The New Year has just passed, and it has snowed lightly, according to the proverb, this is the year of the snow mega.

Not long after the snow fell, Chang'an City Qixia Gate.

A group of people are saying goodbye, one of them is old and one is young, this is three generations of public losers, they are all skilled craftsmen.

"Master Cen, you have been teaching Ji Xuan's Analects for a month, and the students really can't repay it, and my grandfather said that you like to collect luminous cups, plus this one given by the students, you just have collected eight (crazy hints!). ）。 Gong Ji Xuan's age looks no more than thirteen years old, he speaks old-fashioned and calm, and his grandfather came out of the same mold, gave the luminous cup to the teacher, and knelt on the ground, the snow fell, and he didn't care about the cold and wet on his knees, and said, "As the so-called one day as a teacher and a lifelong father, you are my second father, and the master is worshiped by the students!" ”

This is said to be uncomfortable for the public who was standing next to him, but he is your biological father, you said this to Master Cen in front of your father, don't give this father face, and he felt that the hair on the top of his brain was a little uncomfortable, and he hurriedly pressed the fluffy hat, and the hat must not move.

"Ha, Ji Xuan has great ambitions, and I am very happy to be able to teach a student like you, as a person who has fallen behind, I have been to Chang'an several times. It is said that ten years of sharpening a sword, I have sharpened for ten years, and it is still a blunt sword, physically and mentally exhausted. This luminous cup really scratched my itch, and I reluctantly accepted it, saying goodbye for the time being, I want to find Uncle He! If you have the opportunity, I will definitely recommend you to Mr. He! Cen Shen helped up the young man who was kneeling in front of him, put away the luminous cup, turned around and waved goodbye with a spear.

"Father, when will I reach the height of the teacher, you see, the back in the snow is so chic," Gong Ji Xuan waved away, white gas came out of his mouth, and he looked ahead with admiration.

Gong Yizhan touched his son's head, and spewed out a white hot breath slightly, "Don't forget Ben, we have been craftsmen for generations, and we rely on craftsmanship!" ”

"Yes! Teachable! ”

The snow dripped, shallow on the ground, white stained the princess's mansion, and also stained the shoulders of soldiers who got up early and exercised in the morning, but it could not stain the faint red plum buds that bloomed on the branches.

Treading the snow to find plums, step by step towards the forest.

Wan'er was holding an oil-paper umbrella next to her, closely following the little lady's steps.

Snowflakes jumped, rose and fell, and gathered around the Tsing Yi group. The steaming white heat gushed out of his nose and hugged a circle of snow ash and dissipated with it.

"Little lady, wait for Wan'er..."

The more Li Wan'er ran, the more she couldn't catch up with the princess's pace, her full chest rose and fell, and her cherry red lips exhaled bursts of tumbling heat, like a roaring steam engine.

Stopping, Wu Yueya grabbed Wan'er's cold and red little hand, rolled it up for her with her cloak, and continued to walk in the snow to find plums.

Originally, it was just Xiaochun who said that the plum blossoms in the forest seemed to be blooming, and everyone didn't expect the princess to come to the garden to look for plum blossoms in the wind and snow like this, which frightened Xiaochun, and she is still sobbing now, all because of her own mouth, so that the princess will rush into the wind and snow so disregarded.

Hua Chu'er stepped on the branches, followed closely behind the paper umbrella, and looked at a snow tree in front of her worriedly, all of which were white, where to find plum blossoms, and had to worry about the little lady's body.

Wu Yueya stepped on the wind and snow, and pulled Wan'er to walk quickly into the garden, she wanted to see plum blossoms, I don't know why, there was always an uncalming feeling in her heart, probably because she saw too much snow.

Looking around in the forest, except for the cold and dissolving feeling of the snow flakes falling into the chest, all that came to my eyes was the white gas and snowflakes in my mouth.

"Little lady, why do you want to see Mei?" Wan'er asked in a low voice, her body was already shaking, it was too cold.

Wu Yueya turned her head and looked at Wan'er with tenderness, sensing that she was a little afraid of the cold, so she completely took off her cloak and put it on Wan'er.

"Plum blossoms, I'm rare!"

"If the little lady is rare, Wan'er will find it for the little lady," Wan'er said and straightened out the cloak and hung it on the little lady's shoulder.

It's just that it was blocked back, and the cloak returned to Wan'er's body.

"I'm rare because plum blossoms give me a feeling of pride and frost! Wan'er, you should be able to understand! Wu Yueya left the paper umbrella again, the cyan skirt sleeves danced with the wind and snow, the long black hair was scattered in the snow wind, and the silver hairpin fell into the snow layer by half an inch.

Closing her eyes and smelling, at this moment she felt like a plum blossom, proudly blooming, and at this moment, a dark fragrance hit.

Ignoring Wan'er, who was thinking in place, she locked the direction and continued to move forward, and came to the edge of the wall of the princess's mansion, where there were several rows of plum trees, and it was from here that the dark fragrance came.

The snow ash dyed the black hair fluttering in the wind half white, she looked at the pale red flowers on the branches, and couldn't help but open her arms and make a hugging look, it was strange that she liked to run in the snow like this, let the wind and snow rage, and could not change the remaining childlike innocence in her heart.

Wan'er gave up the silver hairpin on the ground, followed the footprints of the princess, and also came to the high wall, but listening attentively, her figure was stagnant, and she understood why the little lady had to step on the snow to find plums.

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it's not snow, because there is a dark fragrance..."Wan'er buried half of her face in her cloak and listened to the little lady's poetry obsessively, and the only one who could impress her was the talent of the little lady.

Wu Yueya broke off a plum branch that had not yet been developed, put it in front of her nose and smelled it, there was an indescribable aroma, she bit it, took a few plum blossoms and ice and snow, and licked her mouth naughtily, it tasted good.

Hua Chu'er fell from the branch, snatched the paper umbrella that was still immersed in the poem, came to the little lady's side, held the umbrella diligently, and brushed the snow ash from the princess's long black hair, "What's delicious about this kind of snow plum, the little lady is really, the body is important!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a bite of it, and it was crunchy.

Brushing the rustle, the little lynx and the little white tiger also came, meowing and roaring, circling around the master.

Wu Yueya opened her heart and smiled, grabbed Wan'er, and walked back with the two cuties, while whispering, "Mei Xue is not willing to descend in the spring, and the saucy people put aside the pen fee to comment on the chapter." The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance! ”

Hua Chuer didn't know the meaning of this poem, but just praised it vigorously. Wan'er leaned against the warm cloak in her arms, worshipping the little lady more and more, she realized the kind of realm of the little lady's Aoxue Lingshuang, which is a state of mind that is unyielding in adversity and dares to fight, no wonder the little lady will say that she can understand it, because she has struggled.

In the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the old fool picked up the pen and wrote slowly, and the words fell neatly on the paper, Journey to the West, this story is very meaningful, and the abbot of Wushi added a note after the name Sun Wukong - 'Heart Ape! ’

Then I wrote down the three words Wu Yueyan, I just remembered something, and then I forgot it in an instant, staring at these three words and thinking, and finally gave up the pen... Read the latest chapter of "Steamed Tang Claw Book House" for free for the first time.