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Han Xian didn't dare to speak casually, because he was keenly aware that his eldest brother was on the verge of collapse.

"Big brother, I'll go with you to the Medicine King to watch, maybe I can find clues. ”

Han Xuan nodded, he was already scurrying around like a headless fly, and he didn't pay attention.

The two went to the car dealer and rented two horses. Fortunately, Luo Qinian always put broken silver in his sleeve pocket, saying that if he wanted to invite someone to drink, he would be very faceless if he was shy in his pocket, man, he always had a little money in his pocket to straighten his waist. Of course, you can't do too much, too much will do bad things.

Thinking of her smiling face, his heart throbbed again.

Han Xian originally wanted to go around Yaowang Mountain, but Yaowang Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles, and there were countless residents in the villages under the mountain, and where there were people, there would be rutted horseshoe prints, and they couldn't tell which mark contained Luo Qinian.

Luo Qinian had breakfast and walked aimlessly in the courtyard. The cold wind is biting, mixed with rice snow slapping on people's faces, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Auntie, the small courtyard is withered and rotten, and there is no way to look at it, can I help you into the house to rest?"

Luo Qinian shook his head: "Snow Pink Hua, Dancing Pear Flower." Cui'er, you see, isn't it beautiful?" The pink and white rice snow fluttered in the cold wind, wrapped between the sparse branches, and occasionally played a few circles, one after another, which was indeed a bit poetic.

Cui'er pouted: "Grandma wants to see the scenery, let's go up to the attic, okay? Open the window, cook a good teapot, burn the stove with plum fragrance, and lie on the beauty couch, isn't it cheap?"

"Look at the beauty through the veil, the more you look at it, the more beautiful it becomes. But the fun of nature can only be appreciated by being there. But he turned around and went back to the house.

Cui'er snorted coldly, pretend!

"Xiaoqi, is there a kite in the house?"

Xiaoqi is another personal maid assigned to her by Wu Yuan, twelve or thirteen years old, at the age of being lively and active.

"Yes, my aunt wants to fly a kite?"

Xiaoqi exclaimed, her mother always said that she was fun and unstable, but her aunt was much more fun than her.

"Uh-huh. Luo Qinian smiled, revealing two shallow dimples, sweet and greasy. Xiao Qi was fascinated, and ran to the housekeeper to ask for a kite, and specially selected the biggest and most beautiful butterfly kite to send it.

"It's too big. Luo Qinian was picky: "Is there anything else?"

"Grandma doesn't like it? I'll go for something else. ”

"Well, this one will be left first, in case you get it uglier than this, I'll reluctantly use this. ”

"Oooh. ”

Xiaoqi ran away, and after a while, she brought more than a dozen kites, all kinds of which were beautiful.

"Auntie, which one do you like?"

Luo Qinian pretended to choose and choose, but none of them were satisfied: "It's not good-looking enough, you guys go down, I'll change the pen for the kite." ”

Cui'er snorted coldly: "There are many ugly people. ”

Xiaoqi was not convinced: "Grandma is not ugly, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, more beautiful than the little peach of Wanhualou." "Wu Yuan sometimes invites Xiao Taohong to come to the house to sing songs, and Xiao Qi is fortunate to meet him. At that time, she was amazed by the beauty of Little Peach, and said that there was no better person in the world than her. Who knew that after a short time, she saw a beauty that was more beautiful than the little pink.

Cui'er sneered: "Yes, she will also accompany Xiao Taohong." ”

Xiaoqi was angry: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Luo Qinian shook her head, Cui'er was the number one maid sent to her by the eldest young master, and she was the only person around her who was familiar with that person, she accidentally offended her, she really shouldn't have been.

Although the sparrows in the small courtyard are small, they are complete.

Luo Qinian came to the study alone with a kite, sharpened the ink himself, and wrote poems on the kite: "The east wind sends me to the blue sky with its strength." ”

The east wind represents her location, east of the city. Qingtian refers to her captive, the son of Taishou.

She and Han Xuanjie read a book together, and there was this poem in it. At the time, she was still joking, but she didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

When the ink was dry, she climbed to the top of the attic and flew a kite against the railing. The wind is very strong, and it is easy to lift the kite and fly to a high place, without human running and traction.

"In the past, I only knew how to fly a kite during the Qingming Festival, but I didn't know that it was fun to fly a kite on a snowy day. ”

Luo Qinian's beauty conquered Xiaoqi, and she worshipped Luo Qinian like a fairy.

Cui'er pouted: "What's so beautiful, it's elegant to enjoy plums on a snowy day, what is flying a kite?"

"There are no plum blossoms in our courtyard. ”

Cui'er was choked: "You, don't bother to pay attention to you." ”

Xiaoqi stuck out her tongue at her: "Hmph, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." ”

When the kite flew high, Luo Qinian suddenly tore off the kite string and let it drift away with the wind.

"Ah, Grandma, the kite string is broken!"

Luo Qinian smiled and sent more than a dozen kites away in one go. Pray from afar: I hope Xuanzi can pick it up.

Xiaoqi ran upstairs with a sigh: "Auntie, the kite, the kite flew away." ”

"Hmm. Luo Qinian leaned on the beauty, twisting a silk plum blossom with his bare hands, and playing with the plum blossom fragrance in the incense burner.

"Grandma. For some reason, Xiaoqi was a little flustered.

"I'm hungry, go and prepare some snacks for me, well, the plum cake last time was pretty good. ”

"Hey, Grandma, you're waiting. After saying that, he happily lifted his skirt and ran downstairs to serve pastries.

Han Xuan and Han Xian took a turn around the Medicine King Temple, carefully looking at and touching each place, but they still couldn't find the entrance to the secret passage. Han Hyun leaned against the wall in dejection, blaming himself. I think he's been reading books for so many years, and it's useless at all. No wonder the old man often says that useless is a scholar.

He slowly slid down the wall, sat on the ground, held his head with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Big brother, I'm sorry." ”

Han Xuan didn't speak, his eyes were dull and he looked at the idol in a daze, and suddenly, he knocked down a small idol with one foot. The little idol fell to the ground, shards smashing into the surrounding walls, and the ground under the desk suddenly revealed a boxy opening.

Han Xuan rushed over and jumped without thinking about it.

"Big brother!" Han Xian followed.

The two walked along the dark and damp tunnel for half a column of incense before they saw the exit. But it is deep in the woods that are inaccessible in Yaowang Mountain.

The weather is cold and the snow does not melt. There was no snow for the past two days, and the traces of the wheels rolling over the snow, the hooves of horses, and the places where people had stepped on them were clearly visible.

"Big brother?"

"Go back and ride a horse. ”

"Hear Cui'er say you flew a kite in the morning, is it fun?" the voice of a lazy young man sounded from behind him.

Luo Qinian was shocked, and hurriedly looked back, but it was a handsome jade-faced gentleman.

The sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the nose is like a hanging gall, the eyes are like autumn waves, the face is like Fu powder, the lips are like grease, the brocade clothes are gorgeous, and the instrument is lofty.

But on the contrary, the corners of his lips curved like a smile instead of a smile, and the curvature of the ruffian made his whole temperament change greatly. It's not a handsome boy, it's a cunning and treacherous ruffian!