Zisang Flower
The man clutched his head in pain and said bitterly and nervously, "I was just saying."
His voice was filled with fear!
The storyteller said, "Alright, let's continue talking about the living Bodhisattva."
He continued to narrate the story vividly.
The storyteller had no idea that in this teahouse,
Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu were also listening to his' nonsense '.
Hearing this, Jing Rong was not humble at all.
"This prince is not only a living Bodhisattva, but also a great immortal."
Ji Yunshu had just taken a sip of tea and almost spat it out.
"People say that Bodhisattva is a woman. Are you a woman? Almond eyes, cherry lips, willow eyebrows, and a refined nose? Why do I think you have thick eyebrows and big eyes? "
"Are you saying that this prince is ugly?"
"They say that the dragon is handsome by thirty percent. How can you be ugly?"
Jing Rong smiled.
He continued to listen to the storyteller's nonsense.
Ji Yunshu asked him, "The disaster relief funds matter has come to an end. What do you plan to do next?"
"I have nothing to do. I'll take advantage of this time to have fun." He said lazily as he took a sip of tea.
Ji Yunshu, on the other hand, had a grave expression on her face. She only managed to say half a sentence, "Then about your return to the capital …"
Jing Rong was silent for a moment. "It's impossible for me to return to the capital for the time being. If Imperial Father sees that letter and knows that the case can't be solved, he might order this prince to stay in Yufu forever. If you decide to return to the capital to investigate the 'Lin Capital Case', this prince will send Lang Po and the others to escort you back. When the time comes, they can stay by your side and take care of you for this prince." “
Ji Yunshu said, "You said that you and I would return to the capital together. I can't leave first. Moreover, the Emperor's decree has not been issued yet. Everything is uncertain." “
"Then if …"
"There are no ifs. You will definitely return to the capital." She was very determined.
Jing Rong smiled and did not speak.
The two came out of the teahouse and strolled on the street. They came across someone selling lanterns.
Jing Rong immediately pulled her over.
"What would the two young masters like?"
"Do you have Kongming lanterns?"
"Of course! We have as many as you want. "
"Give me one."
"Alright."
The boss hurriedly took out a Kongming lantern, packed it up, and handed it to him, saying, "Young master, thirty copper coins."
Jing Rong took out some money and gave it to him.
Ji Yunshu was puzzled. "Why did you buy this?"
"I'm buying lamps to light them, of course."
There was nothing wrong with that!
He smiled meaningfully and said, "Wei Yi told me that when you were in Jinjiang, you once released a Kongming lantern, so this prince wants to release one with you."
Oh!
So that was how it was.
Ji Yunshu lowered her eyes and smiled. To put it bluntly, this brat was secretly jealous again.
That night, the two of them lit a lamp in the courtyard.
Little Xiyue had also come over. She held a lantern in her hand and walked around the courtyard. When she saw Qiao'er and Zhuang'er come out with brushes and ink, she quickly ran over and grabbed a brush to write and draw on her lantern.
He was very focused.
Zhuang 'er smiled and asked, "Little Xiyue, your lantern can't fly into the sky. What's the use of writing on it?"
"Send it to my brother." She lowered her head and continued to write and draw.
Very interesting.
Zhuang 'er stopped asking and stood at the side to watch her write.
Qiao'er walked to Ji Yunshu and Jing Rong with a brush and ink and said, "Your Highness, Teacher, the brush and ink you wanted.
The two of them just happened to hold up the Kongming lantern.
It was very big!
The workmanship was very exquisite!
"What did you write on the Kongming lantern last time?" Jing Rong tilted his head and asked her.
She dipped the brush in the ink. "If I say it out loud, won't it not work? In any case, you write yours and I'll write mine. No one is allowed to peek. "
As she spoke, she began to write on the Kongming lantern.
Jing Rong smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of affection. Then, he also picked up a brush and wrote.
After a short while, the two of them finished their work.
As for what was written on the lantern, no one asked.
The lantern was lit and the two of them stood opposite each other, separated by the large Kongming lantern.
"Yunshu," he called out softly.
"Hmm?"
She couldn't see him, let alone see Jing Rong's appearance. She could only see a faint flickering shadow through the bright Kongming lantern in front of her.
After a long time, his voice came.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."
"Oh!"
She couldn't help but smile.
The Kongming lantern slowly separated from their hands and rose up bit by bit.
Under the inky sky, the ball of flame became smaller and smaller …
On one side of the Kongming lantern, there were the words "Live and die together, die together".
On the other side, it was written in modern Chinese, "Accompany the monarch by his side, sleep together in the same tomb".
These words were written very beautifully.
The meaning was also different, but the same.
The moment the Kongming lantern was released, Jing Rong couldn't wait to see what she wrote, but he couldn't understand the Chinese characters at all.
His brows deeply wrinkled a few times.
"Are those words? Or are they flowers? "
Ji Yunshu smiled. "Flowers."
"Flowers?" Jing Rong was confused by her words.
He raised his head and stretched his neck to look …
Ji Yunshu laughed inwardly and walked over to Little Xiyue's side.
He saw that she was still writing and drawing on the lantern.
Her words were very delicate and clean, but the drawings were a little crooked and out of shape.
"What are you writing?"
"I want to make a lamp for my brother. He used to like lamps very much. There were a lot of lamps in the house and the yard. But a few years ago, he suddenly threw away all the lamps. The house has never been lit again, so I want to make a lamp for him."
"Did he like lamps very much? “
"Yes, he liked it very much. Every time he came back, he would bring a lamp with him and hang it in his room. He loved it very much and wouldn't let anyone touch it. Every time, he would light the lamp himself. “
In that case, Wen Xian was quite a sentimental person.
Little Xiyue finished drawing and lifted the lamp.
She said happily, "The pattern on it was my brother's favorite. Every lamp he brought back had this kind of flower."
On the lantern, there was a line of words, "My lord, your beloved is here."
Beside it were two Zisang flowers that could still be seen clearly, although their shapes were crooked.
But he could still see it clearly.
The Zisang flower was a flower of passion.
If Ji Yunshu's memory served her right, she once followed the brigade to open a tomb in a small county in Zhangzhou. They found the seeds of the long-extinct Zizang Flower in a coffin. At that time, everyone present was very excited and immediately sent the seeds to the research institute. It was said that the seeds bloomed a month later.
Those flowers were just like the two that Little Xiyue was now drawing on the lantern.
Red with a hint of white!
White with a hint of pink!
The color was very beautiful!
Unfortunately, Ji Yunshu had only seen it once.
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