Mingshu hadn't seen Gu Mingchu for a long time, but she knew that she was busy learning embroidery and feeding in the palm of her hand all day long.

Mingshu didn't care much about others, and when she heard that Gu Mingchu invited her, she only nodded lightly. He gave the box in his hand to Hongli and said, "Send it to Baozhang Temple, and say that it will be given to Gu Langjun in the guest temple." ”

Red Tateshi nodded earnestly and complied.

……

The weather is getting colder and colder, but the maple forest behind Baozhang Temple is becoming more and more red, dyed with thin frost, red and white and long like the sea.

He sat in his hut and wrote, and the maple tree above his head occasionally dropped its leaves and sprinkled them on the hem of his clothes.

The little novice held the carved box, and the clogs stepped on a fallen leaf. Walked outside the door and knocked on the door: "Gu Langjun, a gift from Wulangjun of Pingxi Houfu to you." ”

Gu Huali put down his pen, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his peaceful face.

He opened the door and took the box, thanked him again, and then opened it...... I saw a fine ink ingot inside.

Gu Huali stood under the scorching maple tree and couldn't help but soften his eyebrows. There is always someone in the family who is thinking about him.

It's as if he was groping his way forward in the dark, but he knew that there was always a lamp and a washer left for him behind him.

Even if that person is just his weak sister, innocent and cowardly. But as for him, the girl was bright and intelligent, so good that he wanted to do everything this brother had, and spoil her and protect her for the rest of her life.

The little guy fell out of the kitchen with black smoke billowing out, and said resignedly: "Lang Jun...... The last handful of rice, just burnt ......"

Gu Huali looked at the kitchen, pressed his eyebrows with a headache, and then said, "Let's go, follow me to pick a few handfuls of weeds to make soup." ”

The little guy Ah Qiao has followed Gu Huali for many years, and before he was twelve years old, he was also followed by Ah Qiao when he was locked up in an abandoned courtyard, and Ah Qiao was not too respectful.

As soon as he came out, he saw the box in Gu Huali's hand, and at this time, he stretched out his head and looked, and a pair of big eyes turned around.

"Lang Jun, this ink looks very valuable, and if you sell it, it just solves the urgent need!"

In the past few days, he has been drinking rice porridge mixed with wild vegetables, and Aqiao feels that he is about to fade out of his mouth.

He doesn't know the goods, but the carving on this ink is intricate and exquisite, and the gold paint is depicted, no matter how you look at it, it is not a loose goods, it must be very valuable.

Gu Huali lowered his eyes and closed the box, his expression was as cold as ever, and he said, "Put it away." After a pause, "It will be fine in a few days." ”

Ah Qiao was a little unconvinced, but he didn't say it in the end, so he only took Gu Huali's box, held it in and accepted it.

Lunch was really a bowl of gray and green wild vegetable soup that was difficult to see, and Aqiao ate the noodles with vegetables, but the person opposite couldn't see the slightest clue, and put the chopsticks after the meal.

Flicked his sleeves and explained: "I'll go out for a trip, maybe I won't come back tonight." ”

Ah Qiao didn't have time to put the bowl, and saw that his Langjun was gone...... Although he has to get used to it, and he is also very good at finding his own Langjun.

It wasn't until he entered the deep forest that Gu Huali whistled and a red horse galloped out of the forest and stopped beside him tamely.

Gu Huali turned over and got on the horse, took out the hat from the side of the saddle and buckled it, and then grabbed the horse's belly and ran straight out.

The setting sun dimmed in the blood-red maple forest, and finally disappeared as darkness, and a round of ice moon rose in the nine heavens, and the light sprinkled on the empty official road.

Gradually, the horse's hooves passed through Chang'an Road like a glimpse.

It wasn't until he was under the highest Fan Tower in Kyoto that Gu Huali suddenly reined in his horse and turned over and dismounted neatly.