Chapter 672: Preoccupied

"Boom..."
There was a knock on the door. When Du Xuechun was wondering who it was, he strode forward and opened the door, only to see that it was the old master who came in with a body full of water vapor.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, it's good."
Du Xuechun smiled and finished speaking, then turned around, picked up the Jinpa on the table and wiped his face briefly, looking relaxed.
After washing up, Du Xuechun walked to the table, picked up a military strategy book on the table, and looked down and looked like he didn't mean to entertain the old master at all.
"You girl, how is your temper so similar to that kid? I don't know if you are like him or he is like you!" The old master laughed and sat on Du Xuechun's other side.
"Maybe he is like me." Du Xuechun raised her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered and fluttered, dancing on her white face like a flying butterfly, finally showing a smile at the corner of her mouth.
"You girl, don't get angry. Feng Xuan Che's boy may have been entangled by something. He probably couldn't get out of his body, so he missed the appointment."
"I'm not angry, but a little worried." Du Xuechun shook her head, frowning slightly. The hand reading the book of war also stopped, looking out the door for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Since he let you stay here, it is for your safety!" The old master suddenly gave Du Xuechun a meaningful look and reminded him.
"Yes! Something has happened in the palace?" Du Xuechun was startled, and quickly stood up, suddenly looking at the old master.
It is very likely that something has happened in the palace, and Feng Xuan Che wants to clear the eyes of the forces hiding in every corner of the palace! Or something else happened.
Isn't he in danger?
"Don't worry, since that kid has arranged you here, he is naturally well prepared. If you rush back now, it will make him useless." Seeing Du Xuechun's face heavy, the old master had to patiently comfort him. .
"Well, I know!" Du Xuechun nodded, picked up the military book on the table, and sat back again.
"If you are free tomorrow, you can go to the side yard!" The old master glanced out the window and saw that it was late at night, so he couldn't stay to chat with Du Xuechun anymore, so he had to get up and leave. When he reached the door, the old master suddenly turned and looked at Du Xuechun and said.
"Good!" Du Xuechun nodded with a smile.
For some reason, she always felt that the old master was not easy. Du Xuechun and the old master had never seen him before. After they came to this garden, they heard Feng Xuanche say a word or two about the old master, and looked at them from a distance. Little is known.
Feng Xuan Che told her that she doesn't need to see outsiders with the old master, just get along like old friends, and she does that.
Du Xuechun sat at the window and looked at the military book in his hand until the red candle was burned out little by little. The servant guarding outside the door did not know how many times he reminded: Master, staying up late and hurting your body, you should rest. Up. She then put down the things in her hand, opened the curtain and walked to the bed to lie down.
Du Xuechun lay on the bed tossing over and over, his mind was very confused, all kinds of voices entangled, and he never slept for a long time, until a few loud crowing out of the window cut through the night, Du Xuechun's eyelids became heavier and fuller. Fell asleep all over.
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On the second day, Du Xuechun rubbed his tired eyes and called out the door for a few times. The maids pushed in one after another. Some were holding copper basins with warm water, some holding white handkerchiefs, and some Holding freshly picked flowers in the morning.
Du Xuechun stood up, walked to the dressing table and sat down slowly.
"Master, slave servant will comb a butterfly bun for you?"
Du Xuechun took out a hairpin from the square of the dressing table and laid them out on the table one by one.
"Help me comb a bun, it's elegant and not hypocritical, just right!"
Du Xuechun raised her head and glanced at herself in the bronze mirror. There was a shallow bruise under her, which made people know that they didn't sleep well last night. Du Xuechun had to add to the maid behind him: "Help me dress up and cover this bruise. live."
While talking, Du Xuechun raised her finger and pointed at her face, and she smiled in the mirror, without seeing any emotions. Only in this way would others not worry when they saw it.
"Okay, master!"
The maid behind her bowed respectfully and picked up the things on the table to dress Du Xuechun. The morning light reflected Du Xuechun's profile, with a golden border on the outline, with long eyelashes hanging down, like a brown butterfly flying tired.
After everything was cleaned up, Du Xuechun backed away from the crowd behind him, and went to the side courtyard alone. As soon as you enter the garden, silk and bamboo are on the stage, and the dancers dance lightly. It is a scene of singing and dancing.
The old master was sitting in the middle of the stands with a grin, watching the performance, and constantly tapping, while the other handed water, the towel holder took the towel, respectfully cannot do it.
"Old Master, you asked me to come here, originally this troupe belongs to you?" Du Xuechun strode forward, jokingly.
Seeing Du Xuechun coming from a distance, a group of people raised their eyes and looked around, rubbing their eyes involuntarily, then rubbing their eyes again, stunned on the spot.
I saw Du Xuechun had a simple bun on his head, and a hairpin that opened like a fan was obliquely inserted at the sideburns. The hairpin was simple and elegant. He wore a dark green dress with heavy texture and embroidered flowers and birds. It looks very luxurious. When Du Xuechun walked in front of the pedestrian, everyone woke up. Called "Master Ann!"
"Hahaha, you really came here, just to accompany my old man to listen to the drama." The old master laughed and quickly stood up.
Du Xuechun raised her head, with a small white to transparent face, only a little red smeared on her lips, and two trailing lines swept across the corners of her eyes. To say that the makeup is light, it shouldn't be lighter.
"Okay, it just happens that I'm boring and tight." Du Xuechun smiled lightly, and her eyebrows suddenly moved, with amorous feelings.
The old master likes Yuefu poems, many of which have been lost, but the old master also worked hard to find a new composition and re-interpretation. Du Xuechun is not very familiar with poetry, but this Yuefu poem is very simple, and there is no lack of interest and mood.
Du Xuechun took the collections of poems handed to her by the old master. After reading it a few times, the boredom in her heart gradually dissipated, but she also tasted some taste, and she felt a little respect for the master who could write these poems.
Du Xuechun sat in the stands with the old master, and listened to the melodious voices of the actors on the stage, singing quietly and sweetly:
"Recalling that the plum went down to Xizhou, folded the plum and sent it to the north of the Jiangbei. The single shirt was red with apricots, and the color of the twin crows..."
This "Xi Zhou Qu" follows Wu Nong's soft tone, long and soft, with nine tunes and ten turns, very difficult to sing. Later, the tune turned higher and higher, and I had to sing higher and higher while hanging on my voice. When it reached the extreme, my voice was broken and dumb, like a duck quacking into the water, and the surface of the actors on the stage was red. Hastily looked around carefully.
"It's okay, you can withdraw! Come, reward!" The old master smiled faintly, and let the attendants who followed him reward the girl with a silver coin.