there is snow

. Li Mu trotted to Pei Donglai's side on horseback, with so many eyes staring at him, Pei Donglai felt a little embarrassed, and his tone was also harsh: "You are too annoying, so save me from bothering me here. "

Li Mu's smile was very juvenile, he grinned: "I don't have much time to stay in the capital, I always want to see you."

Pei Donglai was puzzled: "What are you looking at me for?"

"I like you." Li Mu's eyes widened.

Pei Donglai was also dumbfounded. He looked at Li Jiajun at the side and scolded Li Mu in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I'm sincere." Li Mu was also anxious, "I also want to take my time, treat you well first, then let your family like me, and then we will talk about marriage, but I am always fighting outside, staying here Time is short, I miss you, I want to stay with you..."

Pei Donglai scolded: "Shut up, don't say any more!"

Li Mu still wanted to explain something, but the horn blew off again, and Li Mu said reluctantly, "Then... I'm leaving."

Whether Pei Dong came to see him or not.

"Can I hug one?" Li Mu asked.

Pei Donglai raised his hand to beat him, but Li Mu quickly waved his hand: "Forget it."

The Li family's army set off, and the horns blew to strengthen the army's morale. Pei Donglai saw him off at the gate tower, one man and one horse. The journey was long, and more than one person's heart was flustered.

Chapter 19-21

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Zhu Xiaolian went into the palace in a carriage, and only Bao Zheng, who had returned from the next court, was left in Kaifeng Mansion.

"Uncle Fu, did Xiao Lai go home yesterday?" Bao Zheng stopped his servants and asked.

"I haven't seen the third master. I'm afraid I'm busy in Dali Temple again. I'll ask someone to go and greet me later." Uncle Fu replied.

"Okay, it's all right." Bao Zheng turned his head and walked into the inner room with his hands behind his back. He felt agitated, and something was wrong, so he stopped Fu Bo and said, "Did Xiao Leng come back yesterday?"

"Come back, I left early this morning."

"fine."

Bao Zheng was extremely disturbed.

Leng Xue went to Dali Temple first to report at the Six Gates. Zhang Xun said that Shaoqing asked for leave the day before yesterday to send General Li to the border town, and never came back.

"Your Excellency, he eloped with General Li, didn't he?" Zhang Xun looked at Leng Xue with grief on his face.

The little catcher was speechless for a while, Zhang Xun regarded him as the acquiescence, and said sadly: "I knew it, I knew that General Li's courtship had no good intentions, and Master Shaoqing's future was ruined by him."

Cold-bloodedly said that it is better to read less of your folk novels.

Zhang Xun pulled Leng Xue's arm, but fortunately he withdrew his hand quickly, otherwise Leng Butou would have twisted his arm.

"Master Leng, if you see Pei Shaoqing, you must convey it to me. I support him."

Leng Xue took the sword and left Dali Temple quickly, talking about the hardships of Pei Donglai's living environment.

The six gates are also very busy recently, and the mobilization of soldiers and horses outside the pass is fierce. It is rumored among the people that General Flying Star is about to rebel. Even Mr. Zhuge is busy with this matter. Leng Xue didn't tell Bao Zheng, but Bao Zheng can't Hidden by his little trick, the two brothers didn't tell the truth.

Until the evening, Tie Shou saw Leng Xue passing by, beckoned him to go, said that he took out a piece of oil paper from his arms and handed it to Leng Xue, opened it, and found that it was Ning Fengxuan's pastry and a carved knife.

"I bought it when I went back to Beijing last time to deal with a case." Tie Shou smiled bluntly, cold-blooded a little embarrassed, quickly put the knife into his close pocket, and wrapped the pastry in oiled paper. Some scholars always like sweets when they take it home.

"Do you like it?" Tie Shou asked him, his expression and voice were flattering.

Cold-blooded nodded, not knowing what to say in response.

Looking at Zhui Ming from the side, her eyebrows were almost raised to the sky. The smiling girl couldn't get used to the envious and jealous expression of the single old bachelor, so she asked Zhui Ming: "What do you look like, I don't like you ?”

Zhui Ming "Ouch" sighed for a long time, and then said: "I, an old fritter, can't see the sour smell of young people falling in love. They are all tricks to coax little girls. These two people are too stupid."

"If you think he's stupid, you can find one yourself." Jiao Niang gave Zhui Ming's thigh a slap.

Zhui Ming was smiling and unserious, and was about to have a few words with Jiao Niang, when suddenly his face threw him to the ground, all the tables, chairs and books around him exploded, and the antique flowerpot was broken to the ground, he closed his eyes mercilessly and concentrated Mind, intercepted the second wave of fire bombs in mid-air.

Leng Xue let out a roar, sword energy flew out of the house, and there was a series of screams in the yard.

The fire in the backyard has reached the main room, the assassin's firepower is fierce, no matter how good the kung fu is, he can't head-to-head, cold blood swung his sword and opened a bloody path, the injured retreated first, the iron hand grabbed his arm and wanted to go together, cold blood shook his head: " I'm going to Kaifeng Mansion, you guys leave."

The iron hand let go of him and pushed the ruthless wheelchair, but his eyes stayed on him. The girl shouted anxiously: "You can't go, you will be arrested."

Cold blood has rushed out.

The heat wave caused by the explosion of gunpowder overturned Leng Xue, and before he passed out, he saw Fei Yu's icy face.

(twenty)

The architecture of the imperial city is naturally different from that of ordinary people's houses. Zhu Xiaolian walked forward with the father-in-law who led him, but couldn't stop looking at the surrounding scenery. He painted customs, but he was also interested in architecture and beauties.

The emperor asked him to draw beauties, but the beauties in the palace would definitely not let him, a man from outside, see them clearly. Through the curtain, Zhu Xiaolian felt that she had her own beauty. The study room he prepared was located in a quiet corner of the palace courtyard. , very elegant, sketch Yaxu's ink ingot, declared white paper.

Zhu Xiaolian looked at the beauty through the curtain, the tulle fluttered and the incense lingered.

The little scholar stopped his pen, picked up another piece of paper he had prepared, and began to draw again. The lifelike picture of the beauties was put aside. Under the scholar's brush, the hands are like catkins, the skin is like creamy fat, the collar is like a grub, and the teeth are like gnats. Such as the gourd rhinoceros, the head of a moth and the eyebrows of a moth.

As he was drawing and drawing, he turned out to be a man.

Zhu Xiaolian remembered his gentle smile.

When he raised his head again, he almost collided with the approaching face again. Mr. Zhu looked at him in surprise, and the man smiled and asked him, "Who is this drawn?"

Zhu Xiaolian crumpled the paper in his hand in a panic. It was too late for the man to stop him, but it was a pity that he lost a good painting.

"The painting is myself." Zhu Xiaolian said.

"Really? I don't think so." The sixth son looked at Zhu Xiaolian's glowing red ears with his hands behind his back, thinking how long it would take for this dull person to realize that he was wearing a dragon robe.

Zhu Xiaolian knelt on the ground of Yanhe Hall, shaking all over his body, Zhao Zhen slowly unfolded a ball of paper in his hand on the table, wrinkled and smoothed the tiny ones, it was an extremely trivial task, but the emperor did it He is meticulous, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You don't draw well." The emperor said suddenly, Zhu Xiaolian trembled and almost cried.

"Damn the small ones, damn the small ones." Zhu Xiaolian kowtowed like garlic, if he had known this, he must have had a full meal before entering the palace this morning, otherwise he would be a starving ghost if he died.

"How can I be so good-looking, the painting doesn't look like it." Zhao Zhen thought he was very interesting. When he first met him in the Shen family, he was so proud that he could look at people with his nostrils. How could he be scared into such a villain in just a short while? appearance.

Zhu Xiaolian raised his head to peek at Zhao Zhen's face, and found that his eyes collided, he lowered his head abruptly, and stammered: "Small, I think the emperor is handsome, much better than, than, than this painting."

As soon as he heard it, it was a fart, and Zhao Zhen couldn't help but laugh.

The emperor seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and slowly suppressed his smile. He looked at Zhu Xiaolian, and said, "Young Master Zhu, do you have a family?"

"No." Zhu Xiaolian bowed his head back.

"Well, very good." The emperor nodded, "How about staying with me tonight?"

Zhu Xiaolian was startled, and then responded: "It's all up to the emperor's arrangement."

Zhao Zhen on the head was silent for a long time, and after a while he asked suspiciously: "Do you agree?"

"Agree, agree." Zhu Xiaolian nodded desperately.

The novelty and fright of the day were already overwhelming Mr. Zhu's heart. The emperor left quickly, and the dinner was delivered to the house by his father-in-law. The scholar himself moved less and ate less, but thinking about his lack of security, he was caught at a certain moment. The emperor pulled it out and it clicked off, Zhu Xiaolian picked up the chopsticks and forcefully stuffed a bowl of rice into his stomach.

As soon as it was dark, the consul's father-in-law came to take him, saying that he wanted to take a bath and change clothes, Zhu Xiaolian followed in a daze, and was stripped off by four maids and two eunuchs and washed clean from inside to outside, the young man was so ashamed that he blushed and pulled him While saying that I can't use my clothes, I can't, after a shower, the people in the room are so tired that they are almost exhausted.

The father-in-law yelled in a thin voice: "This old servant has served so many masters, and I have never seen one who is as troublesome as you."

The color on Zhu Xiaolian's face hasn't faded yet, so he can only laugh dryly.

"It's such a rare thing." The father-in-law murmured.

(21)

The two door guards closed the door, and the room was brightly illuminated by red candles. Zhu Xiaolian looked around the room curiously. Zhao Zhen half leaned on the chair and chanted, the beads in his hand kept spinning.

The emperor raised his eyes to look at the scholar standing at the door, closed his eyes and continued to read his scriptures.

Zhu Xiaolian was curious enough, he didn't dare to disturb the emperor, so he moved slowly and approached, the smell of acacia in the stove was strong.

Zhao Zhen recited the Shurangama Sutra, with a soft and pious voice, his long and thick fingers quickly turned the beads, his eyelashes were also long, and his whole face was solemn and delicate. Zhu Xiaolian wanted to draw a picture with itchy hands, but he held back.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" Zhao Zhen opened his mouth, his eyes drifted over the seat beside him, Zhu Xiaolian said "yes", and sat next to the emperor, when the warm hand was placed on his lap, Zhu Xiaolian almost fell from the seat Jump up on the chair.

The scene that followed seemed to be out of control. When the emperor kissed Zhu Xiaolian's neck, he was suddenly pushed away.