Mu Jiangcuo was still lying on his back, his eyes closed, breathing slowly, and now was the most comfortable time for him.

A burst of snowflakes had just finished drifting on the back mountain, and a shallow layer was spread on him, disguising Mu Jiangcuo as a piece of rag that had been discarded here.

At this time, the rag lay comfortably, and the coolness made his spiritual platform clear, and at first he was thinking about something that he didn't have, and then it went blank, and he just wanted to lie down like this, and no one should come to wake him up.

In the eyes of many people, the Qiqiao Festival is a day of love and concubine, everyone can show favor to their sweethearts directly or implicitly, if both parties have friendship, it becomes a good story, it is a beautiful thing.

On the side of the city lord's mansion, there is an octagonal eaves high-rise building used for book collection, called the North Pavilion.

The Pavilion is closed on weekdays, and is only open twice a year.

Every year, the Shangyuan Festival is a routine gathering in the North of China, and to put it more clearly, it is the time when the city lord gives a speech and distributes welfare gifts.

In addition, only on the day of the begging festival will open the outer platform of the Yibei Pavilion for the unmarried women in the city to board, if there is any Langjun in the picture, he will throw his token to him, if the man accepts, it also means that he is also affectionate, and the two can reasonably play together in the city.

If the man is unintentional, he will bow to the woman, which can be regarded as thanks, and then place the token next to the stairs, which is equivalent to returning.

Or if the man is intentional but can't get the favor of his daughter's family, he sings a song for the woman in the other north, and if the woman is moved to come downstairs, it is also counted.

The two avenues of South Street and North Street were bustling with people, and the fans came out of the city lord's mansion, and took a group of people to patrol the city as usual, the streets were very lively, and the young men and women wandered in pairs, and when they saw the patrol team, they would salute the fans and then avoid some of them, and the fans bowed their heads one by one, and led the people to the north street.

Today's Yibei Night Market will be open all night, and it is okay for people to stop and walk and play until late at night.

Suddenly, I heard a burst of noisy laughter from the place of the North Pavilion, and looked back at the noisy place, and many women with flowers and branches stood on the outer stage of the North Pavilion, laughing and shouting around a woman, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, gradually, the woman was squeezed to the edge of the building.

Enchanted with the guard road on his side,

"Tell the guards on duty today to spread out on the platform, watch it tightly, and don't let people push it on it. ”

"Yes, sir," the guard replied with a bowed head, looking back at his fascination and looking back at him, and asked with some embarrassment, "Your Excellency is referring to Xiangrong, uh... Girl?"

The guard said that the girl was the woman who was pushed and surrounded.

The woman is dressed in a green and daisy dress, draped in a fine brocade cloak, combed with a hanging beard and sideburns, and is extremely beautiful, even if she wears plain clothes, she does not wear any jewelry on her body, but she is still very eye-catching in this group of jewels, and there is still some momentum of glamorous crowds.

The girls next to her were laughing and saying something to her, but the woman only occasionally pursed her lips and smiled, bowing her head slightly, and a pair of phoenix eyes swept over and over again in the crowd of people coming and going on the street, as if she was looking for someone.

"How?" said Misty.

"My lord, with all due respect, it is not appropriate for us to intervene in the affairs of this daughter's family, and they should be dispersed after a while. The guard replied in a low voice, "This girl is from Yuelou, and she is not welcomed." ”

"What is Yuelou's background, tell me to go down," Fan Xin said expressionlessly, then turned around and continued to patrol the street.

"Yes, yes..."The guard was fascinated by the words, and his face replied yes again and again, and he ordered the guards of the North Pavilion to go down.

Yuelou is located on East Street, which is not yet a fascinated jurisdiction, so she is naturally not very familiar with it, and East Street and South Street have always been managed by the city governor.

The former city governor was seriously injured in the battle against the demon and the enemy a hundred years ago, and barely picked up a life, but he left a lot of dark diseases, and the northern city was clammy and cold, and the old diseases occurred frequently, and the city governor was injured and tortured all year round, but after more than ten years, he died.

After that, the position of city governor was vacant for nearly a hundred years, and after three years of obsessively entering the city lord's mansion, Chi Xiaoming reopened this position, and the military generals in the city were given priority. But none of the successors in the future can compare with the previous city governor, and they have been on business trips one after another.

Chi Xiaoming's temperament has changed greatly since the old city lord lost his trace for the second time, and a person who used to be gentle and elegant has now become extremely hot, just a little bit. So much so that the successors to the city governors, without exception, couldn't stand it and resigned automatically after being beaten by Chi Xiaoming.

A few days ago, Chi Xiaoming also told her that if there is no suitable military general to succeed her, the city governor will be given to her.

When Chi Xiaoming said this to her at that time, Fanxin did not express his attitude, neither answered well, nor did he answer. Such a calm temperament makes Chi Xiaoming both like it and worried.

At first, the infatuated brother suddenly fell ill and was taken home for treatment, and the elders of the family were worried that it would be difficult to return after leaving the city lord's mansion. So he sent his infatuation to the City Lord's Mansion, saying that she would take over her brother's position for a period of time, and then return to the City Lord's Mansion to serve the City Lord when her brother recovered.

In fact, in the final analysis, her brother's daily affairs are nothing more than tidying up the dormitory, picking up lamps and inks in the study, passing food, and nothing else, any maid can easily do it. It is precisely because of this that the elders in the family are worried that their son will be quickly replaced, after all, it is not an important position.

I don't know how the elders of the obsessed family plan Chi Xiaoming, and he didn't say no, which is equivalent to acquiescence. Then he found that a skinny little girl appeared in his study and dormitory, Chi Xiaoming was greatly surprised, and immediately planned to send her back. In any case, it is indeed impossible for me to be taken care of by a little girl whose head is less than her waist, and when I saw her stepping on the small stool to study ink for herself, I inexplicably felt a sense of guilt born from my heart.

"Don't send me back, my brother's illness can recover within a month, with his temperament, he will come back to work in less than half a month, you let me stay here for half a month, I will not bother you, I will go home in half a month, okay,"

Fanxin lit the candle in the room in the study, and Chi Xiaoming said, the voice was unique to the girl, but she was not in a hurry, when she looked over, her eyes were full of determination and calmness, Chi Xiaoming felt that this little girl was also a little interesting, so she agreed.

Later, when I thought about it, I couldn't help but applaud my wisdom at that time, which should be the most right thing he did in the past hundred years.

When I wake up every day, clean water and towels are ready, hot tea is on the table, and new charcoal is added to the stove.

Chi Xiaoming was afraid of the cold, and some warm jade was placed inside and outside the folded clothes on the table, so Chi Xiaoming was still warm when he changed his clothes. After the change of clothes, the small hall next to it was already set up with steaming sweet soup and breakfast. The ministers in the council hall had been properly entertained, and the folds they were about to present had been arranged and placed on the right hand side of the city lord's soft couch, and placed in one place with the tea set, so that he could easily take them.

The incense in the study is different every day, but most of them have the effect of clearing the heart and eye-catching, and the bouquets in front of the window have been placed with plum blossoms, sometimes white, sometimes red, and occasionally red hearts, but each time only one is inserted, it should be newly cut from the tree, and Chi Xiaoming can still see some water droplets left behind after the melting of snowflakes on the branches earlier, but the flowers are delicate.

Fanxin has never accidentally let the stove in the study go out, Chi Xiaoming likes to stay in the study, so she will come in regularly to add some charcoal, and the charcoal used for Chi Xiaoming has been carefully checked by Fanxin, and it will be burned clean and will not smoke people.

The books that were messily turned over by Chi Xiaoming the night before will be neatly placed on the bookshelves the next day, and some commonly used items are placed in accordance with Chi Xiaoming's habits, except for occasionally coming in to study ink for him, Chi Xiaoming basically can't see this skinny girl all day long, and indeed as she said, never bother.

In this way, even the picky Chi Xiaoming couldn't help but admire her.

"Girl, how old are you?"

Fanxin stood on the small stool and tiptoed to study ink for Chi Xiaoming, only staring intently at the work in his hands, never paying attention to the things beside him. Because the strength of the little finger of the age is not enough, he can only hold the ink ingot with his left hand, and occasionally point a drop or two of water droplets on the inkstone with his right hand, and draw circles with his left hand unhurriedly, and when he heard Chi Xiaoming ask her, he answered.

"In two months, he will be twelve years old. ”

"Oh, what a young age," Chi Xiaoming nodded, and asked again, "But is there a mother-in-law?"

"No," replied the fan.

"Well, okay," Chi Xiaoming smiled even more

"Would you like to..."