Thorn silk gl

Chapter 11

Miss Bai, who was promoted to "Master", forgave Fu Wan graciously, and even took out two big bird eggs that she found somewhere, and asked her if she had eaten lunch.

Of course it never happened.

So the two "unlucky eggs" were washed and put on the bonfire.

"When roasting, be careful to turn it over." Bai Chan fiddled with a wooden stick.

Fu Wan hugged her knees and looked at her.

The sun was shining at noon, the bonfire was not conspicuous, only a wisp of solitary smoke curled up into the sky.Sparks burst out from the pile of dead branches from time to time, and slowly, the scent of eggs wafted out.

Fu Wan sniffled and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of bird is such a big egg?"

Bai Chan glanced at her: "Big Bird."

Fu Wan "..." I didn't know you had the talent for telling cold jokes.

She did not give up and asked again: "What big bird?"

Bai Chan didn't answer.

Fu Wan: "Could you just steal it from a bird's nest..."

Snapped.Bai Chan picked the egg very simply, rolled it to her feet, cracked it slightly, and vaguely glimpsed the heart of the egg, which was so fragrant.

Bai Chan: "Are you going to eat or not?"

Fu Wan nodded hopelessly and moved over.Bai Chan split the unidentified bird egg into two, and handed it to her with a coarse cloth, beckoning her to hold it and eat it.

The egg yolk is solidified, the entrance is creamy, the egg white is a little crispy, and the aroma is overflowing after one bite.

Bai Chan didn't move, just looked at her, brushed off her clothes and said, "The New Year's Eve will be in two days."

"En." Fu Wan wiped his mouth, "By the way, are you free on New Year's Eve?"

Bai Chan cast a puzzled look.

Fu Wan: "There will be a drug-made puppet show in the palace. Didn't you say you want to see it?"

Bai Chan looked away: "I never..."

Fu Wan: "Just ask if you're coming or not?"

Bai Chan looked into her eyes, nodded for a while, "Come."

Fu Wan lowered her head and continued to nibble on her eggs, she didn't ask how she planned to enter the palace, with Bai Chan's martial arts, there were always many more ways than her.

"But I don't know the way." Bai Chan said.

Fu Wan: "Well, I'll draw a map for you later. You wait for me in the side hall first, and after you change your clothes, you can sneak into the palace banquet."

After eating the eggs in twos and threes, she didn't pay much attention, and took out a carbon stick from under the extinguished campfire, and began to paint and draw on the cloth.

Bai Chan glanced at the map with black and ghostly symbols, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"This way," Fu Wan knocked on a black shadow that looked like a steamed bun in the corner, "it's Suzaku Gate."

"This road (obviously it is an earthworm) leads directly to Changle Palace, where the night banquet will be held. If you want to, turn here. There are many abandoned palace rooms behind the imperial garden. The third one from west to east, I am in the courtyard. Wait for you."

Bai Chan: "..."

The corners of her lips twitched, and she said "I see", meeting Fu Wan's expectant eyes, reluctantly put the "map" into her sleeve.

The cloth was dirty, and she could even feel the excess toner falling down, staining the snow-white cuffs.

"Would it be too simple for just one picture?" Fu Wan stroked his chin, "How about I draw a detailed picture for you?"

Bai Chan shook her hand.

Fu Wan smiled and said, "Well, master. Father?"

Bai Chan: "..." She squinted her eyes, suspecting that the other party was planning revenge.

Fu Wan still wanted to talk, but Bai Chan's moves were like lightning, she took out the whistle from her arms with lightning speed, and stuffed it between her lips.

Fu Wan opened his mouth: "Beep——"

Bai Chan said lightly: "It seems that there is still no progress, let's continue to practice."

Fu Wan: "..." Hey, Miss Bai, you've learned badly.

After practicing until the setting sun slanted, Fuwan was finally able to stumble and play a few notes.She played these notes over and over again, and found it very interesting.

Others would have been bored of hearing it long ago, so she peeked at Bai Chan, but saw her sitting upright with a calm expression, as if she was not affected by the "magic sound pouring into her ears" at all.

Fu Wan: "Hey, don't you find it noisy?"

Bai Chan raised her eyes to look at her: "If people who blow it are not annoying, why should I?"

Fu Wan raised her hand to beg for mercy: "Okay, okay, I can't listen to it myself, the head office?" She decisively put the whistle into her arms: "Sister, I have to go."

Up to now, Baichan is basically immune to the word "sister". She only glanced at her, then got up and said, "I'll see you off."

She did what she said and sent people all the way outside the palace wall.

Bai Chan looked up and observed: "Well, are you going to go through the small door, or over the wall?"

Fu Wan was shocked: "You, how do you know that I sneaked out?"

Bai Chan was speechless.Just kidding, where is there a maid who takes half a day off if she has nothing to do, and looking at Fu Wan's virtue of fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, she definitely slipped away.

Bai Chan said: "It's fine once or twice, if you always run out like this, wouldn't the colleague who is taking over for you be wronged?"

Under her serious eyes of disapproval, Fu Wan slowly lowered her head as if ashamed.

Bai Chan paused, then suddenly remembered something, and said: "Of course, I don't want to drive you away, but..." She paused, "If you really want to learn, I will teach you at night."

"Entering the palace?" Fu Wan's voice suddenly rose a little.

Bai Chan wondered: "What?"

Fu Wan waved his hand: "Ah, no...well, that's right, I'm busy with errands at night, so I'm afraid you won't see me when you come."

Bai Chan didn't doubt that he was there, so she responded casually, then looked up at the thick palace wall again.

She asked, "So, over the wall?"

Fu Wan: "...Turn over."

Fu Wan originally thought that Bai Chan would build a personal ladder or something, but before she could react, the scene in front of her was suddenly reversed, and she was hugged with her feet dangling in the air.

At that moment, she was surrounded by a very light sandalwood.

Fu Wan choked back and let out an exclamation, shrinking into Bai Chan's bosom filled with light fragrance, her fingers clenched the other's front.

Bai Chan hugged her horizontally, with a relaxed expression, as if she was just hugging a cat.

"Wait, Bai..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Chan took two steps back, jumped up, tapped the wall with his toes, and climbed onto the wall with two rubs.Fu Wan closed her eyes, hearing the whistling wind.She didn't stop, and jumped straight down with the person in her arms, and landed lightly among the flowers, not even the slightest bit of dust was disturbed.

Fu Wan's heart beat fast, until she was put down, her fingertips were still trembling slightly.

Bai Chan wondered, "What's wrong?"

Fu Wan glared at her: "I... I'm afraid of heights."

Bai Chan: "Then how do you usually climb the wall?"

"Just, why don't you look down," she curled her lips, "Let's say it first, it's not that I'm timid, it's all because you were too fast just now!"

——The little girl's legs are soft and her feet are soft, but her mouth is still hard.Bai Chan looked cute, with a slight smile on her lips.

She raised her hand, straightened her slightly messy temple hair, and said in a low voice: "My good disciple, master is leaving first."

Fu Wan's face became slightly hot, and he raised his head again, the man jumped up like a white bird, and disappeared outside the palace wall in an instant.

She raised her hand and gently covered the place where the other party touched just now, and couldn't help pursing her lips into a smile.

The palace was as prosperous as ever, and whale oil was poured into the glazed lamps, which lit up one after another.

Fu Wan moved a chair and sat in the courtyard. The night wind was cold and the courtyard was still dilapidated. Two dead trees were entangled and growing upwards, and the crescent moon split into many petals.

She looked at such a scene, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

There was a hot steam rising near the heart, mixed with the remaining sandalwood, which made her drunk, as if she was still leaning on that person's arms.

She never looked forward to the New Year before.As the "weak and sick" Empress Dowager, she was not eligible to participate in the palace banquet on New Year's Eve.Chu Heng occasionally brought her some small dishes. If there is any difference between the New Year and the usual, it is probably because the palace is more lively.

But this year is very different. There are two days before New Year's Eve, and she can't help looking forward to it like a child.

Ah, is it because of the white cicada?

Fu Wan always thought that he was old enough, but when he was around that person, he would still play childish temper unconsciously.

She flipped over in the chair, hid her hot face in her palm, and suddenly remembered the poem she read when she was young:

"...

Extinguishing the candles, the pity is full, and the cloak feels lucid.

I can't bear the gift from surplus hands, and I have a good time for sleeping and dreaming. "(1)

Tonight, maybe she will look at this bright moon and think of her?

(1) "Watching the Moon and Nostalgia" by Zhang Jiuling