On the winter solstice of this year, the gate of Luoyang was wide open, and the herald on a fast horse shouted, "King Yu has returned to the dynasty in triumph!" "Tread a lot of winter snow. In the blink of an eye, there were many more people on the street, which was still a little deserted, and the smiles on their faces could not be stopped.

Mingzhu ran through the alley with a hot freshly baked meat bun in his mouth, and his ears were full of people's voices praising King Yu as worthy of being the god of war of the Great Wei. Mingzhu rubbed her wind-blown nose, and her small body nimbly drilled through the crowd, and finally stopped in a quiet alley. She looked back and forth as a thief, there was no one around, Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest, swallowed the meat bun that she had been holding for a long time, and pushed the door to see Master Ming, who was carrying a feather duster, standing behind the small door waiting for her. Mingzhu secretly said "not good", and was just about to slip away, but was picked up by Master Ming by the back of the neck. She smiled at her father flatteringly, revealing a neat little white teeth, and just as she was about to speak, she was blocked back in her throat by Master Ming's "no". Mingzhu's two calves symbolically kicked twice in the air, looking at the bluestone path on the ground towards the study, showing a tragic expression as if he was about to go to the execution ground, and he was so angry that the old man blew his beard and stared.

Mingzhu was sitting in the study, pretending to hold a spell book and reading it, peeking at his own father who was sitting aside with a feather duster and drinking tea, and didn't pay attention to his recitation. Master Ming coughed lightly: "It's wrong!" Mingzhu lowered her head in a panic, with a hint of embarrassment of being caught between her cunning eyebrows. Master Ming looked helplessly at his daughter who was playing treasure, shook his head, stood up and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Mingzhu looked at the back of Master Ming, who was gradually moving away, and forced herself to run out to play immediately, thinking that she had endured it for half an hour, but in fact, it was only half a stick of incense, she threw down the spell book, and jumped out of the study like the wind. Squatting on the roof to see how long she could hold on, Master Ming sighed again.

Mingzhu slipped into the garden like a thief, and a camphor tree was planted in the garden, and its branches were so luxuriant that they almost stretched out of the house. Mingzhu climbed up the trunk of the camphor tree, and jumped lightly and skillfully onto the street outside, where the street was bustling with many smiling people, and Mingzhu heard them say that Yuwang had entered the city, and his curiosity followed the crowd towards the central Xuanwu Street. There were too many people on the street, and the small pearl was tightly blocked. Mingzhu looked left and right, and there was a family in the alley next to her whose trees were growing out of the wall, she thought about it, and ran towards the alley.

Mingzhu looked at the left and right people, pinched a light body, and jumped into the tree with a jump. She found a stable branch and sat down happily, and took out a handful of melon seeds from the pocket sewn into the inner layer of the big feather.

The speed at which the army entered the city was not fast, and Mingzhu finished swallowing a handful of melon seeds before she saw a black horse slowly emerging from the street. The atmosphere of the crowd was instantly ignited, and people laughed loudly and shouted "Welcome to the return of King Yu!" The voice shook the sky, revealing boundless joy. Little Pearl sat on a tree dangling her legs, and at a glance she saw Feng Yu riding at the forefront of the army.

Yu Wang on the black horse has phoenix eyebrows, a handsome face, and there seems to be a light crimson color around the eyes. Mingzhu blinked, laughing as if she had thought of something. Yuwang has the breath of not approaching others, and when he turns his head to talk to the people around him, he looks cold, and the girls in the crowd look at Yuwang who is heroic, and they don't know what they thought, and their little faces are red with shame, bright and bright like peach blossoms blooming in March. On the upper floor of the street, a silk handkerchief with a fragrance was thrown down, and a handkerchief embroidered with begonia flowers happened to fall on Yuwang's horse. Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and looked upstairs, faintly seeing a light blue dress and half a red and bright face. Feng Yu picked up the silk handkerchief, and embroidered a small Su character in the lower right corner. The Su family? Feng Yu picked the corners of his lips and smiled, with a hint of playfulness.

As a deputy general, Li Jiong, who followed behind King Yu, saw the little girl sitting on the tree at a glance. The little girl waved at him, and the light blue curdled white fox fur trembled with her movements, looking like a bird of predatory. Li Wei laughed, and just nodded over there when he was still in the army, and the bird-like girl smiled when she saw him respond, and that smile remained in his heart even after many years.

The army triumphed, and the palace feasted. The leading generals sang heroic songs, the streets were lit up, and the emperor decreed that today's curfew would be lifted. Even late at night, there are people coming and going on the streets. Mingzhu sat on the rockery in his own home, sneaked out to play during the day, was caught by his father, and was punished for practicing water control for three hours. Mingzhu took off her shoes and socks, and her white and tender feet slapped against the water, and suddenly turned into a beautiful fishtail. There was no wind on the night, and the moonlight sprinkled on her body, the white moonlight was like a white horse, the scales of the fish's tail shimmered in the moonlight, and the tail fin was also decorated with a circle of thumb-sized colored pearls, and the water rippled with a different kind of brilliance.

Feng Yu made an excuse to leave the palace banquet and went to the horse farm in the east of the city. The black steed ran back and forth in the horse farm like the wind, and when he stopped, he let out a long breath of turbidity, as if he was depressed when he returned to the court.

There are several roads from Chengdong Racecourse to Yuwangfu, and Yuwang chose a road with the least number of people to ride his horse, and that road happened to pass through the back alley of Mingfu.

There is a song faintly coming out of the courtyard of the Ming family, the merman night song, the unique beautiful voice of the clan is like a seductive poison, slowly flowing into the ears of Feng Yu, who is about to return home. He pulled the reins, the horse stopped in the alley, and the man's deep voice asked the names of the two families next to his attendant. The wealthy businessman Ming family, the Shangshu Su family. Feng Yu raised an eyebrow and pulled the reins. The sound of horses' hooves sounded, but it was not as impatient as at the beginning, but it walked slowly towards Yuwang's Mansion with a slightly brisk rhythm.

The boss's voice stopped, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, turning the twig-patterned teacup, and the water vapor blocked his face. The boss blew slowly, the fragrance of tea drifted away with the water vapor, a pair of Danfeng eyes moved slightly, and his eyes narrowed, as if he was smiling.

"Terrans, always take it for granted."

I looked down at the two people lying on the ground, and was surprised to see a tear in the corner of the merman's eye. I squatted down and reached out to pick up the drop-shaped pearl, which was dazzling in the blue moonlight.