The ink clouds are low, and they weigh heavily on the gray walls and tiles that stretch far and near. The ink lanes with few pedestrians are empty and silent, and the cold of the shade seeps from the brick cracks, and there is no sense of summer heat.

On the shiny black stone slabs where the wheels were running away, the sound of the chariot seemed to be the only sound in heaven and earth.

Before entering the Rong Mansion, heavy rain poured down like a river and a sea.

The self-owned porter stretched out a thick oilcloth umbrella and hurried down the steps to meet Humber.

The person who gave Mu Dian Ke an umbrella was a woman in her Chinese New Year's Eve, with strong arms and a thin waist, and she could see that the lower plate was quite stable when walking, and she was undoubtedly a practitioner.

The road was slippery, and the woman could be coerced down, and her feet floated up the layers of stone steps. He took a step back from the umbrella and bowed his head to salute, with a very respectful attitude.

Humber led the way in front, walked through the corridors and alleys, walked for about two or three miles, and finally stopped under a plaque of mud and gold.

The three words on the plaque are delicate and weak, and they are about to be broken, and they are written by women.

- "The Pavilion of the Grass".

Mu Dian Ke remembered the first time he saw Rong Yi in the Quartet, and the barren and grassy courtyard where he lived was also called Biyu Pavilion. It turns out that this is the real body.

There is no blue color in the Biyu Pavilion. The beams, slabs, walls, columns, and staircase handrails are all made of black and shiny black sour branch wood, with no embellishment, and an empty pavilion.

When Hong Bo walked here, he stopped, and Mu Dian walked up the stairs like clouds alone.

The stairway goes back and forth, and Lingtuo is high in the air, like a galloping back, until it leads to a whole open viewing platform on the top floor of the fifth floor.

Looking from a high distance, I happened to see the weeping willow trees with rows of branches on the high walls around Huanrong Mansion.

——The so-called blue color: look at the blue color, into the wivel.

Rong Yi sat reclining against the railing, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were slightly drunk, and in front of him was a long black and slippery wooden plan, with a Ru porcelain azure glaze pot on it, and he was warming wine.

But it turned out that he had eaten and drunk.

"They all say you're like you." Rong Yi turned his neck side, looked at the woman in white standing on the railing at the end of the stairs, narrowed his eyes, and looked far away, as if he was looking at people, and seemed to think of someone through the person in front of him, "It's a bit like." He nodded.

Mu Dian walked forward calmly, walked to the desk opposite Rong Yi, and sat down cross-legged.

"Like, not after all." She lifted the teapot on the table, poured her own tea, and said with a light smile.

That's it.

Rong Yi also smiled, without shame or disappointment. After many years in a high position, he gradually lost his strong heart, and his gains and losses were indifferent, and he could not be obsessed.

"And Xiangye also knows that it's not like it."

Mu Dianke still remembers the first time he saw Rong Yi in the Quartet, when he was standing by the flower pond with his back to him feeding the fish, and when he glanced back, the clouds were light and the wind was clear.

At that time, if it were anyone else, I am afraid that he would not be able to be as calm as Rong Yi when he saw a face that resembled his deceased lover at first glance.

This is of course related to his deep city, but it cannot be ruled out that there is another reason, that is, Rong Yi loves Liu Qingwu deeply, so the Liu Qingwu in his eyes is different from what others see: it is more vivid and vivid, focusing on subtlety, and reaching the soul.

With just one glance, he could completely distinguish himself from Liu Qingwu.

Judging from the reactions of Liu Yan, Huang Fengling, and even Hong Bo, Liu Qingwu's appearance should be very similar to her. But Rong Yi only admitted that the two were just a little alike, or after drinking.

This person should live so clearly and clearly.

Rong Yi was still leaning on the railing, his posture was lazy, but his eyes were letting the cold wind of the rain gradually blow clear.

"It's too wise." He leaned over and pushed through a rectangular box.

On top of the black velvet lies a string of silver camellias.

This string is no stranger to Yu Mudian.

"Fang Yuan... Didn't make it to Dongying? Mu Dianke frowned and asked.

What she feared happened anyway!

Rong Yi was quite sorry.

I have to admit that Mu Dian is the most effortless woman he knows to talk to. If she wants to, she can explain to any man, she can help her.

——A pearl fell into Changjiabao!

Mu Dian can follow Rong Yi's gaze, only to see that ten zhang away, Chang Qianfo was walking with an old man in a gorgeous costume under the deep corridor under the dense eaves, talking very smoothly, looking up into the building.

The corners of her mouth pulled into an irrepressible smile, and a light pear vortex concave left cheek.

It seems that even though Humbor repeatedly promised that he would be sent back intact, he still refused to believe it, and he didn't know what reason he found, so he followed him.

Compared with Rong Yi and even Jin Yanchen, who is about the same age, Chang Qianfo often seems not stable enough, and has an impulsive childishness. But it was precisely his enthusiasm and frankness that touched her heartstrings the most.

"The most envious teenager is thin." Rong Yiqu pointed to the railing, his words seemed to be indignant, and he turned around and asked, "Fourth Miss doesn't know?"

Mu Dianke glanced at him scrutinizingly, and Fang realized that he was smiling too much.

Rong Yi obviously didn't ask Chang Qianfo about coming.

She narrowed the smile on the corner of her lips and said lightly, "I don't know." Speaking of Fang Junhe's matter, his eyes became calm: "But even if I know now, what I can do is very limited." I will do my best to protect your life and life, but I'm afraid Xiangye wants more than that. ”

"What does Jin Yanchen want?" Rong Yi asked.

"No matter what he wants, Xiangye can only give it to him." Mu Dianke said: "He has always known very well what kind of chips he has and how much they are worth, he will not open his mouth widely, and he will never make a loss-making deal." ”

Rong Yi took a bottle of wine and smiled noncommittally, "You know Jin Yanchen very well." ”

"Xiangye will pass through the battlefield on the battlefield, and when he knows that he is alive and dead, it depends not only on trust, but also on understanding each other."

"Can you really save Fang Yuan's life?"

"Not necessarily." Mu Dianke said: "But I will do my best. ”

It was not for Rong Yi's invitation, but for Fang Jun and the kindness of a meal many years ago, and for the warmth and comfort that he had sent over the years, even if it was not very useful.

She said it, and Rong Yi believed it.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that even though Mu Dian is ruthless, she has always kept her promises, and she will not regret what she has said.

Rong Yi leaned out of his slender jade hand from his cloud-like wide sleeves, pinched a letter with his five fingers, and slowly settled in front of Mu Dianke.

Mu Dianke's heart suddenly felt uneasy.

Rong Yi has always given people a sense of calm and leisurely travel, and such a solemn attitude shows the weight of this letter.

"I know you're looking at Douyan." Rong Yi said: "It's just that these secrets in the deep mansion can't be found without some special means...... his tone paused slightly: "It's my first sincerity to Jin Yanchen."

This is also the reason why Mu Dian obviously doesn't like Rong Yi's arrogance, but he still wants to come to see him.

The two clans of Fang Rong have taken root in Beijing for more than 100 years, and their influence has penetrated into all corners of the imperial city. If they want to do something in this land, it is much easier than Jin Yanchen, and it is much easier than her and Chang Qianfo.

"You don't have to look at it now." Rong Yi smiled faintly and glanced at the figure under the corridor who was trying to delay walking: "...... The content of this letter is more appropriate for Chang Qianfo to look at first. ”