originally round face also looked two points thinner.

Her father walked in from the door and taught her to put on her clothes and get out of bed.

She refused.

"Get up." Father said, "I'll teach you how to catch ghosts."

Ghost hunting?

After all, her curiosity about catching ghosts was greater than that of lying in bed. She shuffled out of bed and walked to her father. His father sat her down at the paper-covered table and handed her a paint-stained pencil. Pen.

The pigment is like cinnabar, but it is different from ordinary cinnabar. The texture is too sticky.

Her father asked her to write a word.

Lu Yan drew a "ghost" with a flying phoenix and a dancing phoenix.

The vermilion handwriting was scrawled like a painting, and it was difficult to tell whether it was a character or a symbol. My father held his forehead and sighed.

Lu Zhuo was baffled.

She sat blankly for a moment, and was about to ask where the ghost hunter was going to catch it, when she saw the red writing on the white paper gradually fading away, as if there was an invisible person standing next to her, quietly erasing the writing with a cloth.

Lu Zhuo jumped up in shock: "There is a ghost!"

But her father pressed her shoulders and asked her to sit down again.

He picked up the oil lamp on the table and burned it gently on the white paper that had faded into nothingness, and the handwriting that had just disappeared reappeared.

"This is..." Lu Chen was stunned.

"My father asked the class leader, using stone snake slough, mica, tobacco gum, blue water, insect white wax... Various medicinal materials were refined through special methods, mixed with cinnabar, and painted into the picture. Half an hour later The color disappears immediately. However, when exposed to fire, the color of the cinnabar reappears.”

"The silk cloth on the stage had already been painted with people's faces in advance. In the middle of the play, the young man lit it with a torch, and the cloth showed its own color."

Her father stood in front of the table, looked at her and sighed: "Girl, there are no ghosts in the world."

As a young girl, she knew everything and felt a little relieved, but when she recalled the pale white face on the cloth, she still felt frightened and hesitated to question: "Everything is different, we just haven't seen it, so what if there is one?" Woolen cloth?"

The father was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he said: "There's no need to be afraid."

Lu Chen blinked.

"There is a cloud in the book. The teacher said: Don't be afraid of ghosts, but fight them. If you win the battle, Gujia will lose. I am just like him."

He stroked his beard: "This is the way to catch ghosts that your father taught you."

Don't be afraid of the devil, but fight it.

This "way to catch ghosts" was often recalled by her later in Luomei Peak. Every time she looked for a dead body in a graveyard, she would tell herself, "People are ghosts who are not dead, and ghosts are dead people." There is no need to worry.

And in this world, there are many people who are far more vicious and cruel than ghosts.

But I would like to accept the word "fight".

The lights were dim, a strong wind blew by, and the branches in front of the door were beaten so hard that they "crackled" in front of the wooden window.

Lu Yan came to his senses, took a sip of white lotus dew, lowered his head and said, "My father learned this recipe from the class club, and I later used it to cheat on my homework for the school exam at home."

Pei Yunying looked strange: "Cheating?"

"good."

She didn't have to go to school in a neighboring county like Lu Qian, but she still didn't miss out on her homework, and her father had to take exams at home every six months.

That was her nightmare.

She cleverly thought of using her father's "ghost hunting method" to write the silent poems on white paper with cinnabar mixed with medicinal materials. However, she was discovered before she could light the fire. After all, lighting a lamp in the daytime was a bit too much. Too much.

Her father scolded her bloody.

"What does it look like to cheat and play around all day long! Where's the ruler? Who hid my ruler!"

Lu Qian had already run half a mile away with the ruler in his arms. Lu Rou came over to persuade her, but her father pushed her out of the door with a livid face.

"As a human being, don't be bad. It's too late to regret. Just let her go."

Then he scolded her: "I taught you how to use paint, not for you to use it in such crooked ways!"

After thinking about it, Lu Chen laughed out loud.

Her father has always put moral education first. When she was young, she secretly wrote down her homework just to cope with her homework, so she was regarded as a "deviant". But now, she uses this "ghost-catching method" to plan fires, frame-ups, and more. Before, she had killed people and buried corpses, and she would do whatever it took to achieve her goals...

The smile on his face gradually faded, and Lu Yan was quiet for a while and said, "He must be very disappointed in me."

She grew up into what her father least wanted her to look like.

It was dark all around, except for the sound of the wind outside the window.

"I think he would be proud of you."

In the silence, someone suddenly spoke.

Lu Zhuo raised his eyes.

"A man single-handedly killed Shengjing to avenge his whole family. He killed three enemies and escaped unscathed. The last one seems to be coming soon. If I have a daughter like this in the future, I will be very proud."

He said it casually, as if he didn't mean it.

There was a faint cold and fragrant scent in the air, and the flames illuminated the handsome and sharp eyebrows of the person in front of me. It was clear that heavy rain was coming, but because of this soft and warm color, there was something beautiful about the beautiful scene.

He looked at Lu Yan and said with a smile: "If my father knew what you were doing now, he would only feel sad."

Lu Zhen's heart trembled.

She had been away from home for so long that she no longer dared to ask for tolerance and pampering like before, let alone love.

Lu Yan put away his thoughts, "'If I have a daughter like this in the future...'" She imitated Pei Yunying's words and frowned, "Is the palace commander taking advantage of me?"

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I'm trying to comfort you."

"I'm not depressed, so why should I be comforted?"

Pei Yunying looked at her.

Lu Yan sat under the dim light, his expression as usual and his tone calm, as if the loss that flashed through his eyes just now was an illusion.

He lowered his head and smiled, did not continue the conversation, and turned to talk about another thing.

"Although Qi Yutai has lost his ambition and gone crazy for the time being, Cui Min will treat him and he may regain consciousness in the future."

"Once he regained consciousness, Qi Yutai revealed that he had fought with guests to get the room on the night of the fire in Fengle Building. His lie would be exposed immediately."

"That old fox Qi Qing may not notice something fishy."

"Doctor Lu," he said, "Aren't you afraid that he will tell Qi Qing the clues?"

With the Qi family's caution, even if they couldn't find the "thrush", it didn't mean they wouldn't be suspicious. Once suspicion arises and all enemies are eliminated, the matter of the Lu family in Changwu County may be brought before the Qi family again.

The lights were dim and silent.

After a long time, Lu Zhuo smiled slightly.

"Not afraid."

Her eyes were extremely bright under the light and she spoke calmly.

"Who would believe a lunatic's words?"

She sarcastically said: "I'm afraid even his father won't believe his son."

…

"Crackling——"

Heavy raindrops fell from the sky. As soon as Lu Yan returned to the dormitory, it started to rain in the yard.

The rain still carried the summer heat. Lu Yan put the oil lamp on the table. Lin Danqing was leaning forward to close the wooden window next to the table tightly. Finally, he pushed hard with his palm a few times.

Lu Yan asked: "Why is it so tightly closed?"

The dormitory is separate for men and women. It is sweltering in summer, so there is always some space left for ventilation at night.

Lin Danqing crawled back to the couch, took out the storybook under the pillow and read it to her aloud: "Look what it says: Men who have affairs and women who raise men can all fly. They don't need to follow the door." In and out.”

"There are also young and energetic new medical officers. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if one night they got angry and touched the wrong room? It's better to be careful."

Lu Chen: "..."

"The writing seems quite reasonable," she turned around and asked Lu Chen, "Isn't that right, Sister Lu?"

Lu Chen avoided her gaze and said calmly: "...Yes."

…

The rain fell continuously, washing the ground in the courtyard clean.

Pei Yunying returned to the mansion, collected her umbrella and placed it at the door.

The large mansion was empty. There was a bouquet of roses in the vase in the hall, which Pei Yunshu had come to put for him during the day.

He spends most of his time in the Palace Commander's Mansion, and when he is not in the Palace Commander's Mansion, he stays in the palace. This mansion is often empty, but since Pei Yunshu and his daughter moved next door, they have come back more often.

The maids in the mansion would come to clean the house during the day, and then go home at night. He doesn't like to be waited on, and there are only a few close guards in the house. It won't show up when nothing happens.

Pei Yunying lit the lamp and walked into the study.

The study room is still as it was when he left. The wooden blocks on the low table are in a mess, a few drawing papers are scattered in front of the desk, and wolf hairs are hanging on the mountain of pens. Several of them are in brand new condition. They were bought newly and have not been used a few times.

He sat down at the table and put away the papers that were blown by the wind. He put them away and his movements gradually slowed down.

Upstairs in Fengle, the thrush picture painted with special paint was made by him himself.

Lu Tong asked him to paint this picture because he knew that he was good at painting. When he handed it over to other painters in Shengjing, he was always afraid that others would leak the secret.

In fact, since his mother passed away, he never mentioned the paintbrush again. He should have refused, but in the end, for some unknown reason, he accepted her proposal.

Pei Yunying shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Lu Tong said that if her father were still alive, he would be very disappointed to learn that she is now using the same methods to take revenge.

What about him?

If his mother had known, she would have taught him how to read "There are eight patterns in every painting: ancient and moist, clean and clear water, mountains should be Cuiwei, springs should be free and easy, clouds and smoke should appear, wild paths are circuitous, pines and dragons and snakes are hidden, and bamboos hide stormy nights." , the calligraphy and painting I learned was finally painted on the wall of Hualou Hongfang to show gods and ghosts. I don’t know what I think.

You won't be disappointed, right?

He leaned back and stared at the wolf hair on the pen mountain in the dimness. He didn't know what he thought of, but a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

after all……

This can be considered as eliminating harm for the people.

"Don't be afraid of ghosts, but fight them..." "Humans are ghosts who are not dead..." - "Zi Buyu"

"There are eight frames in every painting..." - "The Complete Works of Shan Shui Chun"

"The man who has always had an affair..." - "Silent Play"