After the Bianliang Poetry Conference, Liu Yuan became famous in one fell swoop.

This last official who used to only collect protection money on the street was now respectfully invited to the Yansheng Mansion, and then the overwhelming praise drifted to every corner of Bianliang, under the cover of the light of Yansheng, the image of this scarred man was extremely tall, and above the temple, many people were dumped under that poem, spitting Liu Yuan's deeds and whitewashing all his previous actions.

Since then, there has been no Liu Bawang in Bianliang.

No matter how entangled Liu Yuan was in Henglan Mansion, this hat was already on his head.

I can't take it off.

………

It's late autumn and the wind is getting cooler.

Zhao District rented a small courtyard somewhere in Bianliang and waited for the big exam of the Apocalypse Academy.

What a pity since the poetry meeting, nowhere to be found.

As the days passed, she sat in her study, holding a book, and the sun occasionally shone on her, but it seemed to shine into the abyss.

Xu Xian often sat on the threshold in a daze, keeping a close distance from her.

She often thinks of Xu Busy's sentence 'If I don't follow you, I'll die'

At the time, she thought it was just a joke, but the more time she spent together, the more she realized that he never lied.

It seems, apart, that he will really die.

This incident touched her a lot, she never thought that she would actually decide a person's life and death.

The first snow in Bianliang was on a gloomy day.

She looked at the white snowflakes falling from the sky, and suddenly felt like a dream.

Thirteen years.

It has been thirteen years since she came to this world, and the events of her previous life seem to have become very distant. Little by little, those old people and old things are forgotten in the depths of my mind.

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, is this another illusion.

Her eyes were misty, looking out the window at the first snow. There was a slender figure in his sight, slowly stepping from the snow, and the white fur fur added a little coldness and nobility to him.

It's like going back to the time when the magnolia flowers bloomed that year.

"Nothing." A whisper sounded, and she suddenly looked up, only to find that it was not the figure she remembered.

Henglan Bing is still handsome, his slender figure is more and more eye-catching on the snow, and his face is a little pale. The gaze was warm, "Are you sitting here cold?" ”

Zhao came back to his senses, only to realize that he had learned a stinky problem at some point. Likes to squat on the threshold.

There was already an extra layer of snowflakes on her hair, and the white hand in the depths of the ice was placed on her head, brushing away the whiteness little by little.

"I'll do it myself." She stepped back and pushed his hand away. I slapped it twice on the head. Laughed dryly, "Why are you here?" ”

Henglan Bing smiled brightly, "Don't you invite me in and sit?" ”

Zhao was stunned, and hurriedly made a vacancy, "What are you saying, come in." ”

It was warm in the room, and Xu was dozing off by the fire, his head drooping. It looks so cute.

The sound of the two of them walking in woke him up, and a pair of ignorant eyes opened. Looking at Zhao District, he felt a little more aggrieved.

Yes, after so many days of getting along, Ah Xu has already regarded her as her own sister, and she does not hide any feelings in front of her, at this time, the grievance is just to call him to get up too early this morning, and say that he will enjoy the snow together, but because of the cold, one person is in the house and one person is outside the house.

Zhao walked over and rubbed his hair, "Go to sleep." ”

If Ash is pardoned, he will run away.

Henglan Bing smiled, walked beside her, and said softly, "This kid is Heyue's best friend?" ”

The question is, who is Heyue?

The people of the Song Kingdom knew that their dear majesty had eight daughters, and Princess Heyue was the youngest.

According to the law that the smaller the family, the more favored she is, He Yue is obviously a very noble little princess.

And when she first arrived in Bianliang, when she saw He Yue, she knew that this child was just a crybaby, yes, He Yue was an extremely unsuccessful child who disguised herself as a man at that time.

The second time I saw Heyue, she was still dressed in men's clothes, but she knew that she had wrapped a few more layers of cloth on her chest and a fake Adam's apple on her throat, which at first glance really looked like that.

But the last thing she should have done was to bring a silly maid and keep shouting 'Miss' and 'Miss' on the side

This gender-revealing title actually sounded again and again, and Zhao was very worried about their IQ.

took Xu Busy shopping, and the group met, and He Yue was very pleased, of course, not because he saw her, but because Xu Busy was busy.

Maybe there is a special feeling between fools, and He Yue likes to mix with Xu Busy very much, and the two of them are chattering and the other is silent, and they seem to be very harmonious. Of course, this is just her conjecture, when one day, Xu Busy lying on the head of the bed said something annoying, she knew that Heyue, a child, might not be too busy to see him.

It's all an illusion to play well or something.

Now it seems that Henglan Ice has also fallen into delusion.

"So-so." Zhao Guanqu pursed his lips and smiled, not to make more analysis of the word "close friend".

Henglan Bing was also silent, and there was some strange silence in the room.

"You"

"You"

The two of them suddenly spoke at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, Zhao took out the jade pendant from his arms and handed it forward, "Give it back to you." ”

Henglan Bing's eyes flashed gloomily, but he still smiled and said, "If it's given to you, it won't be taken back." ”

The tone is very light, but very solemn.

She didn't know what to do for a while, so she smiled and put the jade pendant on the table.

"Just think it's... Yue'er's thank you. Henglan Bing said helplessly, stood up, and put the jade pendant in her hand.

Zhao took the jade pendant, pursed his lips and said, "How is Miss Henglan now?" ”

The topic seemed much more relaxed this time, and Henglan Bing turned around and smiled, "She... It's still the same. ”

This pampering demeanor stunned her.

Isn't it, all the brothers in the world spoil their sisters like this?

Many years ago, Zhao Erer did the same to her

The conversation with Henglan Bing was very comfortable.

This proud son of the Song Kingdom is not a few.

Every time I come. The girls from the next few families who were not out of the cabinet would hang out very often, walking around their yards

When he was sent out, he happened to see more than a dozen shadows walking by. Zhao couldn't help patting him and quipped, "Ouch, the charm of the Henglan prince is not small!" ”

Henglan Bing shook his head, reached out and quickly rubbed her head, exactly the same as her actions to Xu Busy.

"Let's go, I'll see you next time."

Zhao squatted on the threshold. Looking at the figure, he sighed slightly.

"What are you sighing for in broad daylight?"

A crisp voice sounded in his ears, and Zhao was startled. Looking up at the visitor, he kicked it unceremoniously.

"When did you come back?"

He is sorry to wear a heavy one, and there are two clumps of white hair next to the collar, which looks quite joyful. Dodge this kick. And he crouched down. Laughing slutfully, "Did you miss me?" ”

Zhao rolled his eyes and went back to the house.

He regretted following behind and began to say, "Let me tell you, Lao Wang is not a thing, the report is too fast, after you finish chatting with Heng Lanyue." Someone came to the house, and they knocked me out... I'm afraid I'll regret it. By the time I woke up, the old man was already looking at me with a rattan in his hand... My brother screamed miserably, and it took three hits to realize that this was home... At that time, my mind was in a mess, and I couldn't speak clearly, and the old man wanted me to run away from home to explain, how could I say it clearly... If you can't tell, just fight... The more I hit me, the more dizzy my brain became... The more dizzy I get, the more I can't tell..."

He regretted the pitiful thing that followed behind, and when he finished speaking, the room was quiet, and he looked at Zhao District, and found that this guy was sitting next to the stove holding a book, and he didn't know if he listened to him.

"Did you hear that?" He moved a small stool, sat next to him, looked left and right, and suddenly lowered his voice again, leaned in and said, "It's just that... I have to tell you something. ”

"Say."

He regretted rolling up his sleeves and said softly, "I asked the master to see it, this mark... It's not easy! ”

"How?"

"There's a demonic spirit!" He said cautiously.

Zhao smiled and put down the book, not bothering to pay attention to him.

He was anxious and said, "Don't believe it... It's true! The master also asked me who planted it for me. ”

"You said it?" Zhao looked at him with a little more seriousness.

He regretted a smile, "I didn't say it, no matter what Ah Xu said, he was also mixed with me, his own people!" ”

Zhao glanced at him appreciatively, and then said, "Ah Xu's affairs, let's not worry too much, you just need to know that he has no intention of harming others." ”

"Hmm," He sighed, "but I'm tired." ”

Zhao handed him a cup of hot water.

He regretted holding the cup, lowered his face, and said a little gloomily, "This time I came out... It's a big loss. ”

Zhao District sat quietly on the side, ready to listen to his complaints.

Who knows, after this sentence is finished, there is no follow-up.

She looked at him in surprise, "What's wrong?" ”

He regretted shaking his head, the cold wind outside the window was whirring, he turned his face sideways, watched the snowflakes fall, and said in a low voice, "Winter, it's coming." ”

"Hmm"

"The Apocalypse Academy exam is coming, are you ready?" He asked seriously.

"Prepare what?" Zhao looked at him blankly, "I don't know anything." ”

What a pity to cover his face and sigh.

"It's a good thing I'm back today, otherwise you'd have missed tomorrow's registration!"

"Tomorrow?!" Her eyes widened, and she was suddenly at a loss.

It came so suddenly, she... I'm still a little unprepared.

The three words of the Apocalypse Courtyard have appeared in her life only a handful of times, but Zhao Kuo's words impressed her deeply.

"That's where you're meant to be."

Apocalypse Courtyard is a place she must go... This sentence has been imprinted in her mind.

Never linger anymore.

"Then let's go." She said softly, with firmness.

The wind was howling, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a lot of space outside.

Towards the end of the evening, the third wave of guests arrived.

It was a boy in brocade, tall and with a scar on his face, which looked extremely terrifying.

He walked over step by step, and the snow was full of footprints.

Zhao District sat next to the stove, looked at the visitor, squinted his eyes, and then said, "What a pity, pick up guests." ”

"What kind of guest, benefactor or enemy?" He regretted clapping his hands, stood up, and blocked the door with a bloated body.

Liu Yuan glanced at him and saluted politely, "Little Master He." ”

He said with a smile, "Oh, Liu... Squire..."

This title is very long, full of jokes, "What's the matter, I've been promoted, I want to say thank you to my benefactor?" ”

Liu Yuan's body stiffened, and he was silent.

After coming out of Henglan Mansion that day, he knew that he couldn't turn back, the poem had already been named after him, and no matter how he explained it, no one listened.

When he got home, his father was in tears, it was an old man in his fifties, his two lines of tears made him feel more guilty, and he hated his powerlessness even more, if that poem was really written by him, then of course he could face everyone's praise and his father's praise without pressure... Tears.

It's not him, it's really not him.

Heng Lanyue told him the truth, and he naturally knew that there was a veritable talent living in a courtyard in Bianliang. He is also the author of this poem, and he is now the giver of a qiē, and many nights, he wants to come and meet him, but... He was so embarrassed.

The court gave him the title of official and knight, he couldn't refuse, Kan Kan sat in the position of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, even so, there were still people looking at him every day, and the eyes were full of pity...

What a pity? It's a pity that such a talented person just sat in such an inconsequential position.

But for him, this is indeed a turning point in his life, from an unknown official to the position of the third grade, many of him are lucky.

"I want to meet him." Liu Yuan's voice was low and firm.

The heavy snow seemed to give him inexplicable confidence.

Also, if something drags on for too long, it may lose its original meaning.

Hopefully, hopefully, this meeting will not be too late.

He raised his eyebrows, let go, turned his head and shouted, "It's just a matter of looking for someone." ”

Liu Yuan followed his gaze to look at the thin figure nestled by the fire, and was in a trance for a while.

Is that him?

Zhao is still dressed in men's clothes, but she is much more stylish than He Yue, and the mask covers her face, which naturally does not cause people to think too much.

Liu Yuan walked very slowly, and his eyes looked straight at Zhao District.

He fell to his knees.

Zhao opened his eyes and said in a blur, "Get up, the man has gold under his knees, not to mention that your status is not low now, why kneel down with me." ”

Liu Yuan was still kneeling, and the scar on his face became more and more terrifying under the light of the firelight.

"This kneeling is to thank you for achieving my fame!"

He pouted and interjected, "Do you think it's okay to kneel twice?" ”

Zhao Districts glared at him and said silently, "Shut up!" ”

What a pity, turned around.

"He's right, such a great favor, I, Liu Yuan... Well deserved! ”

Zhao frowned, stood up, and pulled him up, "Don't say that." ”

She didn't write this poem either. It's nothing more than a misappropriation of the wisdom of the past... What qualifications does she have to bear this kneeling?

Liu Yuan didn't know what she was thinking, and after kneeling, he said, "My life will be yours from now on." ”

Zhao was shocked and waved his hand, "No need." (To be continued......)