Fast through the white moonlight in the sky

Hou Yanshanbai sighed and said: "Tomorrow is the winter solstice, according to Dayu's rule, it should be Muxiu. Although I don't usually talk about this, but it is the winter solstice after all, and there is no rush for homework." , it’s better to wait for your hand slowly.”

The winter solstice is the shortest day of the year, and it is also the most important festival for the royal family.It is said that there is not enough yang energy on this day, and only the righteous dragon energy of the emperor can suppress the millions of evil spirits gushing out of the ground that day.Therefore, this day has been endowed with a strong color of imperial power, and it has naturally become a day for the official Muxiu.After the good medicine was delivered, Yan Shanbai stood up and said: "I should have given you something... but I can't leave the palace either." After saying that, he laughed at himself and put the medicine dish on hand aside.

Lin Weiyu stood there blankly, he didn't know what to say.And at that moment, he was suddenly a little scared, what should he do if one day Yan Shanbai finally couldn't bear the loneliness in the palace and left him.After he lost two of his closest relatives, Yan Shanbai's sudden appearance was like a life-saving straw for him who was about to drown.He was afraid, afraid that this last straw would also sink into the water...

Just when Lin Weiyu was thinking wildly, he suddenly felt a chill on his wrist, and looked down, it turned out that Yan Shanbai was measuring the length of his arm with his fingers.

"Okay, the days are short and the nights are long these days, and it will be dark soon. If you don't feel sleepy, you can read a book, but there are not many candles in Xipu Palace, so don't look at it for too long." He said.

As Yan Shanbai said, today's sunset happened very early.It didn't take long for the falling snow outside the window to be dyed red by the setting sun, giving birth to a warm feeling.Lin Weiyu suddenly felt that it was no longer cold, he stood up and opened his arms towards the red printed snow field, as if it was a little warmer.

Lin Weiyu remembered that Yan Shanbai had only painted a setting sun and snow scene a few days ago, and the painting hadn't been finished yet.Seeing the scenery at this moment, he suddenly wanted to call Yan Shanbai to let him have a look.He not only wanted Yan Shanbai to create a perfect painting, but also privately hoped that he could use his brushwork to retain the warmth of this moment.

Although Xipu Palace is very large, there are only a few houses left that are still popular.It didn't take long for Lin Weiyu to find the man in one of the rooms. He was still wearing the white robe with gold patterns.Although it looks a little thin in this white snow scene, it is even more soul-stirring.

Although Yan Shanbai looks thin, he is still an adult man, or even more elegant.If he is still in the rivers and lakes this year, then he must be a romantic son who drinks wine and rides horses to get drunk, Lin Weiyu often thinks so.

But at this time, he saw from a distance that Yan Shanbai was sitting alone in the house, holding a long needle in his hand facing the red snow everywhere.There was a pile of cotton at the bottom of his feet, covered with a few pieces of cloth that had been removed from nowhere, and a pair of rusty scissors.In the past, Yan Shanbai, who was omnipotent and omnipotent, was stumped by where to get the needle.After gesticulating for a long time, he finally connected the two sleeves at hand with the first stitch, and the stitches were crooked.

Slowly, Yan Shanbai seemed to have found the knack of sewing.Stitch after stitch, the speed gradually increased, and the stitches began to become smoother.When the red sun in the sky disappeared and the red snow on the ground cooled down, he finally put down the silver needle in his hand.

At this time, a cold moon had already hung silently on the branches. Through the moonlight, Lin Weiyu saw the intricate patterns carved on the back of the needle.It turned out that the one that Yanshan Bai took just now was not an embroidery needle that can be seen in ordinary people's homes, but a hidden weapon flying needle that can only be found in martial arts.With a wave of Yan Shanbai's hands, the needle disappeared somewhere, leaving only an afterimage of nothingness in the air, and only the thick coat with the cuffs patched was left in his hand .

Lin Weiyu wanted to run forward, but he suppressed the urge. He gritted his teeth and ran back to his room quickly.He was only covered with a few thin quilts, although he closed his eyes tightly, but he didn't feel sleepy in his heart.The quilt that used to feel drafty everywhere, I don’t know if it secretly sucked in some sunset glow in the afternoon, and now it has become warmer.

A cold moon rose slowly outside the window, and in a blink of an eye it had already hung on the branch of the tallest tree.Lin Weiyu vaguely remembered that the empress used to hold him in her arms every night and tell some beautiful stories that happened in the palace.Among them is the legend about the tallest tree in Xipu Palace...

According to legend, the big tree was planted by a prince of the Yu Dynasty a hundred years ago.They all said that the prince had been waiting for someone, but in the end the prince left here early before waiting for him.

At the end of the story, the prince was buried next to the tree he planted himself.The young Lin Weiyu once had a dispute with the empress, how could the majestic prince give up the feng shui treasure land in Xishan and stay here without setting up a tomb?

"Maybe I'm still waiting," the queen answered him.

As if sleepy, Lin Weiyu's thoughts ran wildly again.Many beautiful stories that have been forgotten for many years have become clear again.In the chaos, he seemed to have returned to the warm Xipu Palace in the past.

Holding an oil lamp in his white hand, Yan Shan walked into the house slowly.Lin Weiyu was sleeping very well, he didn't kick the quilt all over the place, so Yan Shanbai put down the hand that was going to tuck the corner of the quilt.

The lamp was lightly placed beside the bed, and the wide open window took in all the scenery in the courtyard.Yan Shanbai narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at the huge ancient locust tree, and remembered something.

Those seemingly pitiful dead things can live longer than humans and witness more stories. I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.A gust of cold wind blew by, and the child on the bed moved into the depths of the bed a little afraid of the cold, Yan Shanbai thought of closing the window only then.

He gently covered the quilt with the clothes with mend cuffs, and left with the lamp.Now it is the time of Zi, but I don't know where he is going.

Although the First Emperor Bintian has not passed for a long time, after all, today is also the first big festival after the new emperor ascends the throne.The imperial palace became lively early in the morning, and Yudu, which stretched for hundreds of miles, also took off the plain clothes that had been tightly wrapped for half a year as if it couldn't wait any longer.

Unlike other festivals, there is no dinner on the day of the winter solstice, but an extremely grand breakfast that lasts most of the day instead.Now the time has not yet arrived, and the sky is still dark, but the banquet has already started as if it can't wait.Although Dayu was governed by Confucianism, he did not stick to rules in his daily activities.In addition, the scale of this breakfast banquet was huge, apart from the princes, nobles and court officials, even those talented and beauties from Yudu were all invited to attend.Regardless of the scene or the atmosphere, this breakfast banquet was far superior to other events in the palace.

As early as the day when Taizu established the dynasty, some alchemists once said that the Yu Dynasty was a Mude, and only by digging a pond in the palace to divert water can nourish the spiritual veins of the current dynasty and suppress the remnants of the previous dynasty.Therefore, there is today's lake named after the surname "Lin" of Dayu.

Lin Lake is located in the center of the imperial palace. As an inner lake of the imperial palace, its water diversion is naturally very particular—the source of water is the melted ice above Jieling Ridge in spring and summer, and it is diverted from western hot springs in autumn and winter.Therefore, the lake is shrouded in smog in all seasons, especially in autumn and winter.

In the corridor by the forest lake, a man in green shirt was talking with a young man standing next to him.I saw the boy nodding his head, while involuntarily cast his gaze to the end of the corridor.The wind by the lake was strong, and the figures of the two people were obscured by the fog, which was not very clear.After a while, the boy ran towards the end of the corridor holding a fox fur that he did not know where he got it.

At this time, it was dawn, and all those with official positions had already entered the front hall to wait for today's only time to meet Shengyan.Therefore, those who are still staying here in Linhu are those who came with the idea of ​​"opening the horizon" and have not yet achieved fame.

Most of these young people are the children of high-ranking officials in the DPRK and China, or well-known talents in Beijing.They are all dressed in brocade clothes and have childish looks on their faces. At this moment, they are leaning on the big red carved dragon pillars in the covered bridge, looking into the distance and their hearts are full of expectations and longings.In contrast, Yan Shanbai, who was still wearing a robe with a white background and gold pattern, seemed out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.

"Young master, this is a gift from my master, please accept it." The silver-white fox fur has no mottled color, and it feels like brocade and satin to the touch. This is the best snow fox fur.The little servant respectfully held the fox fur up, "My son has an invitation, please come with me."

"Let's go." Yan Shanbai couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but he didn't refuse after thinking about it.

The corridor twists and turns for a few times, and the servant finally leads the person into a pavilion, where there is no court lady but a man sitting there.He looks about 26 or [-] years old. Although the color of his blue shirt is plain, the exquisite material and fine dark embroidery patterns always show that this person is an extraordinary person.

Yan Shanbai bowed to him, "Sir, this item is too expensive, please forgive me, I really can't accept it."

The man stood up and made a gesture of "please" to Yan Shanbai, "Young master, you don't need to be too polite. I just see that your clothes are thin and you happen to have a fur coat. Anyway, it's useless to stay with me. Why don't you give it to the young master, I'm afraid the young master will dislike it." He smiled and said: "If the young master does not dislike it, I will sit here with you." As soon as he finished speaking, the tea had already been brewed, with a look that could not be refused look.

...Yan Shanbai looked at this person's familiar appearance, and his thoughts could not help but fly away.

"Young Master?" Perhaps seeing him standing there without moving for a long time, the man couldn't help calling out. "En, okay." Yan Shanbai came back to the stone table and sat down after recovering.Before Yan Shanbai could speak, the man had already asked him, "I don't know what to call your son? I have lived in Yudu for more than [-] years, but I haven't noticed that there is someone like you in the city."