The palace bell under the eaves rang non-stop, Xiang Yiming looked at the snow outside the hall, and he stuffed the note that Li Qi handed over to him into his arms, and the note was densely packed with a list of things that Li Qi wanted to entrust him to buy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info He sighed at his purple hand.

It's already the depths of winter, and he has been in this Chu country for more than a month, and since Li Qi entered the palace, it was as if he was imprisoned. Normally, he and the other three guards were not allowed to be around him, but lived outside the palace. The only thing that the king of Chu allowed to stay with that son was the shark, the shark who sang in the water all day long - Baichuan.

Xiang Yiming once heard Baichuan singing in the warm water, and Li Qi played the guzheng on one side. The sound of Zheng Zheng was accompanied by the singing of Baichuan, sometimes low and sometimes excited, reverberating in the house.

He doesn't understand music, but he understands the eyes of others. He was intoxicated when he saw Baichuan peeking at Li Qi, like a lost stranger seeing a castle that belonged to him.

His hands kept rubbing against each other, and he looked up at the ringing bell, and on the surface of the bell there was snow drifting by.

He picked up a small pebble and threw it at the palace bell, which rang continuously, and ran shallow and deep in the snow with his feet.

"Yiming, the wolves on the snow in our Zhou country have no home, they only have direction.."

"Yiming, you have to call me sister, I'm three years older than you?"

"I want to have a snowman in the snow, the kind that can talk, you're a nerd and never speaks. ”

The deep and shallow footprints on the snow stretched all the way to the outside of the palace, Xiang Yiming inhaled the cold air into his nose, and his heart seemed to shout: "I'm back, I'm coming back to find you, take you away..."

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"Dead old man, don't you have long eyes?"

The hoarse voice of the reprimand told the anger of his master, and a young man in brocade stood beside an old man who had fallen to the ground, and his feet in heavy boots kicked at the old man from time to time with undulating emotions.

There were several subordinates beside him, all of whom were bent down and hurriedly wiped the stains off the young man's brocade clothes with their hands.

While they were doing this, they were afraid that the young man in front of them would spill the anger in their hearts on them. The bowed body turned over from time to time, and spat at the old man who was lying on the ground with his head in his hands and his body trembling, and reprimanded with sharp teeth: "Cheap things, dirty our son's clothes, it's not enough to accompany you with your old life." ”

"Get out of here, you useless things, let such a shitty thing run into me. ”

The young man saw that his subordinates could not erase the stains on the brocade clothes, he was annoyed, slapped the subordinate a few times with his hand, and felt that his hand was a little painful and turned to kick with his foot.

The subordinate didn't dare to hide, covering his red face and lowering his head, but he complained in his heart: "I obviously thought that the girl was in a hurry, but I didn't see it, but I blamed us." ”

"Xu Gongzi, don't fight, look at you, it's not easy for you to come once, but you are so angry. ”

The flamboyantly dressed woman had her arms bare, her slender collarbones exposed to the cold wind. They had a little gold dust on their lips and rushed out when they heard a voice outside the room.

When the young man heard the voice, he stopped what he was doing, and took the fox fur wrapped in the brocade, and realized in his heart that it was still a good time. He looked at the corner of his mouth with a smile, stretched out his arms and kneaded the waist of the girl who came out of the Qinglou, and approached the woman's face with his mouth on the lipstick, just to be intimate on the street.

"Childe, they're watching." The woman blocked the young man's mouth with her hand, and said loudly: "Mom said, it's good that the son doesn't make trouble on this street, this Hong Lao is the one we dig out of feces here, and it's usually troublesome to blame him if he is missing." ”

"The bustard's mother has spoken, and it depends on the owner that I beat the dog, so let him go today. The young man stretched out his tongue and licked the woman's outstretched jade hand. The woman glanced at the young man angrily because of the itch, and saw that the young man's expression was a little sneering and slowly spoke.

The subordinates who sprinkled their grievances on the old man's body heard their master's words and hurriedly stopped kicking the old man's feet, lowered their heads and spat on them, knocked over the dung bucket placed in the snow, and reprimanded: "Old thing, today my master let you go with kindness, if you don't stomp your hands next time." ”

"Alright, alright!"

The young man lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, a little anxious, and said impatiently. It was a very cold winter, and the young man did not have a lot of clothes wrapped in brocade for his demeanor, and when he found the body temperature of the person in his arms, he couldn't help but hug it tighter.

"Cheap play.."

The sound of the subordinates' scolding, accompanied by the stench gushing from the kicked and overturned dung buckets, hit the facial features of the people who gathered around the street to watch the excitement. They discussed in a low voice, looking at the young man in brocade who was about to enter the green building, but his eyes were habitually dodging, afraid that the young man would turn around and catch them.

The dung seeps into the snow, coating the white snow with a yellowish coat. The thick boots stepped on abruptly, and a man in white with a wine jug tilted his head to drink, while stretching out his hand to the old man who was trembling on the snow and did not dare to speak.

When the old man looked at the hand stretched out to him in a daze, and the dry hand trembled towards him, he heard the man in white read: "The bullshit businessman, how did he give birth to an ugly thing." ”

The hoarse and casual words fell into the ears of the young man who hugged the woman's plump body, and his steps paused, and he looked back with some anger in his heart.

The old man was about to take the hand of the man in white, but he hurriedly retracted to meet the young man's gaze, lying on the ground and not daring to raise his head.

The man in white's eyes darkened, he withdrew his hand without force, and met the young man's gaze with the heavy sword at his waist, and said with a smile: "It turns out that it is really ugly! Ugly is ugly, and this brain is also bad." ”

"What did you say?"

The young man's hand around the woman's waist couldn't help but tighten in anger, causing the woman's face to look a little unhappy.

"Say your brain is bad, what? Your ears are bad too!" the man in white said playfully.

The people gathered around finally couldn't help it, and covered their mouths with their hands and laughed stupidly.

The young man's subordinates saw the heavy sword at the waist of the man in white, and the steps they wanted to take were somehow stunned in place. When they heard a low laugh, they turned to curse at the crowd.

The heat and heat set the young man's face into Caixia, he staggered the playful gaze of the man in white, stretched out a finger to the other party, and looked at the next person with an irresistible speech: "What are you still doing in a daze? Beat him up for me, go quickly." ”

"Yes."

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"Yes..."

The subordinate responded intermittently, looking at the man in white and hesitatingly stepping away, his steps like a half-run towards him.