The clouds and mist of Lushan Mountain in hand, the plum blossoms in front of you.

Sitting alone in the pavilion, even if it is leisurely and comfortable.

However, half an hour has passed, why hasn't the little brother come back yet?

Izuku, how long does it take?

Xie Jinci gradually lost his patience, and his clear deer eyes looked at the direction of the young man's departure, and a layer of melancholy was covered inside.

Nothing will happen to the little brother, right?

She hesitated for a moment, then resolutely jumped off the stone bench and searched for the winding path.

……

Under the shade of plum trees, rockeries are stacked on top of each other, cleverly forming a natural cave inside.

The blue sky hung down from the entrance of the cave, obscuring out half of the daylight.

Mottled shadows cast on the stone walls, and also flowed on the boy's azure robe.

"You kid, you didn't teach you kung fu in vain, and you still know how to give the old man a ride?"

In the darkness, an old man sat crooked on a smooth bluestone slab, tilted his head, and poured all the wine in the gourd into his mouth.

He wore a jacket sewn of colored cloth, a sheepskin felt hat, and his gray hair was messy, but he did not look old.

Shen Changfeng looked at him with a smile, "In order to attract me, Elder Yue actually went to Ying Yunxuan on purpose, it was really hard." ”

"Stinky boy! I'm leaving, old man, so can't you say a few nice words? ”

The old man shook his head again and again, but poured another sip of wine, "By the way, don't you ask me why I'm leaving?" ”

Shao Young smiled, "Jiangnan is tired of staying, and he has to change places after all." ”

"Something without conscience!"

When the words fell, a gust of wind broke through the air, the old man's fingertips did not move, but the gourd in his hand flew straight towards the young man at an incredibly fast speed.

Shen Changfeng turned to one side slightly, easily avoided it, and when he turned around, he saw that the old man had already come to his side, and between his raised arms, he was holding the gourd that had just attacked.

"Boy, you're too slow!"

The old man smiled, and raised his hand to make another empty punch.

The young man turned his head to dodge, his body swept back, and the green clothes flew up, elegant and complacent.

The old man's eyes showed admiration, pinned the gourd to his waist, pointed to his tiptoes, and attacked the young man again.

He pressed forward step by step, and his moves became more and more aggressive, but the boy always smiled, and perfectly dodged his attacks every time.

Blue out of blue is better than blue.

After more than ten rounds, the old man sat back on the bluestone slab angrily, kicked his legs and said, "If you don't fight, you won't fight!" I can't even touch a single hair, it's boring! ”

He reached to his waist to untie the gourd and take a sip, but found it empty.

"Don't look for it, here."

The young man with a beautiful appearance shook the gourd in his hand, and his red lips were arcing.

"Good boy, even your master's wine gourd dares to steal! Don't pay me back yet! ”

The old man glared at him angrily, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Shen Changfeng lowered his head and sniffed lightly, threw the gourd to him, and said in disgust: "I've been drinking burning knives for ten years, and I don't know how to change the taste?" ”

The old man held the gourd and drank a big gulp like water, "You know a fart!" The burning knife is extremely strong, and drinking it is like swallowing fire, and only a man like me, who has experienced vicissitudes, can taste the sweetness! ”

"Well, it's your throat that's spicy anyway."

Shen Changfeng lifted his robe, sat with him, smelled the fragrance of wine for a long time, and whispered: "Ten years of love, Changfeng can't repay it." ”

The old man patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "How can there be no retribution? Just give me the money! ”

"It's not serious."

Shen Changfeng sighed helplessly, "I just took away Fu Tinghan's heart yesterday, and today you are going to blackmail me?" I'm poor and white, and even the clothes on my body aren't worth a lot of money. ”

"Hmph, every time you mention money, you cry to me about poverty, do you still have me as a master in your eyes?"

As he spoke, the old man took out a small notebook from his bosom and was about to hand it to the young man, but he abruptly took it back.

His eyes were like falcons, piercing through the holes of the stone wall sharply, staring at somewhere outside the cave, and the killing intent gradually appeared.

Shen Changfeng narrowed his peach blossom eyes and looked out through the slit.

Under the winter sun and white plums, the seven or eight-year-old girl looked anxious, looking around, as if she was lost.

The old man said in a low voice: "Where did the little girl come from?" Sent to death for no reason-"

Shen Changfeng pressed his hand, "My own people." ”

The old man stared at the little girl, looked at it and looked at it, his face changed, and finally smiled and waved his hand, "Boy, you remember, in this world, except for daughter-in-law, you are either friends or enemies. ”

"You're wrong, there's another type of person called a chess piece."

The young man's voice was soft, and his face was as dark as jade, only a pair of deep eyes, which were burning to the bottom.

Seeing that the little girl was looking for the stone cave, the old man quickly took out a small fold and solemnly placed it in the palm of the young man's palm.

He showed a rare serious demeanor, and said in a deep voice: "I have kept this thing for you for ten years, and now that it has been returned to its original owner, I can be regarded as living up to the trust of that person." Boy, this road under your feet is a bit difficult to walk......"

Shen Changfeng silently put away the fold and did not look at it.

He got up slowly, turned his back to the old man, and said word by word: "In the future, the mountains and rivers will be high, and I will send Elder Yue here." ”

The old man looked at the green shadow and was slightly stunned.

His thoughts flickered, and he seemed to have returned to the battlefield in northern Xinjiang seventeen years ago, when the yellow sand was full of yellow sand and corpses.

The resolute man who always rushed to the front and resisted thousands of troops was like an eternal picture, deeply imprinted in his heart.

Now, his son is growing in fledgling wings, no less than he was back then.

That's enough.

This stool,

That's enough......

The old man wearing a colored cloth jacket and a sheepskin felt hat secretly wiped the corners of his eyes and wiped out the burning knife in the gourd.

When he raised his eyes again, he had already returned to his stubborn appearance, grinned, and said to himself:

"How could I be wrong? It's you who is wrong! What chess pieces are not chess pieces, it's all nonsense! In my opinion, that little girl will be your daughter-in-law in the future! Hmph, stinky boy, such a lovely girl, it's cheaper for you......"

……

"This sister is so familiar, is she looking for her way, or is she looking for me?"

The elegant young man brushed the blue sky so that he could lean on the rugged stone wall for a long time.

"Little brother!"

Xie Jinci pursed his mouth, hurriedly ran forward, grabbed the young man's sleeve and didn't let go, the deer's eyes were round, and he looked very aggrieved.

Shen Changfeng pinched her face, "Didn't you ask you to wait for me obediently?" ”

"You're embarrassed to say it!"

The little girl slapped his hand away, but was held instead.

She struggled a few times to no avail, so he also left, only a little face was still angry, "Little brother, I waited for you for half an hour, but you are hiding here by yourself, it's too much!" I thought you were ......."

"What do you think of me?"

The young man smiled lazily, "Isn't my sister already aware of the mystery in the poem, afraid that I will be troubled by the third brother?" ”

Xie Jinci snorted lightly and nodded.

"He wrote the poem, what does it have to do with me? My sister only has to put a hundred hearts, this kind of thing, he can only swallow the bitter water in his stomach, even if he wants to ask me for an explanation, he has to wait until after returning home. ”

Shen Changfeng bent his peach blossom eyes, leaned over to her ear, and said softly: "Anyway, what do you think of that poem?" The frost bird wants to peek first......"

"I won't say it!"

The little girl frowned and interrupted him, and took three steps back in a row, her little white face quickly turning red.

She looked around, trying to change the subject, but her gaze fell on the hidden stone cave next to her, "Little brother, what's in the cave?" You just came out of here, right? ”

The young man laughed, stepped forward and picked up her back collar, and said as he walked, "What can it be?" A drunkard. ”

The master and servant returned to the plum garden, but Shen Tingyi was nowhere to be seen.

Walking all the way, the voices in my ears were all talking about Shen Tingyi's recitation of Yan poems in public.

Xie Jinci was terrified when he heard it, for fear that the little brother would be embarrassed by the third son after returning home.

She was worried, and after taking a few steps, she suddenly thought of Gong.

When she was waiting for Shen Changfeng in the Octagonal Pavilion just now, she drank almost half a pot of tea.

The little girl gently tugged at the sleeve of the young man's shirt, and whispered with a shy face: "Little brother, I am in a hurry......"

"Tsk, my sister is so interested, I want to visit the toilet in Zhizhou Mansion before leaving."

Shen Changfeng lowered his eyes to look at her, a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile, affectionate and rippling.

But the words that can be said will always be so annoying!

Xie Jinci glared at him, planning to go to the toilet by himself, but saw the young man smile and walked towards the pink-clothed maid who was cleaning up the tea not far away.

I don't know what the two of them said, but the pink-clothed maid soon came up to her, her cheeks flushed, and she was about to catch up with the bright plum blossoms on the branches.

"Are you going to the toilet? Come with me. ”

The pink-clothed maid had a soft voice, and after speaking, she took the initiative to lead the way in front.

Xie Jinci thanked her, hurriedly followed her, and saw her frequently turning back, her eyebrows and eyes were shy, she didn't have to think about it, she knew that she was looking at her little brother.

At the corner of the verandah, she couldn't help but glance back—

The green tile and white wall, the plum branches are horizontal, the young man with red lips and white teeth stands under the eaves, and the green clothes outline the long figure, such as pine and bamboo.

Sensing the little girl's gaze, the young man bent his peach blossom eyes.

Lang Yan is unique, and there is no other in the world.

Xie Jinci's heart jumped, and he hurriedly turned a corner.

Leaving the young man's sight, the pink-clothed maid slowed down, her eyes flashing, "Your son-in-law...... It's so gentle. ”

Xie Jinci couldn't bear to brush off her reverie, and said softly: "My son-in-law...... Elegant indeed. ”

"Although the plum banquet is a little boring, it is worth it to talk to such a son."

The pink-clothed maid didn't hear the reluctance in her words, and was immersed in the time of a brief conversation with the jade-faced boy.

Xie Jin was speechless, ignored the last two sentences, and wondered: "The plum banquet is lively, the plum color is pleasant, why does my sister find it boring?" ”

The pink-clothed maid shook her head, "I am a servant of the family, and I have long been tired of that plum garden, which I have seen since I was a child." You must be the first time you've come back, right? That's why it feels fresh. ”

"It's really my first time."

Xie Jinci curled the corners of his mouth, and his clear deer eyes showed yearning, "But the hundred-year-old plum tree has a long history, and I don't know how many stories have been precipitated." If it were me, I guess I wouldn't get tired of watching it for the rest of my life! ”

The pink-clothed maid frowned, "What hundred-year-old plum tree?" ”

Xie Jinci was surprised, "Don't you know? It is said that every plum tree in the garden is found by a prince from all over the world, and now the Zhizhou Mansion is a palace in the previous dynasty, and the prince loves plum blossoms very much......"

"Stop—"

The pink-clothed maid looked at her inexplicably, "Where did you hear all this?" I've been in the house since I was born, and I've never heard of any former dynasty princes, if I'm not mistaken, the plum garden should have been built ten years ago, and it has been renovated three or two times, how can it be so mysterious as you say? ”

Xie Jinci pursed his lips, so embarrassed that he couldn't say a word.

The little brother actually lied to her!

She fantasized about a hundred-year-old plum garden for a day and a night, but it turned out to be a fake!

Excessively!

When he came out of the toilet, Xie Jinci's face was not good-looking.

Following the pink-clothed maid back to the plum garden, she politely thanked her again, and after walking away step by step, she didn't look at Shen Changfeng, and walked out of the house quickly with her little short legs.

The young man in Tsing Yi followed her as if walking, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he sighed: "I really can't hide anything from my sister." ”

Fortunately, his little words are well-behaved and cute, and it is not difficult to coax.

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Summary of this chapter The clouds and mist of Lushan Mountain in hand, and the plum blossoms twist and turn in front of you.

Sitting alone in the pavilion, even if it is leisurely and comfortable.

However, half an hour has passed, why hasn't the little brother come back yet?

Izuku, how long does it take?

Xie Jinci gradually lost his patience, and his clear deer eyes looked at the direction of the young man's departure, and a layer of melancholy was covered inside.

Nothing will happen to the little brother, right?

She hesitated for a moment, then resolutely jumped off the stone bench and searched for the winding path.

……

Under the shade of plum trees, rockeries are stacked on top of each other, cleverly forming a natural cave inside.

The blue sky hung down from the entrance of the cave, obscuring out half of the daylight.

Mottled shadows cast on the stone walls, and also flowed on the boy's azure robe.

"You kid, you didn't teach you kung fu in vain, and you still know how to give the old man a ride?"

In the darkness, an old man sat crooked on a smooth bluestone slab, tilted his head, and poured all the wine in the gourd into his mouth.

He wore a jacket sewn of colored cloth, a sheepskin felt hat, and his gray hair was messy, but he did not look old.

Shen Changfeng looked at him with a smile, "In order to attract me, Elder Yue actually went to Ying Yunxuan on purpose, it was really hard." ”

"Stinky boy! I'm leaving, old man, so can't you say a few nice words? ”

The old man shook his head again and again, but poured another sip of wine, "By the way, don't you ask me why I'm leaving?" ”

Shao Young smiled, "Jiangnan is tired of staying, and he has to change places after all." ”

"Something without conscience!"

When the words fell, a gust of wind broke through the air, the old man's fingertips did not move, but the gourd in his hand flew straight towards the young man at an incredibly fast speed.

Shen Changfeng turned to one side slightly, easily avoided it, and when he turned around, he saw that the old man had already come to his side, and between his raised arms, he was holding the gourd that had just attacked.

"Boy, you're too slow!"

The old man smiled, and raised his hand to make another empty punch.

The young man turned his head to dodge, his body swept back, and the green clothes flew up, elegant and complacent.

The old man's eyes showed admiration, pinned the gourd to his waist, pointed to his tiptoes, and attacked the young man again.

He pressed forward step by step, and his moves became more and more aggressive, but the boy always smiled, and perfectly dodged his attacks every time.

Blue out of blue is better than blue.

After more than ten rounds, the old man sat back on the bluestone slab angrily, kicked his legs and said, "If you don't fight, you won't fight!" I can't even touch a single hair, it's boring! ”

He reached to his waist to untie the gourd and take a sip, but found it empty.

"Don't look for it, here."

The young man with a beautiful appearance shook the gourd in his hand, and his red lips were arcing.

"Good boy, even your master's wine gourd dares to steal! Don't pay me back yet! ”

The old man glared at him angrily, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Shen Changfeng lowered his head and sniffed lightly, threw the gourd to him, and said in disgust: "I've been drinking burning knives for ten years, and I don't know how to change the taste?" ”

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