After the first snowfall, there were a few heavy snowfalls, and people outside spread that the snow on Yunshan Mountain had been pressed several layers, and it was very beautiful. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe cold plums in Yunshan Temple have also bloomed a lot, all of them are red plums, and they make people's hearts suddenly feel warm, and there is no need for the white plums in the city to be deserted.

Huo Fuyi stood downstairs in Siyi, watching Pei Yu and Shen Zezhen slowly walk towards this side. The two of them were talking and laughing, and they seemed to be very happy.

"Fuyi." The two shouted out almost at the same time.

"You're practicing in the backyard again?" Fu Yi asked, still smiling on his face, but Pei Yu over there was a little uncomfortable.

"Yes, Fuyi, don't get me wrong, we're just practicing." Pei Yu suddenly said.

"There's something wrong with that, isn't it, Fuyi." Shen Zezhen didn't take this matter to heart, but it reassured Fuyi.

"It's true that there is nothing I need to misunderstand, just now Mr. Wen came to ask that the snow in Yunshan is very beautiful, and asked us to go, and Yu Niang." Fu Yi welcomed Shen Zemao upstairs and gently dusted the snow off his body with his hands. Shen Zema turned sideways and held her hand.

"It's so cold, I'll just shake it myself up after a while." Shen Zezhen said with a smile. Huo Fuyi didn't say anything.

"Are you going?"

Shen Zezhen seemed to be lost in thought.

"Young Master Shen, it's better to go, my business can be delayed for a while, it's fine." Pei Yu's weak voice came from behind.

"Is there something wrong with Peiyu?" Fuyi asked puzzled.

"Yes, some small things, I promised her, now ......."

"Then since you agreed, go and help Pei Yu, anyway, what Mr. Wen wants to see today may not be us." Fu Yi said before Pei Yu could speak. After that, he smiled with Shen Zema. Pei Yu didn't seem to care very much in the back, but was a little absent-minded, and before he went upstairs, he looked for a chance to go downstairs.

"You call Song Yaruo." Shen Zeyang held the hot tea he had just brewed in his hand and said.

"Huh?" Fuyi was a little puzzled.

"There was news before that the person who bought the news of Wenxiangtang was Song Mengquan, and the person who went was Song Zairuo, maybe he knows something, you should be careful to find out."

Fu Yi took a sip of tea.

"It's just that he seemed to be injured that day, and now it's almost fine, even if he wants to come out, Song Mengquan may not be willing." Fu Yi voiced his doubts.

"No, you can take advantage of this to invite him out to relax, and then this Song Mengquan should be like an ant on a hot pot now, the news has not arrived, and the person has disappeared for no reason, he may also want to inquire about some news." Shen Zezhen scooped up the tea leaves in the cup with a small spoon and let it sink again.

"That's fine, I'll ask Qiuguo to deliver the letter."

Suddenly, Shen Zezhen began to turn his gaze to Huo Fuyi, looking cynical.

"What do you do?" Fu Yi turned his face away uncomfortably.

"You didn't ask."

"What didn't I ask?"

"Pei Yu's thing."

"What do you ask?" Fuyi pretended not to know anything.

"Don't you think she's been getting very close to me lately?"

"Don't think, don't you think?"

Shen Zezhen picked up the spoon in his hand again, seemed to be a little displeased, and threw it heavily on the table after playing with it in his hand. Huo Fuyi looked at him quietly, peeled an orange in his hand, then stood up and brought the orange to him.

"Don't eat it." Shen Zeqi said with resentment, but it sounded like a child was coquettish.

"Isn't that what you love the most?"

"I don't love it now."

"Oh, I'm here, I don't love, so Pei Yu is here, just love?" Fu Yi sat next to him, took the orange in his hand and played with it, without any intention of eating.

Shen Zejun raised his buried head and looked at her. Fu Yi couldn't help laughing, Shen Zewei smiled, and snatched the orange over.

"Okay, you dare to make fun of me." Shen Zezhen said.

"That's not what you meant?"

"I thought you didn't care." Shen Zema's tone sounded like a complaining girl.

"If you really like her, or if she really likes you, I'll care."

"You see that, too?"

"I care about you, so I can see it."

Shen Zemai smiled like the sun in the spring breeze on the opposite side, and his two eyes were bright.

"That's fine," Shen Zezhen seemed to finally put his mind at ease, and said, "It's just that what does she mean, I've tried it in recent days, she doesn't really want to get close to me, and she doesn't want to do anything to you, it's very strange." ”

"Wait, wait, we'll know what she's going to do."

Huo Fuyi said quietly, and Shen Zezhen on the side also expressed his approval.

In the Song Mansion, Song Zaruo was sullen in the house, listening to the girl outside talk about how good the snow and plum blossoms in Yunshan were. I can't go when I'm bored, so I can only look at the plum blossoms in the yard and talk about comfort, but these plum blossoms are boring after being pruned and cut, and I get tired of looking at them for a while.

In a trance, I remembered Liang Yin that night, in fact, he didn't talk to her, but only met her by chance. So I blurted out, I just don't know how she is now. Looking at the plum blossoms one by one, Song Zaruo somehow felt that Liang Yin was like the red plum dancing on the cloud mountain, arrogant in the cold winter, enduring the cold wind, but insisting on showing his strong side to the world.

"Ruo'er, someone brought you a message, saying that you should go to Yunshan to play," Song Mengquan walked in from outside, and after speaking, he picked up Song Yaruo's hand and began to take the pulse, "Today's pulse is good." ”

"Father agreed?"

"Nope." Song Mengquan didn't smile at all.

When Song Zairuo heard this, he was really disappointed, but it was not easy to show it in front of Song Mengquan, so he stood up and looked out the window.

"Lie to you, I've been watching you sullen these days, and I can go out to relax." Song Mengquan wanted to speak and stopped, stood up and stood up side by side with Song Zairuo.

"Really?" Song Yaruo turned to look at Song Mengquan in surprise.

"It's just that you have to be careful, dress thicker, and don't catch a cold."

"Yes, father." Song Zaruo couldn't wait to rush out.

"Ruo'er, did the **** really meet a bandit?" Song Mengquan suddenly turned around and asked seriously, these **** hearts have never been stable, Fang Lei disappeared for no reason, and Song Zairuo was attacked by bandits again. He was worried all the time about whether these were all Wenxiangtang making trouble, but there was no evidence now, he originally wanted to learn more about Wenxiangtang through Fang Lei, but now he fell into it.

"This ...... Naturally, doesn't the father believe it? Song Yaruo's face changed suddenly. It turned out that after he came back, he heard Lao Ma say that he had been attacked by bandits, and he was still worried that he didn't know how to tell his father. In addition, his father didn't have a good impression of Wenxiangtang in the first place, and now he has brought in the people from Wenxiangtang, I'm afraid his father will only dislike Wenxiangtang even more.

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I ....... All right, go, for the messenger is outside. ”

"Hey."

Song Zairuo also went out, and Song Mengquan stood in front of the window for a long time and didn't leave. He lowered his head and saw the painting painted by Song Zairuo, and the woman on it looked a little like Huo Fuyi. Song Mengquan sighed, it was not to throw away the painting, nor was it to put it down.

In the Wen Mansion, Ling Jue was holding a pile of clothes and sighing in Wen Yan's room.

"Jue'er, if I dress like this, will Yu Niang like it?"

"Yes." Ling Jue said without annoyance.

"What about this one?"

"Yes."

"Where's this one?"

"Yes."

"Anything, anything, can you share the worries of the master?" Wen Yan poked his head out of the screen and blew his beard and glared.

"Master, if you don't hurry up, it's going to be late, and then Yu Niang won't like it even more."

"Yes, yes, quick, quick, you call the carriage to the door."

"Yes." Ling Jue smiled and handed over a pile of clothes to a small guy in front of the door, and ran away happily.

The snow had stopped for a long time, and the sun was shining down from above, making the whole land shine brightly.