Royal

It blooms in early March, before the vernal equinox. In the evening, the setting sun hangs on the sky, and the sunset glow is purple and golden.

At the gate of the Central Army's barracks in the north of the city, Xie Ning was wearing a light fur coat. He watched Jian Linfeng lift the curtain and bent into the carriage blankly. He sighed in his heart, then turned around and walked back to the barracks.

Jian Linfeng is only two years older than Xie Ning, but he hasn't seen him in the past few days, and he has a silky hair growing on his temples.

Jian Linfeng is pure and non-controversial by nature, he doesn't like fame and fortune, he doesn't know the dangers of the world, he doesn't know the turmoil, the folding fan in his hand is like a peach blossom, white and clean.

In the past in Beijing, I only knew that during the day, I would pick wind and sing with the famous scholar Zhou Tian, ​​and at night I would pick a bunch of green chrysanthemums and send them to my home.

Jian Zhongzheng once tried to persuade him to let him take care of his heart and mind and follow him into the officialdom. After all, the only son in the family, he can't let his family business be ruined in his hands.

But Jian Linfeng only cares about inserting the green chrysanthemum into the white porcelain vase, and said with a disapproving smile: "If you spend your whole life struggling in the Vanity Fair just for the sake of dirty silver and false fame, wouldn't you and I go through this short journey?" Wasting the blooming flowers left by God in vain?"

But seeing each other today, Jian Linfeng's face has long lost the flair and ease of the past, and there is no dispute in the world.

His body was no longer the brocade clothes he used to wear, and the stubble on his chin showed his vicissitudes even more. When he turned around slowly, Xie Ning felt very uncomfortable.

Soon, on the main road outside the barracks, an unpretentious donkey cart kicked and stomped on the dust and drove towards the east city.

In a crude tea shop by the side of the road, two men in blue coarse coats sat face to face behind a square wooden table, one of them looked a little stronger, and he was wearing a machete around his waist , beside the scimitar, there is a golden sign with the word "Lü" engraved in small seal characters.

When the donkey cart hurried past the tea shop, the two turned their heads to look at the past in unison.

Just when a gust of cool wind blew past, the curtain on the side of the car was lifted, and half of Jian Linfeng's pale face in the car fell into the eyes of the two of them.

As soon as the donkey cart passed the tea shop, the strong man turned his head back and looked down at the small teacup in his hand. The small teacup twirled in his hand. Kneeling at the gate of the palace for a whole day, making a shameful appearance, and finally let the princess drive him away. Now the only thing he can ask is the little prince, if he doesn't come to this barracks, he will pay him back. Where can I go?"

The quack young man sitting across from him kept following the donkey cart, until the donkey cart finally turned into a dot and disappeared into the long road, then he turned his head slowly and picked up two peanuts to send When he got out of his mouth, he slightly raised his head and glanced at his companion, and asked, "I heard that his father went crazy in your temple? What's going on, I haven't heard you mention it much."

"What's there to talk about?" The muscular man snorted, put down his teacup and threw a handful of peanuts into his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the man sitting behind the Jiang Hu youth.

The man was wearing a long maroon coat, holding a teacup in his hand, keeping his head down, his lips pressed against the warm tea, but he never took a sip.

The muscular man raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man in the rivers and lakes, and said in a cold voice: "Isn't there still a small number of high-ranking officials and dignitaries who have been sent to our temple all year round? Who didn't cry when they went in and yelled that they were innocent, but in the end they didn't know Is there a ghost in my heart or there is a ghost in our temple, the crazy ones are crazy, the self-inflicted ones are self-inflicted, and they don’t all admit it in the end. You said that these people clearly know that this is going to be sent in. In the end, it’s not true One result, why do you have to pretend to be noble?"

The Jianghu youth asked again: "But hasn't Jing Zhaoyin been in for almost three months? I heard that you have always treated him well, why did you suddenly go crazy now?"

"Hmph, if this person really has a ghost in his heart, does he need others to do something? He never farts more than one fart, and in the end, didn't he drive himself out of his mind?"

The muscular man snorted disdainfully, and said, "Before, everyone said that Jian Zhongzheng was getting old, and I didn't think anything of it. Who would have thought that when this man went crazy, he would pull out all the old things. Plan a meal. Let others do it for our people. At most, we will snot and tear upside down there. He is fine, his brain is not working well, and his strength is from the time of the late emperor. He ran away, and he brought the former court with him as he talked, saying that he didn't do anything. I'm sorry for the idiot emperor of the former court, and I'm not sorry for the old courtiers who fought with the late emperor back then. Crying and fussing, arguing to find the prime minister every day, which made us bothered, but the people above explained that we would not do anything, so now we can only listen to his howling every day, which is bad luck!"

The muscular man became more and more excited as he talked, and finally couldn't help it, he waved towards the shop and ordered a bottle of white wine.

Seeing his appearance, the youth from Jianghu shook his head, sighed and smiled, and said, "So, it's no wonder that this jade-faced young master is here to ask for help again."

The strong man twitched his lips disapprovingly, and said contemptuously: "He just begs, not to mention whether the little prince is willing to help him, even if he is willing, his father looks like this, it is useless to rescue him , asking a doctor is a waste of medical expenses!"

While talking, the strong man threw the last golden peanut in the plate into his mouth, then stood up suddenly, clapped his hands left and right, and moved his arms and legs.

Just when he was about to say something, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He hurriedly patted the crumbs of the clothes on his body, then lifted his feet and walked forward quickly, and walked to the side of the man in red. With a smile on his face, he bowed and nodded at the person in front of him, holding his hands together. He bowed and said, "I have seen the little prince in my humble position."

Hearing the sound, the young people in the Jianghu put down the teacup in their hands, got up and walked to the strong man to salute and say hello.

In the whole tea shop, only the man in red was left sitting behind the table with his head bowed.

But he looked at ease, gently shaking his head and blowing away the foam from the teacup in his hand, the coldness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and a faint smile slowly formed on his mouth.

Xie Ning stood next to the horse holding the rein in one hand, his eyes were fixed on behind the man in red, he turned a blind eye to the two who suddenly stepped forward to salute respectfully, waved his hand impatiently to signal them to get out of here quickly, the two didn't Dare to delay, turn around and leave quickly.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, Xiyang brings clouds and smoke, and the golden light leads to the sunset.

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and one or two passers-by people also come and go quickly, hoping to make the wife who has been eagerly waiting for her to go home for dinner to wait a little longer in front of the house.

Wang Huan wore the ugly and shriveled mask of "Lu Yan" on his face, and he was wearing a moon-white undergarment with a maroon brocade gown over his body.

After the two people disappeared from his blurred vision, he put the teacup in his hand back on the table, put the last half of the butterfly cake on the plate into his mouth, and then slowly stood up with his hands on the table.

I don't know whether he did it on purpose or not. When he stood up, he stumbled over the stool and was about to throw himself on the table.

Xie Ning's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he strode forward immediately, holding the rein of the horse with one hand, while the other hand was already on Wang Huan's thin arm, pulling him back forcefully.

After Wang Huan regained his footing, Xie Ning's hand was still on Wang Huan's arm.

At this time, the shopkeeper who had been staying in the tea shop heard a messy sound coming out, Wang Huan immediately took Xie Ning's hand from his arm.

Before the shopkeeper came to the two of them, he saw Xie Ning's hand removed from the arm of the man in red from a distance, but he remembered the rumors that the little prince of Huainan entered the house to hide the ugly man in his heart.

He stood firmly in front of the table, looking at Xie Ning for a while, and Wang Huan for a while, before he hurriedly stepped forward to salute Xie Ning.

Seeing this scene, Wang Huan couldn't help but find it funny. He shook his head lightly and smiled, then turned to Xie Ning and said, "Little prince, you said you have a handsome face, why bother to keep your face serious day and night? Look, How are you scaring someone so good?"

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It's the last day of 2020. Liang Wenrou here sincerely wishes everyone all the best in the coming year. No matter how sad or sad the past year has been, let's bid farewell today. There will always be new surprises in the new year.

Don't ask about the future, don't forget the original intention, not as good as the wind and rain, and don't regret the past.

Of course, Liang Wenrou would also like to thank the little cutie who has always supported me. Although I am still at the beginning, with your encouragement, I will go more steadily.

In the end, I will work hard, and you will work hard too.

(Well, I split one chapter into two chapters so the word count of this chapter is a bit short, because it is really too long...

(Is it okay to send red envelopes at 10 o'clock tonight, let me know how many cuties Kangkang has...

(Karvin two days I was in pain

(Kneeling to continue to have a list this week

感谢在2020-12-29 22:08:35~2020-12-31 00:36:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Yuehe front desk, there is Bingkuoluo in the refrigerator, Ruoguang 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of stupid silver; 10 bottles of Ruoguang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!