Mu Cang is the leader of Muren in the Northern Tang Dynasty, and he only listens to his arrangement, and rarely shows up on weekdays, and lives in the armory behind the mountain of the Ministry of Military Affairs. There are hundreds of soul casters stationed there, and under the guidance of Mu Cang, they smelt high-quality weapons for military officials.

The lord will accompany Mu Cang to drink three bowls in a row and then say to him, "Don't drink it, that's it for today." ”

"Good. Mu Cang responded.

"Tomorrow New Year, will you come to live in the Ministry?" the Lord asked.

"Why don't you go back and live with your sister-in-law?" asked Mu Cang.

The lord will smile and say slowly: "I guess I can't go back, so if I can't do it, I'll take your sister-in-law over to live." ”

Mu Cang was puzzled: "Beiming will not return this year, you should go back to accompany your sister-in-law, and it is okay to leave other commanders in the ministry." ”

The Lord will look at the other end of the table, Nan Fuyao and Sanskrit Yin are talking happily, Yaya, Chilu, Yan Tong and other young people are all happy and happy. Mu Cang also looked over, and then turned his head.

"Shall we go out for a walk?" the Lord will speak.

Mu Cang was stunned and didn't shirk, the two got up and left, and walked out of the military and political department. Everyone was busy talking, and the departure of the Lord did not alarm everyone. The two of them walked in the courtyard of the factory, where the lights were already bright, the red lanterns were hung high on the guard wall, and strings of golden lanterns fell vertically along the guard wall, which were fixed steadily, hundreds of zhang out, festive and dazzling, and warm. The two chatted, and the master patted Mu Cang's back with his hand and said, "When you come to accompany my old brother, let's be lively and lively together, and go back to live in the ministry tomorrow." ”

"You really are, haven't changed in years. Listening to the words of the main general, Mu Cang's heart was moved. On weekdays, the Lord will be generous and respected, and most of them are for his heroic atmosphere and vast spiritual law. But a few people know that this husband is also meticulous and heartwarming. "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow to stay, and when you come back from the dinner in the National Hall, let's keep a New Year's eve together. ”

The two chatted and walked towards the back mountain armory.

In the afternoon of the second day, the officials of the Ministry of Military Affairs were all dressed up and went to the national hall in the city. In addition to the general departments and ministers of various ministries and the captains who attended the New Year's dinner, Yaya returned home early in the morning to accompany her father for the New Year, and she did not have any position now.

Every house in the city is hung with tall red lanterns, the windows on every street are brightly lit, the night slowly sinks, and the light of the whole city is more beautiful than ever, reflecting the cold sky.

The huge stone pavement leading to the National Shoji Hall is even more magnificent, enough to accommodate hundreds of people side by side, and the stone slabs have been washed out at the moment. The number of people gradually increased, everyone went to the street to see the excitement, and the only one who could see so many high-level officials at the same time was today, and everyone was carefully dressed up.

The girls gathered together to talk about their heads, and they couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise when they saw the handsome officials, and they had a soft spot for the commanders of the Ministry of Military Affairs, and the so-called temptation of military uniforms was vividly reflected at this moment.

Each inaugural monarch lives in the courtyard behind the National Shoji Hall. At this time, the main hall of the lord's house was warm and comfortable, the ancient fireplace was lit with charcoal, and the surrounding wall stones revealed a long-term atmosphere, although a few places had faded in color, but it was still clean and solid. Hanging on the walls, the rooms are elegantly decorated, each spanning hundreds of years, and the wooden floors exude a characteristic faint aroma of old wood. The lord and his wife went to the hall of the national hall early in the morning to greet the relatives and friends of officials from all walks of life, and the living room of the house was empty at this time.

In a spacious and light bedroom on the second floor, a long warm yellow light cashmere carpet is a sight to behold. The pale pink rose wall has a sweet smell, and the petals mixed with rose sap are carefully spread on the wall, just like the painting. Someone was talking in the ensuite of the bedroom

"Miss, you're pretty enough in this dress. As soon as the word "you" fell, the girl sitting in front of the dresser raised her head and glanced at the woman who was speaking, and the woman immediately said: "You have tried on dozens of sets of clothes, and the time is almost up, so let's settle on a set." Otherwise, it's not good to make the guests wait, isn't it? The speaker was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, a little fat, not tall, and the flesh on her face stretched horizontally to the sides. There was some impatience in his tone, but he couldn't help it.

The huge bedroom of nearly 100 square meters is much more gorgeous than the living room of the outhouse, and the white blanket of velvet is spread under the feet, and there is not a single fine grain of sand. Rose-toned juice is embedded in the wall with patches of peonies, and there is a picture of a fire-like tail on the roof.

It seems that the picture is really made of the feathers of the Red Luan Divine Beast, which looks like a flame, but it exudes the illusion of arrogance and intermingling. The rosewood bed is more than three meters wide and five meters long. The openwork peacock at the head of the bed is meticulously detailed, and each feather is carved transparently, reflecting the pale purple roses on the wall behind it, blooming wantonly.

"Aunt Cui, I've said it many times, don't call me Miss at this time, it's not good for others to hear! ”

A girl with light brown fine soft wavy hair spoke, her hair as smooth as water reaching her waist, and two strands of soft hair unintentionally on her chest. The inky eyelashes blinked twice, and the big dark and bright eyes like a deep pool had deep meaning, and a pure smile floated on his face. It's just that the bridge of the nose is slightly collapsed, and the flat, wide leaf-like lips hide a sex appeal that doesn't belong to her age. At this moment, the girl's lips were tightly closed, and she was mean-spirited with contemptuous pickiness, which was more than her fifteen-year-old.

"Got it, miss, I won't call you Miss in front of him, don't worry. Aunt Cui said impatiently.

"I know you love me the most. Ji Lingxiao crooked the corners of her mouth and said, bringing out a coquettish appearance.

Aunt Cui couldn't see it from the sidelines. Aunt Cui followed Ji Lingxiao's mother Hu Meier to marry from Xifanyuan more than 20 years ago. The status of the lord of Zephan is very noble, and their children are also educated and cared for. Although Hu Mei'er is not the daughter of the 901st clan of the lord of the Western Fan Kingdom, she is also a cousin. also inherited some of the special spiritual power of the Nine Hundred and One Clan. It is said that when Ji Zhong met Hu Mei'er, she was only fifteen years old, and Ji Zhong was already in her prime.

But only that time they met, Ji Zhong fell in love with Hu Mei'er, who was only fifteen years old, like a Gu, and even better what was that Hu Mei'er also fell in love with Ji Zhong, the son of the then lord of Dongling.

Soon after, she married Dongling with Hu Cui, who had been with her since she was a child. I heard rumors later that Ji Zhong was shocked when he saw Hu Mei'er at the age of fifteen, but it should be related to the spiritual bloodline of the Nine Hundred and One Clan.

The 901 clan is very much to their daughter Jin Gui, far more than the man, Hu Mei'er's grandmother is the 901 clan's in-law lady, and she has been here for three generations. What was the situation when the two met at that time, only the two of them knew. However, in the eyes of Hu Cui now, the current young lady Ji Lingxiao is far less fortunate than her mother. It's been three generations and still luckily inherited the little bloodline of the nine hundred families, and Ji Zhong took a fancy to it. And this fourth-generation Ji Lingxiao doesn't have that blessing.

She didn't have to wait until she was fifteen years old, Hu Cui knew it. It's just that Ji Lingxiao herself is unwilling, now she is over fifteen years old, her life is still the same, she is still the same, but the young lady's temper is increasing day by day. The coquettishness of her eyebrows and eyes is a bit like her mother, and her red skin in the snow is also a young lady, and the most terrible thing is that she walks, I am afraid that her mother will not be able to compare to her in a few years, but tonight, she will definitely not pace so twisted, afraid that the person will not like it.

It's the New Year, he must be back, Ji Lingxiao thought in his heart, sweet and greasy.