Sword of Coming

During the great cold season, the lake is vast and the air is bone-piercingly cold.

Gu Can was in a coma for three days and nights. Chen Pingan would go to the bedside and sit for a while every day, smelling the strong smell of medicine.

Just like before, Gu Can and Little Loach would go outside the house at the mountain gate to bask in the sun.

Chen Pingan was in the room, and from time to time he got up and sat on the bedside to check Gu Can's pulse. After a long illness, Chen Pingan was not a layman. There are still some clues as to whether the injury is aggravated or healed. The bottle of miraculous elixir that Liu Zhimao asked Mr. Tian Hu to bring was very effective, and it was most likely similar to the rare elixir that Lu Yong of Qinghu Palace specially refined for the Earth Immortal.

This day, Gu Can woke up and turned around, and saw Chen Ping'an sitting in that chair. Gu Can grinned, but soon fell asleep again, and his breathing had become much calmer.

After Chen Pingan left the Spring Court House, the woman hesitated for a moment and asked an old housekeeper who was a monk in the Longmen Realm to invite Liu Zhimao and said that she had something to discuss.

The woman sat beside the bed, gently held Gu Can's still hot hand, and was about to cry.

The woman wandered for thousands of miles, and finally sighed softly.

Fortunately, Cancan's life was safe, but it was a pity that he was delayed in the "immortal rice" carefully prepared by Chunting Mansion.

Monks are very particular about what they eat. Medicine masters among hundreds of schools of thought have made great contributions to this matter. Food is the most important thing for the people, and the same applies to Qi practitioners as mountain people.

Taking the twenty-four solar terms of the year as rough nodes, there is a complete set of seasonal medicinal supplements. It can benefit the body, mind and soul of monks. Medicinal supplements for monks are similar to food supplements for wealthy families.

Of course, if you want to be connected and improve your practice, you need to do it day after day, year after year, so you have to be rich, very rich.

The woman's eyes soon became determined.

The resilience of an unfortunate woman to the hardships of life, the persistence of a mother who cares about her son's future, and the shrewdness of a widow who has to carefully calculate every copper coin are like bricks and tiles that pieced together the ancestral house in Mud Bottle Lane. The two mothers depended on each other to shelter from the wind and rain.

She stepped lightly and crossed the threshold. There was a young lady outside the door who wanted to help close the door. The woman glared at her and quickly retracted her hand. The woman gently closed the door herself.

In the living room of a magnificent Spring Court Mansion, the woman saw Zhenjun Jiejiang, who had just taken his seat, and was now the king of Shujian Lake.

The otherworldly god who single-handedly brought the two of them out of Mud Ping Lane back then was Liu Zhimao.

Looking at the woman in front of me, she has transformed step by step from a beautiful woman with a rustic flavor to the current female resident of Chunting Mansion on Qingxia Island. Three years have passed, and her beauty has not diminished. She has added a lot of wealth and nobility, and her skin is like a girl's. Liu Zhimao also knows that the maid in the house she loves the most says that she is now more noble than Mrs. Gaoming of Shihao Kingdom. Liu Zhimao took the cup of hot tea carefully handed over by the steward of the house, shook the lid of the cup gently, and felt quite regretful. If this kind of woman had taken advantage of the overlord earlier, I am afraid she would not be in the position she is in today, with a master as a master. Yes, in turn, he is afraid of his disciples.

Because once a woman is surrendered by Liu Zhimao, she will have all kinds of reasons and excuses to completely convince herself.

Maybe he could use this to better control Gu Can.

As long as it continues to bring her glory and wealth, she will hug it hard, hold it tightly in her hands, guard this family fortune, and think about leaving it all to her son in the future.

That would be Qingxia Island's best ally.

Instead of what it is now, the appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and the Chunting Mansion, which is no longer inferior to the prince's mansion, began to look eagerly at Liu Zhimao's Hengbo Mansion. From the beginning, he was flattering Tian Hujun and trying to figure out his thoughts. , up to now, he is still kind on the surface, but there is a commanding spirit in his heart. Not only that, a wealthy village woman actually started to study. Not only that, she even started to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and asked several young girls from wealthy families to teach her high-class etiquette and red tape.

This makes Liu Zhimao very happy, he is really a wonderful person.

However, the regret in Liu Zhimao's heart before came and went as quickly as it came.

Liu Zhimao smiled and asked: "Madam, do you want to talk to me about something?"

The woman nodded and said: "I want to confirm one thing with Zhenjun. What is the purpose of Chen Pingan coming to our Qingxia Island this time? Isn't it really to snatch back the little loach from Cancan? Besides, the little loach You said Chen Ping'an gave you a jade plaque, what's the origin of it?"

Liu Zhimao did not drink the tea, but gently put the cup lid aside. The fragrant mist curled up in the teacup, and he smiled and said: "So that's what I thought. Madam wanted to ask the teacher to punish me, Master Gu Can. Why didn’t you come forward to protect the disciples?”

The woman said: "Let's not talk about it. I believe that the true king has something unspeakable, so he will never have any grudges. I can also promise to help the true king and say some words that are not unconscionable to Can Can. Otherwise, wouldn't it be wrong? Are you taking advantage of the surrounding wolves, tigers and leopards in vain?"

Liu Zhimao smiled knowingly, who said that women with long hair are short-sighted?

Liu Zhimao nodded and said: "That jade tablet has a great origin, and it is not convenient for me to reveal the secret. As for Chen Ping'an's purpose of coming to Shujian Lake, it is really difficult to guess. To be honest, I have never been able to figure it out. What is the purpose of our Qingxia Island?" After Mr. Accountant, I can't understand it even more. But I believe that Chen Ping'an has no bad intentions towards Gu Can. "

The woman frowned, as if a little strange. She felt that Liu Zhimao spoke too coquettishly today. In the past, she had never been so sloppy in discussing secret matters with Liu Zhimao. Could it be that she had deliberately planned to become the co-owner of Shujian Lake and was not proud of it? In a few days, Liu Laocheng, who had been stabbed a thousand times, made trouble again on Qingxia Island. Did he lose his courage? After being overjoyed and sad, have you lost your sense of proportion? Is it possible that Liu Zhimao, such a manipulative tycoon, actually has a worse temperament than a woman of his own?

Liu Zhimao narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Madam knows better than me what Chen Pingan's temperament is. She likes to reminisce about old friendships. She is devoted to Gu Can who has watched her grow up. She can't wait to hand over all the good things to Gu Can. It’s just that today is different from the past. People will change after leaving the Mud Bottle Lane where the ground was full of chicken excrement and dog excrement. Chen Ping’an probably joined the Confucian school, so he likes to reason, but it may not be suitable for Shujian Lake. That's why I slapped Gu Can twice in Chishuicheng. You want me to see it? I still really care about Gu Can and think about Gu Can's good things, so I did this. If it were an ordinary person, seeing his relatives and friends become prosperous, he would just do it. I am happy and don't care about anything else. Madam, let me give you an example. If it were Lu Caisang, when he saw that Gu Can was rich, he would naturally think that this is his ability. If he has a hard fist, it is a good thing."

The woman twitched her lips.

Liu Zhimao sighed, "Having said that, Chen Pingan's idea is right, but he doesn't know Shujian Lake very well, and he doesn't know the dangers of the rivers and lakes here. Fortunately, after staying for a while, he should finally know some of Shujian Lake's rules. , so I won’t point fingers at Gu Can anymore. Madam, let’s reverse the truth again. It’s obvious that for people like Chen Pingan, talking about feelings is more effective than anything else. It varies from person to person and is appropriate to the place. .”

The woman thought thoughtfully and felt that Liu Zhimao was quite kind in his current words. Before, they were all polite nonsense.

She is worthy of being the woman who never loses in an argument in a small town. She knows everything.

The woman was a little upset. If Liu Zhimao's statement was followed, that night, from seeing Chen Pingan carrying Gu Can back to the Spring Court House to Chen Pingan finally leaving the house, she had indeed done something wrong.

If she had heard Liu Zhimao's words and what happened that night, she would never have done or said anything wrong like that.

Whenever she has free time in the past two years, she likes to have her maids by her side, rubbing her shoulders, tapping her back, fanning herself against the heat, and holding a stove to keep warm. She will definitely have a maid who is said to be the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites read aloud various books. She also listened to the great principles praised by scholar-bureaucrats and literati, but she just didn't like to hear them. Instead, there were some allusions that often inspired her. For example, she had heard in the book that there was a fire in someone's home. After hearing the news, Ask first whether it hurts anyone, not the loss. This person suddenly became famous and became a well-known benevolent person among scholars. What the woman realized was that she felt that she actually had a chance and could use it. That's the best way to win over people's hearts. There are other meritorious generals who are famous in history, who hold high positions, but are willing to suck pus for their soldiers. After that, all the soldiers in the army are willing to die, and so on, women all have their own experiences and experiences.

The woman wished she could give herself a slap. Liu Zhimao's words were actually the truth in the book. She clearly knew it and remembered it in her heart. Why couldn't it be done when the time came?

Liu Zhimao noticed something strange about the woman and asked, "What's wrong, madam?"

The woman forced a smile and said, "It's okay. Then I dare to ask Zhenjun, how should we act and speak from now on? Will Liu Laocheng of Gongliu Island still be cruel to us on Qingxia Island?"

Liu Zhimao comforted him: "Liu Laocheng is the leading hero in the history of Shujian Lake. Even his enemies must admire him. He is decisive in killing, so when he came to Qingxia Island, he wanted to kill Gu Can. No one can stop him, but now that he has let go of Gu Can, no one can stop him. He can't change Liu Laocheng's decision, and he will never go to Qingxia Island again. So Gu Can and Chunting Mansion, There is no danger anymore, and I can even put down a word with my wife. After that night of fighting, Gu Can is really out of danger. In Shujian Lake today, no one dares to kill someone who Liu Laocheng has not killed!"

The woman is doubtful.

Liu Zhimao didn't say much. The woman in front of him only had to think about half of what he said. No matter what the truth or lies, as long as he said it too harshly, she would become suspicious and choose not to believe it.

The woman turned around, picked up the tea cup, lowered her head and took a sip of tea. Her posture was graceful, her movements were graceful, and there was no trace of earthiness.

Liu Zhimao suddenly lowered his voice and asked: "Madam, why are you so... worried about Chen Pingan?"

The woman's eyes were dark and unclear, "Zhenjun just said that people will change."

Liu Zhimao stroked his beard and smiled.

The woman asked: "Zhenjun, tell me, can I be considered a bad person in Shujian Lake?"

Liu Zhimao shook his head: "Of course he doesn't count. He is a good person. He has clear rewards and punishments, and he is not unkind to servants and maids."

The woman asked: "Even bad people have occasional kindness. What I did to Chen Pingan back then was just a bowl of rice. Is it surprising? I am guarding Chen Pingan now because of a bright life event. It’s for the sake of the splendid spiritual path, and I don’t want to harm Chen Ping’an, so what’s the surprise?”

Liu Zhimao suddenly understood, "When Madam said this, I understood."

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, and then with a pair of moist eyes, she asked with a charming look: "Does the true gentleman look down on the tea in our Spring Court House? So he is not willing to drink a sip? If I remember correctly, this is Mr. Tianhu himself. The Hongyin Island Xianjia tea that was sent, could it be that Zhenjun’s mansion has better tea secretly hidden in it?”

"What Madam said is very sad. Okay, I will pay people to search everywhere, but I also want to bring a few kilograms of tea to the Spring Court House that is better than Hongyin Island."

Liu Zhimao pointed at the woman, laughed loudly, gently put the lid back on the tea cup, said goodbye and left, so that the woman would not have to send her away.

The woman stood up, sat down again, thought for a moment, then stood up and left.

The old housekeeper, who was standing far away at the entrance of the courtyard instead of the hall door, quickly walked into the living room. Normally, he would naturally let the maid in the house clean up the mess. But it was different today. The island owner was here in person, so he felt that he should clean up the mess himself.

When the old monk put away Liu Zhimao's cup of tea, not a drop of tea was left, only a few pieces of Xianjia tea leaves, as green as emerald, lay at the bottom of the cup.

The old monk sighed in his heart that the island owner still had the same trust in Chun Ting Mansion and his wife as always.