Bystanders such as Su Yicongee and others also felt that the girl of the Lu family had lived in vain, just like a little legend who broke out of the ruins, and everyone knew it.

Lu Yixuan covered his lips and hurriedly beckoned Qiu Lian and the others to serve on the table together, they were all relatives and friends, so why be polite, and several people were also very neat and heroic, looking at each other and smiling and toasting.

I don't know when the fairy music sounded again, the incense was swirling, the gold powder was greasy, and the unhappiness of Fang Cai was thrown away, and the sisters of the Nan family accompanied Yuxiu to change their clothes and came to thank them.

Lu Yixuan waved her hand, and it happened that she could sit idly by and ignore her.

"Yuxiu!" Suddenly, a person hurriedly ran into the bustling hall, saw the frightened Yuxiu girl, and regardless of the public, he took her in his arms.

It's a weak scholar with clear eyebrows.

As soon as Yuxiu saw him, the tears couldn't stop falling, and it was obvious that he was a little lover who was in love, obviously the little scholar heard that the ruffian was making trouble in the "pine wind", and he rushed to it in a hurry.

The corners of Yuxiu's eyes reddened: "Thanks to Miss Lu." "Otherwise, I don't know how it will end today.

The young man raised his eyes in astonishment and gratitude: "...... Lu" His words choked in his mouth, and he hurriedly retreated and saluted respectfully, "General Lu Xiao." ”

Lu Yixuan only felt that this voice was a little familiar, but now that she looked at the man, she suddenly remembered: "It turned out to be a literary artist." Lu Yixing has two impressions of him, this Mr. Wen Dai has only been in the palace for half a year, he is good at figures, boundary paintings, especially fine ladies, beautiful and elegant, and the color is deeply loved by several harem beauties.

"Thank you General for saving Yuxiu." He pulled the brocade in his sleeve to wipe the tears of the little girl, carefully like tears burning his hands, Mr. Wen has not been deeply established in Shengjing for a long time, and he didn't want Yuxiu to show up like this, especially in a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, but he can't resist the girl, and he blames himself again and again when he talks about this.

"I, I can ......" Yuxiu is gentle and delicate, a little timid, but there is toughness and persistence in her eyes, they can support each other and rely on each other, instead of keeping her at home, Yuxiu knows better that it is not easy to live in Shengjing City.

"Miss Yuxiu's pipa is superb, even Nan Qian is amazed," Lu Yixuan smiled and groaned, part of Nan Qian's piano skills were learned from Yuxiu's "stealing teacher", "It is a blessing for many people in Shengjing City to listen to her play the piano and sing songs." She turned her head and looked at the six scar fingers, meaning something, "Songfeng is a place where our sixth master likes to have a pastime, with the sixth master covering, who dares to mess around, isn't it?" ”

Lu Yixuan raised his eyebrows at the corners of his eyes, kicked the bad old man under the table, and the six scar fingers comprehended, ouch, this little girl called him to drink, the old man smacked his lips, such a big hat came down, how can he wear it well-

"Yes, yes, I have six scars and one sentence, don't worry, no one dares to move, after all, Miss Lu has a pair of fine eyes." Yes, the old man is also with you, he has a good friendship with Lord Jiang Weihang, but where can he compare to your Wei State Mansion and the unscrupulous Feng Xiaowang behind him.

The ruffians and magnates in Shengjing City are all in one nest.

Lu Yixin crooked his mouth and belly, old guy.

Su Yicongee and Qiu Lian heard the words, and leaned back in laughter.

As soon as the word is spoken, the horse is difficult to chase, and this pine wind can be protected by the god of suppression.

"Thank you General Lu, I, I can't repay it." The writer was grateful.

"No, there is a report," Lu Yixin knocked on the table and hooked his finger towards Mr. Wen Dai, "Mr. Lao Fu helps me Lu Yixuan draw a picture." She leaned over mysteriously and whispered a few words.

I saw that the painter's expression changed in an instant, and he stared at the girl with an expression of disbelief: "Really? ”

Lu Yixuan nodded.

The hustle and bustle of the hall lingered in the laughter of the girls and the sound of silk and bamboo.

After three rounds of drinking, Su Yicongee's interest was undiminished, Lu Yixin loosened Lord Qiu at the door of Songfeng Tang, the tip of her nose was sour when the cold wind was blowing, she patted Su Yicongee who was following but still humming a little song: "You kid should still plan to not return at night?" ”

At this hour, it is almost time.

Su Yicongee shook his head and spread his hands: "I'm a bachelor, how can I look like Lord Qiu," he pointed to Qiu Xiaolang, who was wearing a big coat and getting into the carriage, and his wife didn't dare to stay home at night, "Aren't you too...... Oh, our little general Lu is not a bachelor. Su Yicongee scratched his head, if the little prince knew that he brought Lu Yixuan to "Wind and Snow Moon", I am afraid that he would be blamed.

The young man laughed and teased.

Lu Yixuan glanced at Su Chaoqiu, and reached out to put the fox fur hat on him, like a sister pretending to be an adult telling her younger brother: "Go home early." ”

In the middle of the night, the cold wind drilled straight into the sleeves and collars of people's clothes.

Lu Yixuan saw that there was a puddle of dried blood stains in front of Songfeng Gate, maybe it was the ruffian who made trouble, she didn't stop, left the troublesome flower street, and it was even more silent in the winter night, and occasionally there were two or three nights when people returned into the alley and attracted a burst of trouble.

Only then did she find out that Songfeng was newly built on the ruins of the original Yuehuazhai, Yuehuazhai - when these three words jumped out, her mind was full of colorful feathers under the moon-white plain clothes, gold and silver weaving flowers, silk clinging, and the pair of eyebrows lined with laziness and lightness under the glass lamp were showing bright and scorching.

Lu Yixuan laughed inexplicably, now the moon is shining, from summer to autumn, winter to spring, unconsciously, two years have passed, she turned her head to see the fire tree and silver flowers never sleep, the hustle and bustle is still the same, all beings have their own joys, grievances, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, as if everything is vivid, dare not forget, and the fragrance of peach blossoms will not disperse.

I haven't seen her for a day, like every other autumn, and she seems to suddenly understand the smell of entanglement.

Kicking and tapping, through the mud wall, you can hear the pony team crossing the long street, hurrying to the direction of the city gate, Lu Yixuan calmed down and listened for a long time, it is Changshuiwei, Sheng Jing rarely mobilizes the garrison army, especially out of the city, I don't know what happened.

When she returned to the Wei Mansion thoughtfully, the Zhu Men was lightly covered, and the green kite had not yet slept, and was waiting anxiously at the door.

"Miss is back." She exhaled in relief.

Lu Yixuan was a little resentful and annoyed: "If I don't return after the end of the day, you will rest by yourself, and you don't need to wait at the door." "She said that the wind is the rain, and she didn't have a good idea, and she looked at the little hands of the green kite, which were red and cold.

The green kite smiled as if she was still happy: "The slave is worried about Miss," she suddenly leaned over and sniffed with the crook of her arm, there was the smell of rouge and the smell of wine, the little maid's eyes were staring at the boss, and her tongue was knotted, "Ah! The little prince went out of the city two days ago to deal with the congratulatory gift for the queen mother's birthday, why can't you stand the loneliness and go out to spend all day drinking?! ”

It must be a beautiful girl who is around and then feasts with "fox friends and dog friends".

Lu Yixin said "ha", stretched out his hand and knocked her on the forehead, what is deep and lonely, spending all day drinking: "Where did you learn this?" ”

The green kite rubbed her head and was very aggrieved: "It was Xiaobai who sent firewood to Renfu who said," the maid closed the door of the mansion and followed step by step, "The six departments are busy these days, he said that his master has not returned to the house for two or three days." The blue kite just talked casually.

Lu Yixuan moved the charcoal brazier into the hall and took off the fox fur: "Oh? What's up? ”

"Where can the minions know, I heard that His Majesty coughed up blood when he listened to the government in the six departments, and the people in the hospital were panicked, and the Empress Dowager Li was furious and said that the adults who were courtiers couldn't share their worries and solve problems, and what humerus did they do," the little maid crossed her hands and crossed her waist to make a subtle gesture, and the green kite's eyes rolled and whispered, "Zai Fu is busy with the six departments, and he can't ...... it."

"Don't talk nonsense." Lu Yixuan knew it in his heart and immediately drank it.

His Majesty has indeed been physically and mentally exhausted since he returned to Surabaya, which has caused Shen Ke's minor illness to be cured for a long time, but so many famous doctors in the Tai Hospital have not diagnosed any serious diseases, and the most important thing is that the heart disease is difficult to treat...... Isn't there going to be a storm?

Lu Yixuan thought for a while, and said lightly: "You prepare some things, and Ming'er will go to Yuzhang Mountain with me." ”

Ay?

The green kite was still confused, and suddenly came back to her senses in the blink of an eye, by the way, the saint specially left three inches of loess in Yuzhang Mountain for Lu Henian and Lu Zhonghe, and Miss Lu was going to make a special trip to the mountain to worship.

Most of the Yuzhang mountains have become royal hunting grounds, and the rest have opened up a small mausoleum, where Lu Henian is buried.

It's simple, a lonely tomb, and it doesn't need any fanfare.

Lu Henian's greatest wish in this life, if he is not to die on the battlefield, he hopes to return to Shengjing City and take a second look at the prosperity of this prosperous world.

The green kite was the first time she entered Yuzhang Mountain, and she chattered with a little sparrow on the road, and Lu Yixuan had the heart to follow her to mess around.

The snow is clear, the clouds are light, the sun is cold.

This Xiaoling depression will not come on weekdays, and Lu Yixuan's ear power is not bad, so she grabbed the dancing green kite and dragged her back behind her, and at the same time reached out to cover her lips.

Don't make a sound.

The green kite made a "hmm" sound, and then found that in front of the mausoleum not far away, there were people worshipping.

It's weird.

Lu Henian had no friends in Shengjing for more than ten years, and many people in the court were political enemies who impeached him, so naturally no one would come to worship a "criminal minister" who had not been completely rehabilitated.

"It's Ren Jaefu!" The green kite squinted and saw clearly that the person exclaimed in a low voice, it was Ren An, the old man was not wearing an official uniform, just like the ordinary old man was just standing in front of the tomb of Wei Guogong so quietly, and he didn't know what he was sighing about.

He put on fruits and vegetables, and burned the scriptures.

Ren An stared at the stele, and when the three pillars of fragrance burned out, he looked up at the blue sky and white sun for the last time, and then turned his head and staggered away.

Qing Kite was half-understood but felt strange: "On weekdays, the slave maid has few opportunities to see Lord Ren, and I used to think that he was a cold old fox, but now it seems that I still think about Wei Guogong in my heart." ”