Chapter 74: Whisk snow

Er Niang is a woman who doesn't talk.
She was dressed in a white coat, her hair was scattered, her face was pale, her appearance was dull, but her eyes and lips were scarlet, and it was a bit enchanting. At first glance, she looked like a grudge.
She was silent, and Ye Fusheng naturally would not be boring. After simply asking a few questions, the two walked through the road in peace, passing through the plum blossom forest that had not yet bloomed, and came to the gate of the courtyard.
Ye Fusheng looked at the small courtyard, and it looks a lot newer than Liufengju next to it. It should be built later.
Liu Fengju was where Shen Wuduan lived. At that time, there should be no Fuxueyuan. Why did he start a new house next to his residence?
After listening to Er Niang, Qin Liurong had lived with Shen Wuduan in Liufengju since he entered the Hundred Ghost Gate, and later moved to Xiaozhu Xiaozhu. Therefore, although Fuxueyuan is very close to Liufengju, it is not the yard where the main family resides, but a place to entertain people who are very close.
This is even more strange.
Ye Fusheng remained silent, watching Er Niang open the large bronze lock on the door, and handed both the lock and the key to him. He said, "Son, please, the old door owner has ordered it earlier, we are not allowed to enter here Yes, you can only send it here. The son can go in and see. I will call several servants to come and serve, if there is something missing, just tell them. "
She made it clear that she apparently didn't intend to accompany her. Ye Fusheng wasn't embarrassed. She smiled and gave back a salute, so she pushed the door and entered.
As soon as he entered, Ye Fusheng first smelled a looming fragrance. It was already near winter. The orchid was still open in the yard. He looked closely and saw that there was a plum tree in the yard that was not yet open. There are all kinds of orchids in the fourth round, and there are all kinds of open varieties in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
I heard that Fuxueyuan was built by Shen Wuyuan, and it was also arranged by him personally.
Ye Fusheng sighed for a moment, and walked into the house on the bluestone path, from the front hall to the cabin, the furnishings were all exquisite, although there was no pearlescent treasure, but more pure and elegant.
There is a screen in the bedroom, silk silk as the base, hand embroidered birds out of the clouds, all the feather clouds are vivid. Ye Fusheng stared at it for a long while before looking at the other furnishings in the house. It should have been a long time since no one had lived, but because it was cleaned properly, it was neat and clean, and no dust was seen.
He finally entered the study, just crossing his threshold, he saw three people sitting in the study!
A man and two women sat around a small ebony square table with tea snacks, and the top position was empty.
Ye Fusheng's "disturb" hasn't spoken yet. His eyes swept across the three people's faces, and his body was struck by lightning.
The woman on the right is dressed in a goose-yellow dress with a high bun and a white veil on her face, only showing a pair of willow eyebrows and a pair of autumn water cut pupils. She is holding a teapot and seems to be serving tea.
The man at the lower head turned his back to Ye Fusheng, and his stature should be rather long. His long hair splashed with ink was by ebony hairpins, and he was dressed in black and white robe.
The woman on the left sits cross-legged, wearing a crimson dress, her hair is only ponytailed into ponytails, revealing a clean forehead and neck, and she looks at the man next to her with her hand on her cheek. Zhang Zhang's face is not very bright, but she can see the delicate atmosphere.
How can it be?
How can it be!
Ye Fusheng saw her profile, her feet did not stand firm, and knelt firmly on the ground, but instead of getting up in a hurry, he walked up to the table and looked at the man and woman for a long while. I finally found out that this is not a living person, but a doll made by skilled craftsmen, even the hair and nails are meticulous, but there is no living breath.
Shocked and upset, Ye Fusheng suddenly leaned down and knocked three times.
"Master, mother-in-law!"
The forehead cracked, but he dared not get up for a long time. He always hanged his son, and the man who was covered by the quilt was crying.
He has already stood by this year. Thirteen years have gone by like a big river, and he has surreptitiously replaced the years of a frivolous teenager with the appearance of calmness, but there are still many things that he can never forget.
Gu Xiao always remembers that he was leaning on a back that was not wide when he was a child, and remember the light and serious persuasion.
Ye Fusheng also remembered the hot blood flowing down the handle of the knife 13 years ago, remembering that the thin head of the road looked up and looked sad and unbelievable.
This is a sin he will never forget.
"You really are thrilled."
Shen Wuduan's voice came from the door. He lifted his feet into the door and looked at Ye Fusheng, who was kneeling on the ground, with a faint expression and no anger.
He sat in the empty seat, took the teapot from the woman in yellow, and poured eight full cups of cold tea for each cup. Then he said to Ye Fusheng: "Man, husband, stand up and talk."
Ye Fusheng got up, barely suppressing the rolling emotion in his chest, and his voice was still hoarse: "Senior Shen, has a reason with my master?"
"I and your master are good brothers who don't know each other. Hey, if she is still there, she will beat me." Shen Wuduan smiled. "As for Duanqing, he was the original master of this Fuxueyuan." It is a pity that after meeting here thirty years ago, they never met again, and the place was vacant for thirty years. "
Ye Fusheng stunned: "Why?"
"Duan Qing said it was troublesome, and the Hundred Ghost Door was inconvenient to intervene; Gu Lifang said again that he had picked up a small apprentice, and he would be too busy to take the child to take care of me." Shen Wuduan looked up at him, "I heard that child Her name is Gu Xiao, it's you. "
Ye Fusheng's hand shook and whispered: "Yes."
Shen Wuduan took a sip of tea: "It's good. Both of them said they were afraid that I would bring a bad boy and wouldn't bring it over for me to see. Today I can see it."
Ye Fusheng pursed his lips. He never knew that the teacher had fallen down so unexpectedly in the past. Although he was not dizzy, it was also full of fog. It was rare to show a little helpless: "I, I have not heard Master mention it. Have a relationship with Baiguimen. "
Shen Wuduan smiled and said: "This is not a relationship with Bai Guimen, but with me."
Ye Fusheng raised his head: "How did seniors guess?"
"I and Gu Lifang played hundreds of times back then, and I couldn't be more familiar with the martial arts skills of Jinghong." Shen Wuduan sneered. "You have one more extension than her and become more dexterous, and less than her. It ’s a bit calm, what is it that stumbling your heart? "
Ye Fusheng asked: "Thirteen years ago, did seniors go to Feiyunfeng?"
"I've been there, but unfortunately when I arrived, the mountain had been burned by the fire and no grass was left. I walked through every piece of earth and rock and I couldn't find them. In the end, I only found it under the ruins of the house. "Drinking Blood Dagger" for Duan Qing. "Shen Wuduan's fingers struck the table, and a terrifying murderous flash flashed across his eyebrows." What happened in the past? Duan Qing and Gu Lifang ... really dead. " Yet?"
Ye Fusheng's fist clenched tightly, his eyelashes trembling: "Thirteen years since the teacher's death."
Even without preparation, Shen Wuyuan's mind was blank for a moment.
The tea cup in his hand broke, but he didn't seem to feel it, still holding it tightly, and the broken pieces of porcelain pierced his palm.
When the smell of blood filled, he recovered and pulled out the porcelain with a handkerchief, but his eyes looked at Ye Fusheng and asked, "What about Duanqing?"
Ye Fusheng untied the small silver pot that had been emptied from his waist, and placed it on the table, whispering: "Still in the world."
Shen Wuduan stared at the small silver pot with a big slap. For a long time, he asked: "What happened in those days? Gu Lifang, how did you die?"