Yue Shang Han Guang

The wind and snow for several days finally covered up the last bunch of red plums in Yan Guogao City, and the world touched by the hexagonal ice flowers was silvery.

Outside is snow-capped and the north wind is bleak, but in the teahouse, there are overlapping flowers and singing.

The stage is the third scene of the drunken imperial concubine. The actors with heavy makeup are twirling lightly in circles. Female flower pleats, red necklaces, female boa shoulders with yellow tassels, phoenix crowns, bead curtains, temple flowers, and waist-length hair are flying layer upon layer. Scattered, like a swaying blooming red flower.

There were bursts of applause from the audience.Amidst the noise, the young man in Song Brocade raised his eyebrows and eyes slightly, and knocked the [-]-bone ivory folding fan in his hand, and the golden silk butterfly hidden in the folds of his clothes became animated in an instant in the faint light passing through the carved window panes.

"If I hadn't met you today, I wouldn't have known Brother Wu had such a good mood."

"Just have nothing to do, it's not elegant." Wu Yue put the blue and white porcelain teacup in his hand on the saucer, three-quarters of his profile face showed no expression, and his angular features were aggressive but somewhat stern.

There was a period of silence until the curtain of the drama ended, Wu Yue got up amidst the endless clapping and applause, and the rain patterns on the water-blue Shu brocade seemed to be falling one after another.

Han Jing looked at Wu Yue's tall and straight back, his bright red lips curved into an arc.The folding fan in his hand knocked da, da, da regularly.

The snowflakes were still falling, and there were large and small transparent icicles tied to the eaves. Wu Yue tightened the crane cloak on his body a bit. The white snow reflected his face paler, leaving a series of compact footprints on the snow.

The crane cloak was suddenly grabbed by someone, Wu Yue frowned, and the two slanted sword eyebrows finally had some arcs.

In front of him, the boy with snow-white skin and cheeks that were a little flushed by the wind, who was pulling his clothes with his small claws, was looking up at him with a pair of black jade eyes.

The north wind blows head-on, pouring into the neckline from time to time, making it a bit cold.Wu Yue was about to ask the boy, but he saw the boy's big eyes rolled around, his eyelashes shaking in the wind, shaking off a few snowflakes, his full lips opened and closed, and asked cautiously in a childish voice, "Hero, Could you lend me a penny?"

Although Wu Yue feels that a copper plate is really not a big sum, it can even be said to be pitifully small.However, Wu Yue didn't want this small and pitiful sum to be wasted on irrelevant things.Therefore, in order to find out what purpose his copper plate is used for, Wu Yue asked, "Why do you want this copper plate?"

The young man pointed to a small vendor not far away who was selling candied haws, and then pointed to his withered purse, as if he wanted to make it clear quickly, but he couldn't say it smoothly, "My copper coins are not enough to buy, and finally, candied haws..."

Wu Yue used his strong language organization ability to piece together his words in an instant, and then took out a copper plate from his waist bag and handed it to the young man. As expected, the young man immediately loosened his paws, grabbed the copper plate with both hands, and happily moved towards the small vendor. Running and shouting, "Uncle, wait for me, the last string is mine, it's mine..."

Wu Yue smoothed his wrinkled cuffs, and the complicated patterns lingered under his well-articulated fingers.Looking helplessly at the boy's round figure, he sighed.This copper plate can still be considered worthwhile.

After walking a few steps, the boy caught up again, his dark red lips blurred in the fluttering snowflakes.Wu Yue seemed a little impatient, "What's the matter with you?"

The young man stared blankly at Wu Yue holding the candied haws for a while, then remembered his business in a trance, looked around for a while, and finally saw a scholar selling calligraphy and paintings sitting in the corner watching "The Analects of Confucius", and quickly ran over to ask for a small one He borrowed a pen and ink to write on the waste paper, and returned to Wu Yue with satisfaction.Properly put the piece of waste paper in Wu Yue's hand, smiled and showed two canine teeth and explained, "It's my residence, you can come and find it anytime."

After finishing speaking, he waved goodbye to Wu Yue, and because the boy's clothes were crescent white, he quickly disappeared into the mist.

Wu Yue took a careful look at the waste paper, thinking that unless he was full and had nothing to do, he would go out to collect debts for a copper plate.

A few incoherent laughter sounded from behind, and someone patted Wu Yue's shoulder lightly with a folding fan, "I was just thinking about so many people, why did he choose to borrow money from you, Wu Yue, Major General Wu."

Wu Yue threw the crumpled waste paper into the snow indifferently, and the goose feather and heavy snow buried it instantly. Looking at Han Jing's eyes full of unclear smiles, he said calmly, "Maybe it's because I look righteous that he has excuses." money security."

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