"Miss, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so strange? Is the cold air from your bare feet getting into your body?"

On the third floor of Meiyingzhai, in a messy study room, the little maid with a bun face said worriedly.

"I, I'm fine..." Su Guo'er's voice came.

Cai Shou couldn't help but take a second look at the young lady standing silently beside the wastebasket lying on the ground.

Today was fine at first, but in the afternoon something strange happened, and the lady suddenly became different from usual.

The changes in her own lady made her feel a little strange yet familiar at the same time.

That's right.

It's strange yet familiar.

Strangeness is compared to the usual indifference and tranquility.

And familiar...

It was the young lady who ran downstairs barefoot and stepped on the rainwater in the courtyard regardless of everything. It was a bit like dreaming back to her childhood.

The shadowy little lolita who loved to fly around with naughty boys, fall in love with houses and tiles, and climb walls and roofs seems to be back again.

Although it may only be a flash in the pan.

However, Cai Shou always felt that as she grew up, she began to become quiet, indifferent, polite and courteous, but there was still a naughty and lively figure of a romantic girl hidden in her heart.

It just doesn't show up very often.

From movement to stillness.

But for some reason, something seemed to be let out of its cage today.

Cai Shou couldn't help but look at the piece of mulberry paper that was deforming the fabric in front of the young lady's soft breasts.

It's covered in someone's handwriting.

It seems that it was caused by this poem sent by Mr. Ouyang...

"Cai Shou, you, you go out first." Su Guo'er suddenly said.

She silently took a step forward, her skirt blocking the paper basket lying on the ground next to her and the bamboo sticks wrapped in red paper among the scraps of paper.

Cai Shou's attention was diverted and she said blankly: "Okay."

"etc."

"What's wrong, miss? What's wrong?"

"I'm not uncomfortable, I just suddenly discovered something very important. You don't need to worry about it. Just do your thing well. Besides..."

Su Guo'er paused, her cheeks turned slightly red, and she turned her eyes away and said:

"In addition, you are not allowed to tell anyone what happened today, not even the master and his wife. Do you understand?"

"Oh." Cai Shou lowered her head and raised the toes of her embroidered shoes to drill into the ground, "I understand."

"Okay, you go down first, and also tell the other maids in the yard not to talk nonsense."

"yes."

Watching Cai Shou's back disappearing from the door, the door was closed from the outside, Su Bao'er stood motionless by the wastebasket. When she heard the voice coming downstairs and walked away, she moved like a rabbit and came to the door barefoot.

, lock the door from the inside.

Immediately he walked quickly to the fallen wastebasket.

Su Guoer's figure paused and her shadow shook.

He seemed to hesitate.

She twisted the paper and held up the skirts on both sides, and squatted down without caring about her appearance.

The bare-footed girl in a peach red skirt hugged her knees and buried her face in her hands, revealing a pair of narrow eyes, staring at the bamboo sticks wrapped in red paper on the ground.

The bamboo stick lay quietly among the scraps of paper, as if waiting for someone to pick it up.

The hands holding her knees clenched slightly into fists.

"Is it a coincidence or..."

The murmur started to speak but stopped.

There were some complicated colors in Su Guo'er's eyes.

There is doubt, there is shame, and there are other things.

She had never thought about this before.

He didn't care at all about this unexpected marriage lottery.

However, Su Guo'er had just experienced something that had become a motto, and was in a state of... Thousands of times later, when she suddenly looked back at the man in the dim light, who was suddenly stunned, there was a faint and wonderful experience of being wrapped in fate.

There is another way... Everything in the world seems to have a certain destiny-like trajectory. It just depends on whether you can catch a few hints of the mysterious feeling.

Under the influence of the aftermath of this special incident, my thoughts unconsciously turned towards a certain kind of fatalism.

They are extremely sensitive to the clues happening around them.

So now, Su Guoer faced this marriage lottery again.

Even if your mind is not gullible, your heart will inevitably have the embarrassing thought of "Is there destiny somewhere in the world?"

In fact, this is not to blame for Su Guo'er's random thoughts. Even in this situation, it is difficult for anyone to be completely indifferent and rational.

What's more, the person facing this marriage is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who is quite sophisticated and suspicious. She is already at a sensitive and worried age.

In front of the wastebasket, Su Bao'er didn't reach out for a long time.

The graceful figure squatting down was quiet.

She didn't really believe in fate before.

But since I learned what kind of blood I shed when I was born in the mortal world, I learned about the ups and downs my parents had experienced, and I also learned about the actions of the "kind" grandmother who had never been masked.

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She couldn't help but not believe it at all.

In addition, there is the old fortune teller who once told Su Guoer's fortune and uttered maxims.

Not long ago, Su Guoer just received the news that the old prime minister surnamed Yuan, who had a high ranking in the Qing Dynasty on Maoshan Mountain, had become an immortal, that is, he had died.

She also vaguely heard that the old fortune-teller might have lost his life span because he had revealed too many secrets, and it would be difficult to survive even if he died...

Perhaps this is the reason why Taoist priests of the Shangqing Sect are mostly from a single lineage, and it is difficult to live long and die in peace.

He is between joining the world and leaving the world, wavering between the mortal world and the hidden world.

He also spends the whole day praying to gods, or slaying demons... He is mainly a nosy person.

Even if most of the disciples he accepts are those with very tough fortunes, they will not live long.

They are both descendants of the Three Mountains. Take a look at the Taoist priests from the Taiqing Sect of Longhu Mountain and the Yuqing Sect of Gezao Mountain.

In the former case, the gates of his mansion were tightly closed, Master Huang and Zi rarely came out of the mountains, and he cherished his feathers very much.

The latter, watching the door open, saving lives and healing the wounded, refining elixirs, and mingling with princes, nobles, and common people, are full of fireworks in the world.

After hearing this news, Su Guo'er felt sad and a little silent.

At this moment, the study was quiet for a long time.

Above the overturned wastebasket, a bare hand suddenly stretched out.

The palms stopped in the air.

He took it back again.

"Proverbs are proverbs, but they don't mention this red sign. What are you thinking about..."

Su Guo'er shook her head slightly, lowered her eyes and whispered:

"Are we sharing wealth and adversity together? In other words, if we are in the same camp, there are many reasonable ways to make friends, like Brother A, or Sister Xie, but it's definitely not like the nymphomaniac Cai Shou."

As if she was talking to herself to enlighten her, Su Guo'er stood up, waved her hand and walked away while whispering.

Walk towards the desk.

Go halfway.

Su Guo'er stopped, turned back to the wastebasket, squatted down and picked up the bamboo stick wrapped in red paper.

He walked straight to the bookshelf, tiptoed and picked out a large, thick book on the top shelf.

Su Guo'er casually stuffed the brand new marriage sign into the book, then stood on tiptoe to return the thick book to its place.

Her eyelids drooped and she turned away.

The marriage sign has not been lost.

But, it didn't open either.

At dusk, the last ray of light behind the distant mountains outside the window shrank back behind the dark outline of the mountains.

There was no light in the study, so Su Bao'er carefully put away the piece of mulberry paper and stayed quietly in the room for a while. After a while, she walked out of the study and went to the courtyard, where she found Cai Shou leading the maids to prepare dinner.

Su Guo'er pushed aside the other maids and called Cai Shou to him.

"Miss, your face looks much better now."
To be continued...