When Xiahou Ming went to see Wei Shaoguang, he could clearly feel the change in his master.

How to put it, it's no longer so depressing, and it's a little more colorful.

I don't know exactly what happened, but it's all good.

"Childe." He stood in front of the desk, stood in the light and turned to look at Xia Houming, with a smile on his face, "Can you rest?" ”

"It's not a tiring thing, and my subordinates don't need to rest much."

"Oh, too."

Wei Shaoguang smiled, walked back to the desk, reached out and pulled out a drawing, and handed it to Xia Houming, "The places above, you go through them one by one in the next few days, pretend to be buying, and inquire about all the news inside and report back to me - ah, by the way, just look at the things on the surface, don't speculate, don't move, just look at the more and ask more, don't startle the snake!" Do you understand? ”

Xiahou Ming took the drawing and looked down, pursed his lips and grinned a shallow smile, "The subordinates understand, I promise to complete the task!" ”

"Hahaha! You go out, oh, better change your clothes. ”

Shaoguang was amused by Xia Houming, na, her laughter was a little strange.

Xiahou Ming said "yes", turned around and left the small building.

Wei Shaoguang sat down and picked up a book, muttering: The time to test his acting skills has come.

Both of them went out to perform the task, Wei Shaoguang sat in the study for the time being, and munched on the boring imperial examination books, facing one book after another, Rao is books that she had studied for two lifetimes also felt that she couldn't resist, and she was going to be bald.

Suddenly, there was a sound of birds flapping their wings, accompanied by the sound of "cooing", shaking my heart and jumping.

Did you reply so quickly? It's not scientific.

She looked over the windowsill.

It is a snow-white pigeon.

"Snow?" Wei Shaoguang was slightly surprised, stood up and walked over, "No, what does Lotus Mirror mean?" ”

took off the letter tied to Xuexue's legs, and when I opened it, I saw a line of small characters, which was written very neatly: The end of the Beidou, the heart is clear. The son doesn't say anything, and I don't miss the old things.

You bald ass!

Shake the light and clench the note, rub it, rub it, and throw it away.

The snow on the windowsill didn't know the recipient's anger, and was still blinking her watery eyes at the shaking light as if she were cute, her mouth was "cooing", and her paws were jumping back and forth dexterously.

Shaoguang glanced at Snow, sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed Snow's head, and took out a handful of herbs to feed Snow.

She walked back and took out a note, picked up a pen and wrote: Kindness is only on the eyebrows and not in the heart, and shame is only for the Buddha and not for mortals. Only now a little black heart is at the tip of your heart.

After writing it, it was rolled up, tied to Snow's legs, shook and touched Snow's little head, and said in pieces, "Don't read the old things!" Li Xuan and you are so bad! ”

She didn't know who to go out of this evil breath, watching the snow cross a beautiful arc without knowing the pain of the world, shaking the light and holding on to the windowsill, and gathering up angrily, waiting until the Li family was dealt with, and then they would find the field together.

Lotus Mirror! You wicked monk, wait for me!

Shake the light and turn back to continue stumbling with the book.

Under the same sky, the snow flew lightly into the second floor of an attic, and landed on a futon, next to the sandalwood curling, bright yellow prayer flags like a veil, fluttering on both sides of the Buddhist shrine, sitting on the futon and meditating with his eyes closed is the youngest monk on this land - lotus mirror.

He slowly turned a string of agarwood beads in his hand, each of the black beads was engraved with words, it was a heart sutra, this sutra was taught to him by the master of nothingness, that is, the master of the lotus mirror, he engraved it on the beads very cherishedly, meditating every day, always remembering.

It's a good look, humble and studious.

It's a pity that in Wei Shaoguang's eyes, he is a very hateful and bad monk, a vicious monk who is related to her.

Snowy stretched her wings on the futon on one side, because she had just eaten herbs, it was very satisfied, and it didn't care about the letter tied to her legs, quietly looking at the lotus mirror with her eyes closed, and she squatted quietly on the futon, closed her eyes, and learned from her master to enter a state of meditation.

After reciting a Heart Sutra, Lotus Mirror finally opened his eyes, and he performed a very pious Buddha ritual on the Buddha shrine, and with the string of Buddha beads hanging on his left hand, he reached out and took down the creed brought back by the snow.

After reading it, Lianjing's perennially indifferent face showed a hint of melting, smiled lightly and lightly, and quickly returned to a constant silence.

The eyes contain spring and Jingming, slender and slender fingers pinching a small note, the handwriting on it is a little sloppy, but it is very distinctive, the beginning of a painting is regular, the end is free and easy, the words are like their people, and the words are like meeting.

As for what is written, it is quite commonplace.

The two of them have been maintaining this kind of correspondence since they were young, in other words, he was not like this before, and the spicy words were forced out by Wei Shaoguang, and now that his poisonous tongue ability has increased, is this Wei Shaoguang angry?

Lianjing flattened the note, got up under the bed and felt out a box and opened it, many large and small notes were exposed to the air, Lianjing casually threw the note in his hand into it, closed the lid and put the box back.

Lianjing is such a cold-hearted and cold-hearted person, taking a lonely path of asceticism, and being able to meet such a lively thinking person is just like ice meeting the sun, brilliant and full.

They are all children born in the unfortunate chaos, and there are bonds in the bloodline, and they take the initiative to deepen it, I am afraid that it will be a catastrophe.

The lotus mirror walked back to the Buddha shrine and knelt on the futon, the transparent corners of the clothes were spread at the feet, with criss-crossing white lines on it, and the warp and weft were distinct.

Bowing his head and chanting, his life was as monotonous and quiet as ever.

Farther away, a beautiful bird flew over the white clouds, over the mountains and rivers, and approached the bustling capital.

Shengjing is located in the north of Qi country, backed by Yanshan, facing the Mojiang River, is the richest place in the whole country, here gathered people from the south and the north of the sea, the south and the north are mixed together, walking on the street is a dizzying wonder, the items bought are strange, the people who go are also strange, only the first time to come people are dazzled.

In the word of mouth of many ordinary people, there is a street is very famous, some people say that it is a gentle township, rich township, some people say that it is a place of all evil, vulgar, in the mouth of different people it has thousands of different looks, no matter how it is spread outside, can not stop the world's people yearning and curiosity about it.

Because this was the palace of the eighteen princes of the previous dynasty, after hundreds of years, there are no princes and nobles here, leaving only a resounding name: Eighteen Hutong.

People who walk into this street for the first time will be dazzled by the red lanterns that fill the street, the ancient gray brick walls are decorated with blooming begonia flowers, pomegranate flowers, peony flowers, and peonies, and the fiery red lanterns hanging in front of the doors instantly attract people's attention.

The fragrance of fat powder seems to melt in the air, sweet and greasy, and various colored veils flutter out of the open window, evoking a story of wind and snow.

This is the famous Eighteen Hutongs.