Master, why did you let her go? ”

Back at the residence, Lang Yue, who learned about it, asked puzzled.

There is a painting hanging in the middle of the hall, and the person on the painting is just the back, with fluttering clothes and fairy wind bones, which looks like Lu Dongbin at first, but it is not when you look closely, because the person is not wearing a Taoist robe.

A Qingdao man walked to the portrait, respectfully put on a stick of incense, bowed, and then turned around and looked at the apprentice in front of him with blazing eyes.

"Don't you want her to leave?"

An inexplicable look appeared in Lang Yue's eyes, he avoided the master's gaze, looked at the immortal on his face, and muttered, "Only when I see her, can I feel my existence." ”

As soon as the words fell, the dust of the Qingdao man fell on the top of his head, the dust was as light as a feather, but the place where it was swept down was like Mount Tai pressing the top, Lang Yue's legs were weak, and he knelt down involuntarily.

He was only ten years old, still about the same size as a girl of the same age, and even thinner, and when a Qingdao man looked at him condescendingly, he could only see the small bun on his head and his pale forehead.

In silence, a Qingdao man walked out.

I don't know when, the rain is floating outside the house, the rain is like a crisp, and the smoke willows are still there.

A Qingdao man walked alone in the rain, walked out of the house, and walked on the street of Xi'an City.

There were many people in the city who knew him, but not many people he knew.

A wide carriage slowed down beside him, and a young man's face poked out from behind the curtain: "Where is the gentleman, why don't you get in the car, I'll send you over." ”

The young man's voice is pleasant, like a jade encounter, and he forgets the vulgar when he listens to it.

A Qingdao Taoist clasped his fists and saluted: "The Taoist has seen the third son." ”

The carriage came to a slow stop, and the attendant came over and lifted the curtain, and asked a scavenger to get on the carriage.

Yiqingdao wanted to refuse, but when the curtain was raised, he had no choice but to thank him, raise his legs and get into the carriage.

Zhou Zheng was not the only one in the carriage, Xiao Ren was also there, the two sat on both sides of the tea table, and Xiao Ren's personal little chestnut was squatting under the head and peeling pears.

Seeing a Qingdao person, Xiao Ren bowed his head and saluted, a Qingdao person had long been accustomed to Xiao Ren's attitude towards him, and he was not annoyed, and sat down opposite the two.

The carriage had windows, inlaid with Western glass, and it was open, and the rain flew in diagonally from the outside, and it was very comfortable to fall on the face.

The carriage walked very slowly, the tea on the tea table did not move at all, and a Qingdao man looked at the street scene in the rain and fog through the open window, thinking that these two people had nothing serious to do, just came out to watch the rain.

There were still raindrops hanging on the hair of a Qingdao man, and in the half-light and half-dark carriage, the raindrops were particularly crystalline, like clear pearls.

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Did Mr. also come out to enjoy the rain?" ”

"No, the poor road just went out without an umbrella."

The little chestnut holds the peeled pear, which is cut into small pieces and served in a crystal plate with a toothpick stuck on it.

Zhou Zheng picked up a piece by himself, handed it to Xiao Ren and a Qingdao person, and said with a smile: "Come, this pear was brought by Xiao Qi, and we all have good mouths." ”

No wonder it was the little chestnut peeling the pear, it turned out to be brought by Xiao Ren. It's not the season for pears to ripen, but this pear is fresh and sweet, which is rare.

A Qingdao man praised: "Good pear, good pear." ”

Xiao Ren didn't speak, put a piece of pear in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and the atmosphere that had just been coaxed by Zhou Zheng suddenly became cold again.

A Qingdao man knew that Xiao Ren's eyes were higher than the top, and there were few people in the entire palace who he could look up to, except for the prince and Zhou Zheng, so he just didn't see it and turned a blind eye to Xiao Ren's cold face.

Zhou Zheng asked, "Where is Mr. going?" ”

A Qingdao man put down his toothpick and said, "Just walk around the street casually." ”

"Sir is really Yaxing, walking in the rain, elegant and tight." Zhou Zheng praised.

"Since it's just a casual walk, let's go somewhere with us." Xiao Ren on the side suddenly said, his voice was as cold as his.

Yiqing Daoist smiled slightly and said, "Then the poor Dao will disturb the two." ”

He didn't ask Xiao Ren and Zhou Zheng where they were going, but he already felt that today was by no means a chance encounter.

Xiao Ren and Zhou Zheng came for him.

Yiqingdao had just returned to Xi'an, and he hadn't had time to offend anyone, and he hadn't even met either Zhou Zheng and Xiao Ren since he came back.

He has been in the house for a few years, almost watching these two people grow up, to be honest, these two people are not the kind of children that parents in the world will like, and they have not done less to cause trouble since they were young, if it weren't for King Qin throwing them into the barracks every once in a while to polish them, I'm afraid they would have become famous in Xi'an City.

However, in the past two years, Zhou Zheng and Xiao Ren seem to have changed as people, one is frighteningly warm, and the other is frighteningly cold.

Of course, the people who were afraid did not include a Qingdao man, he had always been a cold bystander to these two people, and he had never been like other staff members, and he had never "corrected" the actions of these two people in front of King Qin.

He just looked at them silently, and these two people were not close to him, they never refuted his proposal in front of King Qin, but they did not agree either, he and them were like two parallel lines in King Qin's mansion, each unrelated.

So what do Xiao Ren and Zhou Zheng mean today?

Even if a Qingdao person has a furrow in his chest, he can't figure out what is going on.

This is Xiao Ren's carriage, the appearance of the carriage is simple and unpretentious, but the carriage is very comfortable, the tables and chairs are fixed in the carriage, the tea table is engraved with a chessboard, and the four corners are hung with filigree silver smoked balls.

The carriage passed through the streets, the scenery on the side of the road gradually blurred, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

The rain that drifted in from outside the window turned into raindrops, and the little chestnut came to close the window, and the water stains melted on the glass window, as if in the water curtain, and he couldn't see the outside scenery clearly, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

"Where are you going?" The Qingdao man finally couldn't take it anymore, and he estimated that the carriage was about to leave the city.

"Just take a walk, it's rare to get a good rain, the spring rain is as expensive as oil, and the farmers must be very happy." This time it was Xiao Ren who spoke.

Spring? Farmers?

A Qingdao person suspected that Xiao Ren didn't know the grains at all, not only did he not know it, but Zhou Zheng didn't know it either.

Isn't it weird that two sons and sons who don't know grains and grains still have to sigh for a spring rain?

"Poor Dao has just come back, and there are still some trivial things to do at home, so I can't accompany the two of you to enjoy the rain, so it's better to let Poor Dao come down in front." A Qingdao man said.

"Okay, little chestnut, let them stop the car." Xiao Ren said, it doesn't sound unpleasant, maybe he also thinks this old way is boring, and wants to get rid of it quickly.

A Qingdao man breathed a sigh of relief, now the King of Qin only has one son, Zhou Zheng, no matter whether he will have a son in the future, as long as he looks at the face of the first princess and the first son, the King of Qin will also leave everything to Zhou Zheng, and Xiao Ren was raised by the King of Qin, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the adopted son of the King of Qin, the King of Qin attaches great importance to his children, and the Qingdao people do not want to provoke these two children.