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When he stepped into the Sweeping Hexuan, Zhou Tang's originally disturbed and entangled mood settled down in an instant.

Time flies, and he just realized that he hasn't been to this place for three years.

It was just a house, and he never felt that there was anything worth nostalgic about. However, when he walked in again today, he suddenly found that he had left too much nostalgia here.

This dusty room is still the same as it was then, with broken brooms piled up in the corner, some unsightly mold spots on the walls, and a cabinet that was in good condition, but now one of its legs is broken, standing there crookedly .

There is a window open...

It's the only place that's clean.

Zhou Tang walked over and saw what Luo Ping had left for him on the window sill.

There was a puddle of tea in the small porcelain bowl, the water had completely cooled down, but the aroma of the tea leaves still remained.Not only the smell of Biluochun, but also a familiar and long-lasting fragrance.

Zhou Tang remembered that the little master once made him a bowl of tea like this.

Because at that time he trotted all the way from the palace, his mouth was dry after sweeping Hexuan, he picked up the bowl and drank it whole. The little master felt very distressed when he saw this, and he loved his tea: "I shouldn't give it to you. It's a reckless waste of money for you to keep a bowl!"

He was at a loss and asked what was wrong. The young master said that he packed the tea in a gauze bag and put it in the heart of the lotus at dusk when the lotus was about to close. Tea bags are brewed with hot water.He drank such a troublesome and elegant tea as plain water, how could he not feel distressed?

Later, the little master didn't have the leisure to make this tea for him.

Zhou Tang picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, the bitterness mixed with the sweetness, his heart calmed down unconsciously, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The little master spent an evening and an early morning preparing such a bowl of tea for him, which showed that he never planned to leave without saying goodbye, and that even if he left, he would still take him into his heart.

There is a letter of paper under the teacup.

Zhou Tang opened this letter with a cautious and nervous mood. He thought that the little master would give him a detailed explanation, maybe the length would be very long, and there might be a lot of reluctance towards him...

In fact, the letter consisted of only a few sentences.

From Xiaotang personally:

The emperor's order was hard to disobey, and Luo Ping was ordered to dismiss him for ten years.

I am a sinner, there is no place to live in the capital, it is better to go back to seclusion, you don't need to worry about it.

Now that the situation in the court is changing, Wang Jun must be more careful.

We will meet again and wait for a better time.

Sincerely, Mu Quan

Seeing such a short note, Zhou Tang almost tore up the letter again in a fit of anger.

However, he looked at the phrase "we will meet again, and wait for the better day", and finally he couldn't do it.

Best time... when is the best time?

Do you really want him to wait ten years?

The person who had been with him and supported him all this time just disappeared?Didn't tell him where he went, just left a promise that he didn't know when it would be fulfilled, and just quit his life like this?

How could he accept this.

The tea in the bowl was drank in one gulp, and the end of the sweetness was bitter.

The willow branches lightly brushed across the window, Zhou Tang's eyes were entwined with the tender green, and stopped on the notch on the window edge.

That time he accidentally tore a collection of books, Luo Ping scolded him and fined him to copy the books.

Feeling aggrieved, he carved a picture on the window sill, which was the appearance of the little master holding a book and trying to hit him on the head, with three words written crookedly on the side - smelly master.

Now there is something more there.

Beside the stinky master, there is a villain dodging with his head in his arms, smiling with crooked eyes.Next to the villain, there are three clear and meaningful characters - Si Xiaotang.

"Pfft!" Zhou Tang couldn't help bursting out laughing.

He didn't expect that the always prudent little master would have such a childish moment.

The engraving is still very fresh, clearly engraved not long ago.

Caressing those rough wood residues, Zhou Tang put his forehead on the body of "Stinky Master", "Little Master, I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm afraid... I'm not as strong as you think."

He knew that he couldn't always rely on his little master. Over the past three years, he was slowly learning to deal with some troubles independently.But he never thought that one day the little master would really not be by his side.

A person who has taken root in his heart cannot be pulled out just by pulling it out.

Zhou Tang cleaned up the Sweeping Hexuan, and moved back the original tables and chairs.Even though he was the only one inside, he put in two chairs.

Every morning, he would come over to read and practice calligraphy, and sometimes he would subconsciously look up at the chair opposite, always feeling that the little master was sitting there, either reading a book or sleeping lightly.

This feeling is very strange.

Because since Luo Ping took office in Dali Temple, they rarely had the opportunity to sit face to face like this.

But for some reason, after that person left, such a memory became clearer day by day, and it made him want to stop it more and more day by day.So he was like an addict, and he felt uncomfortable all over if he didn't come to sweep Hexuan.

Opening Xu Gongzi's latest masterpiece "Long Stay", Zhou Tang looked at it intently.

Yes, he started reading Mr. Xu's novels again.

There is no little master to discipline him, why can't he read it?

It's just that the ending of this book is not so happy. The sentence at the end is:

Hate parting, leaving people without returning, burning lovesickness, thinking has turned to ashes.

Zhou Tang froze for a moment, then tore up the book.

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Autumn turns to winter, it gets dark early, the cold wind blowing from the north is even more biting, and there is snow in the cold.

Fang Jin looked up at the sky, and after thinking about it in his heart, he couldn't help being a little annoyed: It seems that he can't enter Mocheng today. Instead of drinking the northwest wind under the city wall, he might as well find a place to stay for now.

It's just that in a remote place like the suburbs of Beijing, is there any inn?

He couldn't find the inn, but he soon saw a restaurant not far from the official road.

Open the door and go in, it's quite lively inside.

Like him, most of the people in the restaurant were rushing into the city but were caught by the wind and snow. They gathered in twos and threes to drink and brag, making the small restaurant warm.

Fang Jin looked around, a smile appeared on his lips.

The boss of this house is quite capable, the restaurant is opened on the side of the official road, and guests from all over the world gather together. Yes, without disturbing each other, it's really fun.

The waiter came to greet him, and seeing that he was alone, he cleverly led him to the corner near the shopkeeper, surrounded by ordinary people, and two scholars fell asleep at the next table, which was the least troublesome place.

He thanked the waiter, ordered a bowl of beef noodles, a few side dishes, and a glass of wine.

When the singer at the side saw such a handsome man, she would send him shy and admiring glances from time to time, but he pretended not to see him, and ate and drank quietly on his own.

Although this is a corner, the view is excellent, and he can see almost the entire lobby. Just as Fang Jin was watching with relish two officials punching fists, a profiteer cracking his abacus, and three children fighting for beef, the door of the restaurant opened again. was pushed away.

The person who came was dressed in plain clothes and light fur, very thinly dressed, his face was a little red from the cold, but he was not seen shivering from the cold.The man put away the paper umbrella, brushed the white snow on his shoulders, glanced at the restaurant, and found that there were almost no seats, so he walked straight to the shopkeeper.

Fang Jin felt a little strange, when the waiter saw the man coming in, he didn't go up to greet him, but ran to the back hall.

After a while, an old woman walked out of the back hall, holding a food box in her hand and handing it to the man. The man took the food box, said something to the old woman, the shopkeeper and the waiter, and the three promised If the promise is promised, the man will leave.

At this time, Fang Jin understood that this person was not a passer-by, but the owner of this restaurant.

On the spur of the moment, he wanted to meet the boss, so he got up and walked to the man, and said with a bow: "I am passing by here to rest for a while, if you don't mind, brother, it would be nice to have a drink at the same table with me." ?”

The man turned his head to look at him when he heard the words, and suddenly an expression of extreme astonishment appeared on his face. Although he quickly restrained himself, Fang Jin still noticed him: "Why, do you know me, brother?"

The man shook his head, his face turned pale.

The old woman interjected: "Guest, you may have misunderstood, this is not a guest, but our boss."

Fang Jinxin said that I just guessed that he was the boss and came to strike up a conversation. He pretended to be surprised: "Ah, that's really presumptuous."

"Ms. Sun, go and do your work. I can eat here. Xiao Li, shopkeeper Wang, you can also greet the guests." The man dismissed some of his assistants and smiled modestly at Fang Jin, "Your Excellency is very kind." Invitation, how dare Luo Ping retreat, take a seat, this meal, I treat you as an invitation."

Luo Ping did not expect that he would meet this person here.

In his last life, he was dismissed from office for ten years, and returned to his hometown depressed, only thinking about how to return to the officialdom, and he did not open a restaurant in the suburbs of Beijing to do business like in this life, so he did not meet Fang Jin at that time.

Now that I think about it, this person did not appear by Zhou Tang's side out of thin air. It turns out that as early as this year, he began to get involved in Dacheng's government.

They drank a few glasses of wine together, and the two talked happily on the surface, but in fact they had their own thoughts.

Fang Jin was thinking about Luo Ping's background, and Luo Ping was thinking about Fang Jin's purpose.Both of them are intelligent and quick-witted people, and they soon came to their own conclusions.

Fang Jin already remembered that in recent years, there was a Luo Siqing who was highly regarded by the emperor in the court. He heard that he was convicted and dismissed for ten years at the beginning of the year. It seemed that he was the gentle and cautious owner of the restaurant in front of him.

And Luo Ping also found out the power that Fang Jin wanted to defect to: "His Royal Highness?"

Fang Jin said: "Exactly, although I am a reckless man, I also want to be loyal to the country and benefit the country and society of Dacheng. Hearing that His Royal Highness is benevolent and virtuous, I want to go to be his staff."

Luo Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "If your Excellency is a reckless man, there will be no magi in Dacheng."

Fang Jin: "Brother Luo is ridiculous. In front of you, how dare Fang call himself a sage."

Luo Ping waved his hand: "It's all in the past." After a pause, he continued, "Luo Ping is no longer in court, so logically speaking, he shouldn't talk too much, but I've seen you like old friends, and I still want to persuade you."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Although the prince is virtuous, he is indeed a worthy heir, but it's a pity..."

"pity?"

"Unfortunately, good fortune is not enough."

After saying this with a sigh, Luo Ping got up to leave, but Fang Jin stopped him with his hand: "Brother Luo, what did you say? Did you know something happened?"

Luo Ping flicked his wrist away: "That's all Luo said, you can do it yourself."

He just took two steps forward, but Luo Ping looked at him helplessly when he was stopped again.

Fang Jin didn't ask about the prince anymore, but asked with concern: "Brother Luo, don't you feel cold when you go out like this?"

In his opinion, Luo Ping was wearing too little clothes. He had internal strength to protect his body but felt cold outside, so he couldn't help worrying whether his physique as a scholar could bear it.

Luo Ping smiled: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold."

"Not afraid of the cold? But your hands are so cold!"

"Well, maybe I got used to it before, it's not very uncomfortable."

Maybe it was because he stayed in the prison without amnesty for a long time in his previous life, maybe it was because he went to the underworld, Luo Ping found that he was really not afraid of the cold anymore.Even though his body was as cold as ice, he couldn't feel it.He thought, this is probably the sequelae of rebirth.

After letting Luo Ping go, Fang Jin fell into deep thought.

He remembered Luo Ping's eyes full of surprise when he first met, as if he had recognized him a long time ago.

But he himself had no such impression.Leaving aside his photographic memory, it stands to reason that once he has seen such a wonderful person, he will never forget him no matter what...