In the Chinese Palace, the red candles are wrapped in precious gold leaf, the candlelight is swaying, and the screen made of gold thread reflects the picture of the two dragons playing with pearls, Yang Guang doesn't remember how long he hasn't been out of the dormitory, and the dragon robe hanging on the hanger has already been dusty if it is not cleaned by the maid every day.

Yang Lin Qingsi was tied up high with black hair, wearing armor, and knelt outside the dormitory early in the morning, begging to see the holy face.

From time to time, there are maids carrying bird cages made of gold and silver, which contain small canaries, and they are called Zhenghuan.

"Lord Wang, the Holy Lord has already handed over the affairs of the court to the prime minister, if the prince has something to do, he will go to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Gonggong Yuan stood on the stone steps and persuaded bitterly.

Yang Lin didn't say a word, knelt on the ground, looking at his shadow refracted by the sun's rays.

I don't know who came with a sigh, and Yang Guang's lazy voice came: "Even if the imperial uncle has the heart to meet, how can I refuse?" ”

Yang Lin stood up and walked in step by step, the sound of armor rubbing could be heard from a long distance, in the Chinese hall, the huge copper furnace burned with a sweet aroma, making people can't help but be lazy, the goblet was filled with Persian tribute grape wine, and Yang Guang's arms were surrounded by many beautiful women wearing belly pockets.

"What's the matter with Uncle Huang?" Yang Guang drank the wine one by one.

Yang Lin still looked light-hearted: "I am not an old man, nor do I seek to be ambitious, but I am a rural horseman, and I also want to return to the roots of the fallen leaves, and I hope that the saint will return to the border to retire." ”

"Is it because she's gone, so Uncle Huang is leaving?" There was the sound of wine glasses slamming on the ground, and the best wine was scattered all over the ground.

The women beside Yang Guang were frightened one by one, and hurriedly took their clothes and ran out.

Yang Lin still looked unfazed: "I hope that the saint will be gracious." ”

"Guang'er has always admired Uncle Huang so much." Yang Guang stood up, his loose pajamas vaguely revealed his chest full of scars, which was all proof that he had called for wind and rain to kill the enemy, he walked down barefoot, not feeling cold at all, "I can't protect my beloved woman, how can I talk and laugh with the person who killed my woman and look like a brotherhood?" ”

"It's a woman after all." Yang Lin spoke, "Besides, the minister is so ruthless as the saint, and it is not aggrieved to say that the deceased died, after all, the saint sent so many people to accompany her." ”

"Why the hell did she jump off the building?" Yang Guang suddenly squatted down in front of Yang Lin, "I've been checking for so many years, and I just want an answer." ”

"Minister." Yang Lin paused, maintaining the same posture and not moving, "No comment." ”

"Haha-" Yang Guang stood up and looked up to the sky and smiled, "If Uncle Huang is an actor, I'm afraid he will have to perform the demeanor of a famous singer in the world." He patted Yang Lin on the shoulder, "If there is nothing to say, it is that after all these years, Uncle Huang has never let go, and Uncle Huang will not be able to face Chang'an without her. ”

Yang Lin's body stiffened slightly, but after all, he remained silent as always, kowtowed to thank him, stood up, turned to leave, and the sun pulled his back long.

At this time, Taiyuan, it is very appropriate to describe Shan Bing'er with all the ammunition and food, she was driven back by the inn in the early morning, wrapped only a few thin old shirts, saw the steamed buns spread out of the popular buns, surrounded by a group of ragged little beggars, and she couldn't wait to join them, she led her horse, almost to cry on the crowded street.

At this moment, a person came into his eyes, the person was dressed in a white robe, standing with his hands in his hands, a thin shirt embroidered with bamboo, a bright yellow belt echoing in the middle, a hollow mutton fat jade around his waist, wearing a jade hoop, black hair in a high bundle, and a pair of bright and slender eyes. She looked good, this was clearly Mu Qingyang's dress.

"Brother Jiao—" She couldn't help crying with joy, but soon she found out that something was wrong, she had been in the rivers and lakes since she was a child, she didn't know what strange things were, she quickly recognized that it was just the same face as Mu Jiao she had seen, if it was cold to describe Mu Jiao, it could only be used to describe the man in front of him with dignity, he was smiling, but vaguely revealed indifference and alienation. Shan Bing'er was extremely disappointed, this was not the Mu Jia she knew, but her eyes were quickly attracted by the mutton fat jade on his waist, seeing which rich and noble son this must be, whether there was a piece of jade on his waist or not, he would not care, but for herself, at least the cost of going home was enough.

Thinking of this, she led her horse to the lake, tied it to a willow tree, and quickly turned around, where the well-dressed boy walked about the street, paying full attention to the trade at the side of the stall. She smiled to herself and slammed headlong in the direction he was walking.

I didn't know that I was working too hard, only to hear the sound of "bang-", she and the young man in fancy clothes fell to the ground respectively, and a money bag fell out without opinion, and happened to fall next to Shan Bing'er, which was bulging inside.

Li Shimin just wanted to find some strange things on the street to make Ruyue happy, but he didn't know that there were women on the street who threw him into his arms, but this woman was dirty, which really didn't suit his taste, he couldn't help but think secretly. Who knows that this woman is not only dressed in red like a little pepper, but her personality is quite unreasonable. I saw her quickly stand up, pick up her money bag on the ground and leave. Li Shimin reacted at this time, co-authoring is for money!

"Girl, that's my purse—" he reminded kindly.

Shan Bing'er turned her back to him and blushed, she was also the third lady of the Shan family, when did she do something, just to go home - when she thought of this, she immediately had a feeling that this money bag was her own, she turned around and said with an innocent face: "Which family's son is this?" The little woman passed by here, not only did she brutally bump into me, but how could she call other people's money her own? Shan Bing'er held the money bag, and vaguely felt that there were jewelry or something like that in it.

This was originally a trouble, after Shan Bing'er's pitiful explanation, passers-by, those who sold sugar gourds, and those who sold rouge immediately formed a circle around these two people, and even the little beggar who was begging just now came over with meat buns, and a group of people pointed at the two of them.

Li Shimin looked at the girl in front of him with a shocked face, but the woman was not immediately tender when she saw herself, and now she first met a recuperating princess who ignored her, and then met a red pepper who stole her purse and was rude, he was not only saddened by the reduction of his charm.

And Shan Bing'er on the side immediately took out the jewelry in her purse and cried to a group of people: "But which son went out and brought a golden hairpin?" I don't like to worry about people, but I must use this golden hairpin to meet my fiancé, and use the golden hairpin as a proof that he can marry me, son, now you can do well, don't be entangled. ”

The stunned expression on Li Shimin's face was even more obvious, she didn't have time to say anything, the voices of criticism around her swarmed in, and the little pepper in red was stunned and swaggered away in a group of voices that scolded him, and when he came to his senses, the person had disappeared.