The Pei family is already generous to their subordinates, and their winter clothes are not too cold. Chu Songluo was dressed in miscellaneous clothes, Pei Wen seemed to be still asleep, so he quietly closed the door and went out. Qing Jin had been waiting outside for a long time, handed him a fisherman with a color similar to gray-brown, and whispered, "Don't break this ......" She took a look, and saw that the maids and handymen were hurriedly preparing for the morning sprinkling, and then added in a low voice, "Don't take those yellow ones, the toner is almost white but not white, so you can use them." ”

She kept her head down as she spoke, and finally quickly glanced up at Chu Songluo, and without waiting for him to answer, she blushed away from him and walked away quickly.

Chu Songluo looked at her back and said, "Thank you." Then he took the bottle and walked towards the plum garden.

He picked up the narrow path all the way, and between his actions, he seemed to have already grasped the courtyard of the Pei family clearly. Last night's snow was still piling up on the grass and trees, but the stone paths were all wet black. It is black and muddy, and the winter nights are long, so there is a faint sense of loneliness and spaciousness when I wake up in the morning.

-- Chu Songluo subconsciously disliked this kind of situation in which he was affected by the environment and gave birth to some kind of feelings that he did not intended.

The temperature from the smooth glaze of the fisherman was naturally lower than that of humans, but Chu Songluo felt that this kind of coldness was even more like a fall.

Entering the plum garden, the flower farmer greeted him, and when he saw Chu Songluo dressed like this, he couldn't help crying, "Why should the son suffer such a big humiliation, the old minister is uneasy——"

Chu Songluo didn't answer this, but when he saw that the flower farmer took off his cloak and put it on him, he shook his head slightly to show that he was not cold, and said in a low voice: "The servant is not a son, but a miscellaneous servant." ”

The flower farmer understood that he was cautious, and he was afraid of revealing his identity, so he leaned over and led him to the woods where he picked early plums from the young Jin, just like an ordinary flower farmer.

Chu Songluo stepped on the mud that was a little wet from the melting snow, and suddenly asked, "Mr. has been working with flowers and plants for twelve years, can you still remember the appearance of the Xuan Room?" ”

The figure of the flower farmer paused for a moment.

What the flower farmer is called now, Chu Songluo doesn't know; only knows that Lu Ji and Lu Shiheng are important ministers of the old dynasty, and if Chu Songluo wants to restore the dynasty and become emperor, he must be an indispensable link. He was confined to the Pei family back then, and it was Lu Ji who lobbied the gentry from all walks of life to secretly teach him the music book of the examination rites once every three days. Later, Chu Songluo's father, the frail and sickly emperor, was poisoned by eunuchs bribed by the southern magnates, and replaced with a puppet of their self-proclaimed emperor's youngest son. Now, even if it is just to show that he is tolerant of his subordinates and often remembers the old feelings, Chu Songluo must ask him back.

Lu Ji turned around and looked at his past students carefully. The young man of that year was like a jasper pine, looking at him sincerely.

There was not only the shadow of the admiration and curiosity of the old boy in his eyes, but also the emaciated appearance of the former emperor on the sickbed. -- They are so similar.

- Tuogu, it's in the Xuan Room.

The Xuan Room is where the emperor lives, and the ministers with henchmen and humerus naturally often enter the Xuan Room. Chu Songluo asked him this, asking him if he would help him return to the heart of the emperor.

But after all, the past is long gone, he shook his head and sighed, "I'm old, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk halfway." ”

He turned and continued to lead the way—a tactful refusal. Chu Songluo followed obediently, and there was no disappointment. Lu Ji is not a timid person who looks forward and is afraid of death, he just doesn't want to think about many things in the past.

Just let him remember. Chu Songluo seemed to be a little self-deprecating and a little relieved and said: "If there is no gentleman, there will be no one to tell me about my father." He added softly, "General Wang has also gone." ”

Lu Ji suddenly stopped. He was silent for a moment, then said, "This is the flower tree here." ”

Chu Songluo had already made a plan for a long-term battle, so Lu Ji avoided answering, he also felt that the progress made today was great, so he said thank you, and was about to take flowers, but suddenly heard Lu Ji say, "I am willing to hold a bottle for my son." ”

- It's done.

Chu Songluo smiled slightly, "The fisherman is small, but the gentleman's weapon is not like this." ”

While plucking the first flower, he said meaningfully: "It's cold in winter, Mr. is old, be careful not to fall." ”

***

The moment the daylight was about to light up, Chu Songluo just put the last flower into the bottle and closed the lid.

The day dawned quickly, and as soon as he walked out of the door of the plum garden, it was already a clear morning. The fisherman's black, which looks gray-brown in the black, is originally a mellow cowpea red, which goes well with the pale and almost white flowers of the son. As soon as he walked back to the yard, he saw Pei Wen running to the yard with his bare feet and hair draped with an anxious face, and when he saw him standing at the door, he immediately rushed up and grabbed his wrist, "Chu Songluo, where have you been!?" ”

Chu Songluo said: "I don't know what kind of person Chu Songluo said Xiao Langjun said, the servant's name is Mu San, and he just picked up the dark incense in the name of Xiao Langjun." ”

At this time, the maids caught up from the house, knelt on the ground to wipe Pei Wen's feet and put on his shoes, and whispered to persuade him to go back to the house before combing his hair.

Qing Kui followed Pei Wen into the house, and Qing Jin came up to take over the fisherman in Chu Songluo's hand. Chu Songluo was about to retreat like this, but Pei Wen suddenly said, "That...... Kizo! Stay, Qingkui, and go to the deacon today and tell him that this person has been transferred to me. ”

Pei Wen should have had a high opinion of the prince Chu Songluo, but he never reached the final standard of Cheng Dù, who could be recognized by the core of the world.

Chu Songluo has never been in a hurry, but he feels that he enjoys the plan of recovering the country more than Pei Wen - although the restoration of the country is also part of the strategy of Pei Wen. But he has long been accustomed to a life where he can't pick and choose - if he is still alive, so he acquiesced to Pei Xiaolangjun's life plan for a long time.

After entering the house, Pei Wen sat down and asked Qing Kui to tie her hair, but she saw the bottle Qing Jin was holding from the afterglow of the bronze mirror, "Is this the dark incense I picked this morning?" ”

Qing Jin said yes with a smile, and said, "Just wait to ask Mrs. early, you can bring this directly." Xiao Langjun is filial, and Mrs. will be happy. ”

Pei Wen looked strange, "Don't bring it." ”

Qing Jin's smile froze suddenly, "That-"

Pei Wen stuck for a long time, as if he finally thought of a reason, and said impatiently, "How can the flowers handled by the dirty and miscellaneous men be used by A-Niang?" Tomorrow, Qing Jin will go and get another bottle. ”

Qing Jin agreed, and asked cautiously: "Then what should I do with this bottle of dark incense?" ”

Pei Wen couldn't bear to smack his tongue, "Stay in my yard, dispose of it, and make a bottle of dark fragrant tea alone." ”

***

After grooming and playing, the group followed Pei Wen to Mrs. Pei's place. It is rumored that General Pei guarded Jiangyin, and the gentry sent hundreds of beautiful singers and dancers, and General Pei drank and had fun all day long, frolicking with these singers and dancers, and was very chic and happy. Mrs. Pei should have gotten used to it a long time ago - when he was in the south, he had the warm fragrant nephrite in the south, and in Luojing, he had Luojing's green willow and saffron, and when he went to the place, he naturally had local confidants. But Mrs. Pei was born in the Xie family, she was noble-minded, and she was quite a talented woman before she got married. gave birth to a son, Pei Wen, but he rarely cared about him.

Pei Shea's method of revenge against her husband was also excessive.

She has a group of maids, all beautiful. There is little in the boudoir, but somehow she has the good ability to polish the mirror, and she wants the maid to please her with her tongue; There is no two beautiful scenery that is pleased, and if you hit the moldy head, you will be whipped and served at every turn.

Chu Songluo was able to coax Pei Wen to do a shake, which was naturally related to the scenes where he bumped into his mother and the maid many times when he was a child.

Therefore, the strong and weak relationship between the controlling zhì and the accused is natural compared to the love of the heart—and the pain is pleasant, and obedience is praised.

To be accused zhì means to be needed.

Pain and praise mean being loved.

Pei Wen thought he had gained love.

Shh

Because love is a shame, an emotion that cannot be seen. Whisper to him in moments of pain and pleasure, and he will melt into his blood, into his mind, and into his bones.

Longing for your love like no other.