"Childe, this is news from the palace."

An unsightly guy walked up to the man in a white shirt, bent down, and respectfully handed over a silver ball.

The man nodded and took the silver pill. The man's fingertips were slender and powerful, and with a slight effort, he crushed the silver pill and took out a note from it.

Unfolded, there is a short line of words on it.

'Song Qionglan escaped from the draft for the king, has returned, and the emperor's body is gradually recovering. ’

These few words, but the man looked at them for a long time, and his eyes were full of light. When the man had finished reading it, he put the note in front of the candle and burned it, then stared at the jumping firelight, and put it in the teacup at hand when the note was about to burn out.

The black strip of paper was soaked in the tea, and the shape could no longer be seen.

"You go to the small kitchen and help me bring me a plate of glutinous rice cakes, remember, go from the front yard." After saying that, the man waved his hand, and the little servant withdrew from the room, pulling the door shut by the way.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about the news he had just gotten, and finally, reached out and pulled open the drawer on his left hand.

Inside, lies a delicate purse, on which is a beautiful and delicate orchid, exquisitely embroidered and lifelike.

After a while, the little servant put the glutinous rice cake on the small round table, and withdrew without alarming the man. The tips of the man's fingers tapped lightly on the table, once, twice......

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a half-grown child jumped in, dressed in a green shirt and cloth coat, with a beautiful fan bag hanging from his waist, which was Qingmo. Qingmo looked left and right, and walked towards the man. The man in the white shirt was not in a hurry when he saw Qingmo, and put the purse back into the drawer with an indifferent expression, and then stood up.

"Brother Duro, what are you looking at?" Qingmo was very curious to probe his brain, but was directly hugged by the man.

The man in the white shirt is Douro, he is still a beautiful man, even in the dim candlelight of the night, he can't hide the handsome and beautiful style that floats out of the dust. He hugged Qingmo and let Qingmo sit on his forearm, then looked at Qingmo's apple-like face with a smile and said, "It's just some idle business." As he spoke, he reached out and pinched the tip of Qingmo's nose, "Every time I bring a snack, I can let you bump into it, you say, are you looking at me specifically and then stealing food?" ”

Because Qingmo is still young, Liu Shiren is not allowed to eat too many pastries on weekdays, but when the child is greedy and sweet, he begs Liu Shiren to give him a few pieces every time. Later, Duro came, and Qingmo went to pester Duro, he was a habitual coquettish, and Duro also spoiled him, and he was not usually too restrained in terms of eating.

Originally, it was Qingmo who shrunk all the way from the front hall after seeing the little maid bring a snack, and his cheeks were red, and the child was thin-skinned after all, and he responded glutinously.

Du Luo only smiled and shook his head, then hugged him and sat on the chair, put Qingmo on his lap to make it, then pinched a piece of glutinous rice cake and handed it to Qingmo, and said with a smile: "You can only eat one piece, otherwise you will accumulate food, and you will not be able to eat it for breakfast tomorrow, and you will definitely beat you if Mr. finds out." ”

Qingmo's little head chick pecked the rice board a few times, and then opened his mouth wide with a smile and asked Duro to feed him. Du Luo shook his head, his handsome face showed a little helplessness, but he still broke the glutinous rice cake in his hand into small pieces and stuffed them into Qingmo's small mouth one by one.

Glutinous rice cake is not a precious dim sum, but it is soft and glutinous and sweet, Liu Shiren is old and does not like sweets, only Du Luo and Qingmo like this in the whole house.

Duro is looking at its sweetness, and you can not be hungry for a long time after eating, and Qingmo is purely to satisfy your cravings.

After eating a whole piece of glutinous rice cake, Qingmo didn't go to ask for a second one. Although the boy is young, he also knows how to stop in moderation, he remembers it very clearly, if he begs Duro to give him a second one today, this man who is particularly distressed by him may give it, but tomorrow's Duro will definitely not call him a snack, and Qingmo himself will not be able to eat it.

Only by knowing moderation can we eat more good things.

This was later called the "Sustainable Development Strategy", and is now called "Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of running out of firewood".

The stomach burst, and Qingmo's heart and eyes came alive again. He poked his head to look at Douluo's desk, his eyes obviously flashing with curiosity: "Brother Douluo, can you also show me what you just saw?" ”

Duro wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and after listening to his obvious movements, he said indifferently: "It's just some ordinary objects." ”

Qingmo didn't believe it, and pouted unrelentingly: "But I saw it, you were looking at it with a purse, the blue one, I saw it clearly!" ”

Duro seemed to show a look of embarrassment, but he didn't seem to be able to twist Qingmo's stubbornness, sighed softly, then put Qingmo down on the ground, got up and went behind the desk, reached out and opened the drawer, put the blue purse in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally handed it to Qingmo.

Qingmo took it, looked left and right, then opened it and poured it out, and pouted a little bored after finding that it was empty: "It's just a purse, there is nothing interesting in it." As he spoke, he was about to throw it aside.

Who knows, Du Luo, who was still indifferent just now, suddenly changed his face, and before the purse hit the ground, he reached out and scooped it up, held it in the palm of his hand like a baby, and blew the dust that there was no zài on it.

Qingmo stunned Du Luo's actions, and then, this little guy who is not old but clever and can't do it squinted his eyes with a smile, with an expression of "I understand", rubbed to Du Luo's side and whispered: "Brother Du Luo, which sister gave this one?" ”

Duro's face froze, he glanced at Qingmo, and finally nodded.

Qingmo tugged at the corner of Du Luo's clothes with some excitement and asked, "Which sister is it?" Do I recognize it? ”

Du Luo pursed his lips slightly, then sat back in his chair and said to Qingmo: "I can sue you, but you have to promise, don't sue others." ”

"I'm sure I won't say it!" Qingmo packed tickets again and again.

Du Luo sighed, took the purse and said: "That young lady's surname is Song, I met her in the Ganye Temple outside the city, I went to ask for a sign at that time, she accompanied her family into incense, and she was very beautiful in a white dress. At that time, I had just entered Beijing, and I didn't know many nobles, and I didn't know her identity, so I had a good impression and went to talk. Miss Song is a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting omniscient, we talked about the world, from poetry and songs to the philosophy of life, watched the snow and the moon together, and then she gave me a purse, and made an appointment to marry her if I can Tengda in the future. ”

Qingmo is a child who hasn't read much of the story, so he naturally has no resistance to these so-called love stories, Douro used to make a living by telling stories, and he couldn't say that Qingmo was too complicated, so he picked the simplest one. But even this simplest one fooled Qingmo, Qingmo's eyes clearly had a moving light, this kind of love at first sight was too touching: "What about later? Do you still have contact with Miss Song? ”

Duro smiled bitterly, he had a face that was too demagogic, but the painful expression at this moment made people feel distressed. I only listened to Douro and said: "Where is there any contact?" In a few more years, he will enter the palace draft, and from then on, he will be separated. ”

Draft, Song family, this is not difficult to associate.

Qingmo was already smart, but this would make her mouth grow up, and she exclaimed: "This is embroidered by the eldest lady of the Song family?!" ”

Duro pursed his lips and nodded, sighing and staring at his purse in a daze.

Qingmo said in his heart, obediently, this is too powerful. The young lady of the Song family is famous for her talent and appearance, and it is rare for her to be knowledgeable and reasonable, and she helped the mother of the Song family manage the family affairs at a young age, and she has always had a good reputation.

However, Brother Douro's talent and character are not a problem, not to mention that they are all privately determined for life...... Qingmo pursed her lips and made up her mind in her heart. He looked at Du Luo, reached out and patted the back of the man's hand, and said softly: "Brother Du Luo, don't worry, everything will be fine." ”

Duro only took this sentence as Qingmo's comfort, smiled, and did not speak.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qingmo knew that he had touched on Douro's heartbreak. Pursing his lips, he pushed the door and left.

But he didn't know that after he left, Duro lost his expression, his expression was faint, he reached out and took the purse in his hand to play with it, and then threw it directly into the brazier.

Burned clean.

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Early the next morning, someone came to sue Sù Duro, and Liu Shiren was invited.

Du Luo naturally knew what it was for, in fact, he could guess that Qingmo's enthusiasm was definitely going to sue Liu Shiren about this matter, and let Liu Shiren "call the shots" for himself.

"You go back to sir, I'll wait and go."

After the person left, Du Luo stretched out his hand and called the little guy at the door in, and said lightly: "Help me pay my respects, and go down to Prince Zhuang's mansion, saying that I want to come out with Mu Qing for a small gathering in the afternoon, and I hope he will enjoy the light." ”

The little guy took the order, and Duro was dressed and walked to the study with a solemn face.

When he walked to the door, he saw Qingmo winking at him who was guarding the door, and Du Luo perfectly interpreted the series of expressions of "doubt, suddenly, helplessly, seeing death as home", and then ignored Qingmo's puzzled expression, strode forward, and then pushed open the door of the study.

"The student has seen the sir." He bowed deeply to Liu Shiren, and Du Luo looked respectful.

Liu Shiren glanced at him, sighed, put down his pen and said, "Let's get up." ”

"Mr. Xie." After speaking, Duro stayed quietly in place, and did not greet Liu Shiren with a smile as usual. The jade-faced face was very restrained, and if you looked closely, you could find that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he seemed to be very nervous.

Liu Shiren attributed Douluo's abnormality to this person's excessive panic, so he waved his hand: "Qingmo told me everything." ”

When Duro heard this, he knelt on the ground without saying a word: "The student knows his mistake, and please punish him." ”

Liu Shiren did not scold him, but walked over and stretched out his hand to pull Du Luo to his feet. The gray-haired Liu Shiren looked up at Du Luo slightly, this Puyu who came by accident, there was pity and helplessness in his eyes: "Do you really like that Miss Song family?" ”

Douro pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Don't hide it."

Four words, made Duro nod, and then immediately showed a sad expression.

Liu Shiren was full of helplessness, and sighed: "People have seven emotions and six desires, I didn't accept you to let you be those six pure people from now on, I am here in the mansion, and what you come to learn is the ability, not to let you escape into the empty door." ”

These words seemed to comfort Douro, and he breathed a small sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to speak.

Liu Shiren patted him on the shoulder, Liu Shiren has enough patience for Douluo. is not only because of Du Luo's appearance, which is very in line with the aesthetics of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also because Du Luo's usual behavior is calm and calm, and he has a bit of Liu Shiren's demeanor, which makes Liu Shiren look up to him. This time, Liu Shiren did not hide from him: "If it is someone else's young lady, I may help you protect the matchmaker, but the daughter of the Song family is absolutely impossible." ”

"Why?" Douro's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a flash of water.

Liu Shiren shook his head and said: "Some time ago, the daughter of the Song family was arrested after leaving the house without permission, and she was left in other families to be sent to her family to move out of the capital. Can you guess why? ”

Douro's eyes flashed with pain, he nodded, and his voice trembled slightly: "The student knows ......"

But Liu Shiren seemed to interrupt all of Du Luo's fantasies at once: "The Song family is the queen's own family, if my guess is right, the emperor will definitely let the daughter of the Song family promise Prince Zhuang this time, this is a sure thing, no one can change it." ”

Duro finally lost his voice, but his fists were clenched tightly and he didn't say a word.

Liu Shiren patted Duro's back, sighed, and didn't force him.

But I heard Du Luo's voice, in a low voice: "Sir, the student wants to go out of the house and go out for a walk." After speaking, he added, "I will never make trouble." ”

Liu Shiren nodded and agreed to Du Luo's request: "If you drink wine and let someone send you back, don't stay out by yourself, remember?" ”

Duro nodded: "Mr. Xie cares, and the student understands." ”

After Duro left, Liu Shiren returned to his desk and spread out a piece of paper in front of him. Above, is the music he wrote.

This time, Liu Mengru, the daughter of the Liu family, also wanted to run for election, in order for Liu Shiren to be afraid that he would really point out the daughter of the Song family to Li Qianyu, for fear that there would be many variables, so he wrote an excerpt to the emperor, and the central idea was to criticize Li Qianyu for having close contacts with the ministers of the DPRK and China recently.

But now it seems that they have someone in their hands who can contain Song Qionglan, and that is Duro.

Squinted his eyes slightly, wrinkles piled up at the corners of his eyes, but the calculation in Liu Shiren's eyes was not lacking at all.

After a long time, he reached out and tore the manuscript he had just written in half, threw it into the brazier and burned it.

The author has something to say: Calculation comes and goes, who knows that he is the one who is calculated?

Once again, give a thumbs up to Mr. Duro, the heartthrob of Kaolin, l3l4