In December, it is already snowing heavily in Kyoto.

At a glance, the window is covered with snow and silver makeup.

There is a stove burning in the palace Qiande Hall, and the whole hall is warm.

Feng Mohan was draped in a thick robe, lying on the long case, looking at the man who was stunned in front of the window and sighed.

"It's the New Year in a few days, and Uncle Huang won't be able to accompany Aunt Liu for the New Year this year."

Feng Qingbai didn't answer, his sight was white, and he didn't know if it was snowing in Xinghua Village at this time.

Last year, it snowed heavily, and there was a snow disaster at the end.

I hope this year will be a real year of snow and snow.

The cold wind outside was blowing hard and urgently, and the snow foam kept rushing into the window, and as soon as it met the warm air in the hall, it turned into water droplets, staining the face of the wind and cypress, and the placket of the clothes.

The cold wind that leaked in made Feng Mohan shiver, and he tightened his robe, "Uncle Huang, don't look at it, you won't be able to see thousands of miles away, close the window." ”

Uncle Huang is also very pitiful, it was easy to squeeze a few days before, thinking about going back temporarily, and it would be good to say a few words in person, but unfortunately the heavy snow in Kyoto came too quickly, and the wharf canal on the outskirts of Beijing was frozen in ice early, and the passenger ship could not make it.

If you want to break the ice and sail, it will take a lot of time just to open up the river.

The plan to return to Xinghua Village was forced to cut in half.

He estimated that when he knew that the canal was frozen, Uncle Huang must have vomited blood in anger.

"Uncle Huang, if you really want to meet Aunt Liu before leaving, it's not impossible, when you travel in February, you can just turn a corner on the middle of the road, maybe Aunt Liu is reluctant to let you go, and follow you to Beicang. Ouch, accompanied by a beautiful woman, this trip is not bitter. ”

The man standing in front of the window with a wooden carving was finally reluctant to turn around and gave him a cold look.

"The situation in Beicang is unknown, let your Aunt Liu follow me to the danger?"

"......" Feng Mohan shrank his head into his robe, not daring to say anything.

But when you say that, why is it serious?

He closed the half-open window, blocked the cold wind and continued to pour it in, walked to the stove and sat down, "You have been taught by me before, and after I leave, there is no one around you to supervise it, I plan to promote Yang Lao to the Taifu, and assist you after I leave Beijing." Yang Lao is my Nanling Confucian, rich in knowledge, noble person, you need to learn from him seriously, lest your character become more and more crooked. ”

"Although Yang Lao is a great Confucian, but his temperament is too upright, and many times he doesn't know how to be flexible. Uncle Huang, the second half of the words of "Yang Mou is not very good......" was cut off by a look.

"When the time comes, I will temporarily transfer your Uncle Zhixia to the capital and be one of your auxiliary ministers." Otherwise, just Feng Mohan and Yang Lao would not be able to withstand Zuo Xiang alone, not to mention that there is an even more unfathomable and profound Qin Xiao behind him.

Feng Mohan's eyes immediately lit up, he liked Uncle Zhixia the most.

With him here, those folding files are completely irrelevant!

It was freezing cold, and he was about to sleep for a few more hours.

At the age when I am growing up, I don't get enough sleep and am not tall.

Uncle Huang's words are so heart-wrenching!

"I will explain that he can't ghostwrite, he can only help from the side, you are all the ones who can summon concubines to sleep, don't think about fishing all day long."

“……”

After staying in the Qiande Hall for a few more moments, the man got up and left.

Feng Mohan muttered indignantly behind him something he couldn't hear, "It's really a worm in my stomach!" ”

Wearing a fox fur fur, he walked slowly on the avenue outside the palace, and his shoes crunched on the snow.

The windbreak palace lamps hanging high on both sides of the avenue were violently shaken by the cold wind, and the faint yellow lights flickered and dimmed, not very transparent.

Feng Qingbai did not take a carriage, but walked, and it was only half of the Nanling Palace

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Quarter of an hour.

The current temperature can make his mind clearer.

At this time, it was almost midnight, and the whole avenue was empty.

At the end of the avenue, at the junction of the roadway, there was no palace lamp illumination, and it was pitch black.

Just as he was about to step into the darkness, Feng Qingbai stopped.

In the shadows opposite, a man almost blended into the night.

"Come out."

The cold light of the dark night is coming.

The movements of the two figures are as fast as lightning, and the moves of the fight are not clear even in the daytime.

After a hundred moves, the attacker retreated.

"Feng Qingbai, you said this time, do you win or do I win?"

There was no emotional fluctuation in the voice, coming from under the brim of the other party's wide hat.

With a chill that lowers the temperature.

"Whoever loses and who wins, only when you go to the last move can you know the result."

"Heh, I'm in Beicang, waiting for you."

After the words, disappear.

Feng Qingbai stood in place, looking at the position where the man was standing just now, his long eyes were deep and quiet, as quiet as stagnant water.

Then, slowly set off and walked towards the Nanling Palace.

can appear here without alarming his hidden guards, this kind of strength, there are only a few in the world.

However, none of those people are Gong Zero.

Don't worry, one day, he will unmask him and see who he really is.

The sound of firecrackers on the street indicates the arrival of the New Year.

As in previous years, red silk was hung in every house, and red lanterns were put in front of the shops.

Even so, the atmosphere of this year's festival is noticeably bleak.

After the New Year's Festival, the Nanling envoy group will go to Beicang to negotiate face-to-face with Beicang Emperor.

Whether there will be a war between the two countries depends on the outcome of the peace talks.

It is related to the stability of the entire Nanling people, and this matter always tugs at the hearts of the people.

The closer the time, the more suspenseful my heart is, it is the most festive New Year's Festival, and I don't have the heart to have a good time.

The only ones who can laugh and laugh as usual are the ignorant children.

In front of the courtyard of the Liu family, there are Spring Festival couplets pasted, and a festive New Year's picture is also posted on the door panel of the courtyard door.

The hall was warm, and the family sat around the brazier, and there was a small cradle next to it, in which the little edamame slept soundly.

The little baby who has just been full of moon, full of food and sleep, full of sleep and food, rubbing and long, has now completely lost the wrinkled appearance when he was born.

The pink and tender meat is pouty, the skin is smooth and slippery, and the little hands are curled up like lotus roots.

"The whole dumpling." Stretched out his index finger and touched the little baby's little face, Liu Yusheng chuckled.

The strange elders can't put down the little baby, how cute they really are.

Just looking at the little soft flesh on his body, people can't help but want to take a bite.

cough, she bit it secretly, gently, she didn't dare to let grandma see it, but it was soft.

"The baby is asleep, don't keep touching him, you have to cry when you wake up." The old woman pulled her disgusting hand away and gave her a disgusted look.

"Alas, I've fallen out of favor, what should I do, little edamame, my aunt is so jealous of you." Liu Yusheng bared his teeth in a strange voice, and the family had to laugh.

"After this year, it is the wax moon. I hope the new year will be a good one. ”

The old man sighed, and the smile in Liu Yusheng's eyes faded without a trace.

After the wax moon is February, Feng Qingbai is going to Beicang.

At that time, will we be able to usher in a good situation?

Stay up late to catch up with the manuscript, it's half past five, goblins, I want to sleep, and when I wake up, I have to continue to sit in front of the computer to code words.

The children are on vacation, the students are on vacation, and the office workers are also on vacation in a few days, can I also take a holiday...... Crying chirp......

(End of chapter)