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Hearing this, Wan Yao slowed down his chewing movements, bit the bamboo chopsticks lightly, and glanced at Xiang Huan inadvertently.
He was eating, he picked up the soup bowl and drank it down, and pushed another bowl to her elbow.
Wan Yao stirred the porridge in her hand, wondering if she had been too harsh on him recently.
After dinner, Xiang Huan drank the medicine and fell asleep early.
Wan Yao walked out of the yard lightly, and knocked on the door of the aunt next door.
The neighbor on the left is a widow with a seven or eight-year-old boy, who is amiable and very kind, and praises her for a good meal of white-cut chicken whenever they meet.
Wan Yao said a few words politely, and asked, "Did Auntie pick lotus this summer?"
She came back with three or four lotus flowers and a lotus leaf, washed them with clean water, picked off the petals, and cooked them in a steamer with glutinous rice over low heat.
The firewood at the stove mouth was beeping, Wanyao squatted beside her and fanned the fire lightly, those warm orange colors made her profile look extraordinarily gentle and demure.
After waiting for nearly an hour, the glutinous rice softened. She rolled up her sleeves and spread the rice in front of the stove, poured the pounded wine koji over it and stirred it, and when it was almost even, she took a large clay pot and filled it, and put in the remaining washed lotus petals.
In the dead of night, Wanyao took the jar of lotus wine to the corner of the courtyard, covered it with hay and waited for fermentation. Naturally, the longer the wine is stored in the cellar, the better, but fruit wine and the like are not so strong, and it is enough to quench your appetite once in a while.
After finishing all this, she clapped her hands, stretched her waist and went back to her room to sleep.
The moonlight on a summer night has an aura as cool as water, like a round of ice spring in a raging fire, shedding boundless brilliance from a high place.
She didn't close the door.
A slanting figure outside the door casts a hazy shadow on the ground.
Xiang Huan quietly walked to the bedside, the girl was breathing evenly, sleeping soundly, her eyebrows and eyes were as gentle and peaceful as ever. He caressed the carved bed frame with his hands, quietly drooping his eyes.
For a long time, even Xiang Huan himself didn't know what he was thinking, but he just watched without saying a word, and felt that he didn't have nothing.
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After surviving the scorching hot dog days, the lotus lake outside Qinglong City gradually withered, revealing a pool of quiet lotus seeds.
Xiang Huan lived in this border town of Wei for a few months, enduring the torture of limping all the way and being unable to go anywhere, and even had a little impulse, thinking that it would be better to follow Xiang Nantian to the north to move bricks and repair the city wall. Great Wei added tiles and bricks.
During the boring days, he couldn't practice martial arts, so he relied on Wanyao to "reward" him with idle books every day. But speaking of idle books, this girl is usually very serious and upright, but she has a lot of skills when she is broken. From time to time, throwing him a few copies of "Tao Te Ching" and "Qing Xin Mantra" can only be gratefully finished.
Instead, the half-grown child next door would occasionally drop by and lend him his collection of novels to read.
In a blink of an eye, the injured leg has basically recovered, and the heat on the ground has dissipated a lot compared to before.
When Wan Yao said that he was going to buy something, Xiang Huan followed him out in a panic.
Originally, he planned to walk around to get some air, but soon he realized it.
Going shopping with a woman is a torture that is a hundred times more painful than staying at home and getting moldy
At the end of the whole day, he was wandering around among the crowds in the market, carrying big bags and small bags.
There are wars everywhere these years, and the notice boards at the gate of the city are changed almost every day. Azure Dragon City is located on the border, so news of many wars came faster than the capital.
Xiang Huan and Wan Yao stood on the periphery of the crowd. He was tall and stood out from the crowd, with good eyesight. Even if he stood far away, he could easily read the words on the notice.
"What are you writing?" She perfectly inherited Mrs. Wan's height, even standing on tiptoe was of no avail.
"The southern border is urgent"
He only read a few lines, his eyes froze, and then he lowered his voice, "Yuan Fu is rebellious!"
"What?" Wan Yao looked up at him suddenly as if she didn't hear clearly.
In the summer of the second year of Xian'an, Marquis Wu'an, who had been dormant for many years, finally showed his fangs.
Taking advantage of Wei's defeat in the battle of Shangyang Valley, he led his troops south to fight Houyan to avenge his shame and regain his homeland.
However, no one thought that Yuan Fu, who had vowed to be the first Wei minister before the first emperor, would be so caught off guard. Just like Fengkouli many years ago, history would repeat itself after all.
The flames of war spread rapidly on the land in the southern border like a prairie fire.After a while, Wan Yao was tired of speaking, so she sighed helplessly, got up and went out.
Xiang Huan finally opened his closed eyes, turned his head quietly, saw that she had really gone far away, and was inexplicably disappointed. So he sighed wearily, and simply buried himself in the quilt and fell asleep regardless.
When people feel bored in their hearts, they will always force themselves to fall into a dream, as if they have been sleeping like this, and they can forget many not-so-pleasant things.
Xiang Huan fell asleep in the evening and didn't wake up until the next morning.
The sky outside was gloomy, giving him the illusion that the night was not over yet. The long sleep made his whole body weak, Xiang Huan put on his clothes in a daze, and went to the table to pour cold water.
The autumn wind made the bamboo curtains by the window creak.
For some reason, he felt that the small courtyard today was vaguely different from usualbut he couldn't tell what was wrong.
After drinking a cup of tea, Xiang Huan finally realized¡ª¡ª
It's too quiet.
At this hour in the past, Wanyao had probably already got up, either busy in the kitchen or drying herbs in the yard, but now there was no movement at all.
"Wan Yao."
He tried to call out, and his voice echoed throughout the room in all directions.
not here?
Can't tell the reason, but Xiang Huan's throat tightened suddenly, and some inexplicable premonition surged up in an instant, he pulled off his outer robe and put it on, and hurried out, "Wanyao."
The teapot in the antechamber was empty, with no water in it.
The rice jar was also empty, with only a few withered vegetable leaves left in the basket.
The dishes and dishes were all washed clean and spotless, as if they had never been used.
Xiang Huan's heart suddenly beat very fast, there was no one in the bedroom, no one in the kitchen, no one in the courtyard, not even the baggage she brought was gone!
He searched a lot, but couldn't find the frequently used objects left by Wan Yao.
The cold wind flapped the branches and leaves frantically, and the plants and trees in the corner swaggered like demons dancing wildly.
Xiang Huan stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at the fallen leaves flying all over the ground.
He was wondering if what he said yesterday was too much.
Did he do something wrong
Maybe he shouldn't be so impatient, maybe, maybe he should respond to her
After being at a loss, I was a little sad again.
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