It was the same as what Mingda said that day, Ning Lian raised his eyebrows, which was quite magical.

The orchid took the three pulp and the dragon ointment wine into the house, and filled it with everyone. Ning Lian was accustomed to drinking dragon paste wine, picked up a lamp, and tasted it carefully.

Yushu had never drunk any of these wines, so she picked up a glass of Pilil casually. Prince Kunal likes Halil the most, and the clumsy man prefers Ummol, and the four of them have their own place, and the atmosphere is harmonious.

Yushu raised her eyes and saw a budding red plum in the celadon vase on the table, and wondered that there were still two or three months before the plum blossoms were in full bloom. Look at it carefully, it turned out to be a silk flower that can be messy, and at the moment, hehe Yile, pointed: "If you want to appreciate the plum to come to the Sanle wine shop, you must be right!" ”

Prince Kunal followed his finger and smiled knowingly.

Yushu's chin raised, pointed to the wall in front of her, and said, "Let's join in the fun and write a few strokes." Most of the poems inscribed on the wall use wild grass, walking grass, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and it is not easy to identify.

When Hu Ji heard this, she smiled and came to the study, studied ink with her hands, and smiled at Yushu: "Does Xiao Langjun want to compose poetry?" Why don't you just ask a couple of questions about the snow outside? ”

Snowing?

The first snow in Liangzhou City, I didn't expect it to be so early, a few steps in front of the window, open the window, bright snow flakes rolled in, making a subtle rustling sound.

It was almost dark, and the camel caravan passed in front of the window, and the melodious camel bells were accompanied by the fluttering of jade-like snowflakes, which was a little lonely. Yushu looked at the camel that was moving slowly at the head, and remembered Yu Shishi who was far away in Luming Mountain, and couldn't help but have hot eyes.

If Yushu moved her gaze a little further, she would see the pawnshop across the street under the rain eaves, shrunk her shoulders to no avail.

Master has a poor appetite these days, and to no avail, he wants to buy him a bowl of flat food concoctions. The monk relied on his fate, and he had no long things, so he went to the pawnshop to get his cotton robe and exchange it for some money.

Coming out, it's snowing.

Wuzhi's heart sank, and tomorrow may be even colder. As the caravan passed by, he stared blankly at the camels with thick manes and envy. With such a body of hair, the wind and snow will definitely not blow through. With a secret sigh, he put his hands in his sleeves and walked towards the flat food shop at the corner of the street in the heavy snow.

If Yushu's gaze moves up a few more points, she will see Tang Jun, who is dressed in a night robe and covered with black cloth, kneeling on one knee, opening his eyes and squinting, holding a bent bow in his hand, the string is like a full moon, aiming at the position of Yushu's heart, his fingertips are loosened, and the bowstring is buzzing and trembling back to its place. If you take the feather arrow, the consequences are unimaginable.

The corners of Tang Jun's lips curled, and he said to himself: "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll come back later to take your life. ”

Yushu was so engrossed that the door suddenly opened, Ciye couldn't care about the prince and the others present, and urged Yushu, "Xiao Langjun, the snow is wet and cold, don't catch the wind and cold, close the window quickly." Speaking kung fu, he came to the window to block Yushu behind him, looked out vigilantly, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he closed the window.

Tang Jun was startled by the sudden appearance of Ci Ye, his voice was not good, and he hurriedly leaned down. Fortunately, the snow on the roof was shallow, and it was dark, otherwise it would have been exposed.

When the opposite window was closed, Tang Jun breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, and performed light skills, with a few ups and downs, and the person was already three or four feet away. Tang Jun wanted to pause, enjoy the snow, distract himself, and slip under his feet......

The figure on the roof stood on tiptoe, and his hands seemed to paddle, and he struggled for a long time, and finally, with a bang, the tiles shattered, and then a low cry, "Ahh ”

Yushu understood Ciye's thoughts, returned to her seat, and smiled apologetically at Prince Kunal, "The heart of the servant is as fine as dust, so the rank is smiling." ”

Han Bing waved his hand, "Where, where." Little friends enjoy the snow scene, can there be a good sentence? ”

On the side, Hu Ji had already finished the ink, and offered a wolf hair with both hands, Yushu took it with a smile, got up and paced to the wall, and her mind was slightly settled. Orchid holding an inkstone

The platform, followed by Yushu, stood on the side.

Yushu dipped herself in ink, and wrote with a pen, "There is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity." The sunset poem is full of snow and snow, and the plum is very spring. [1] "The writing of the left hand is extremely slow and detailed, with a silkworm head swallowtail, and an iron painting with a silver hook.

After she finished writing, Han Bing praised, "What a good sentence!" "Look at it for a while, and praise it again," the word is good, like a shocking dragon [2], three points into the wood! ”

Ning Lian got up and left his seat, came to the front, traced in the air, and muttered, "Eh, this font looks a little familiar." It seems to have a bit of Zhao Jin's rhyme in it. I think so in my heart, but I don't say it.

When Prince Kunal was in Southern Qi, he lived in the northwest for a long time, and he was not very familiar with Zhao Jin, so he simply felt that Yushu's handwriting was beautiful, and when he heard Ning Lian say so, he asked: "Why is it familiar?" ”

Ning Lian smiled awkwardly, "Oh, no, no." Xiaoyou's words are good, and so are poems. responded to the snow scene, and also responded to the silk flowers and plums. ”

The conversation turned to Lamei, Han Bing stroked his palms and laughed, "When the plum blossoms, we can still get together to talk about Zen, it's really a beautiful thing." ”

Prince Kunal bowed his head, "Yes." ”

Yushu wrote a poem, and Han Bing took the wolf from Yushu's hand, "The silk flower and plum are really living up to the elegance of the little friend." "Let's just brush and draw a few proud snow and cold plums. Although it is only a few brushstrokes, it shows that the clumsy Weng painting skills are superb.

There is blankness, there is wind bones, and there is also a sense of meaning.

The plum blossoms of the clumsy man, coupled with Yushu's poems, immediately compared the other ink treasures on the wall.

Orchid Ji was also bright-eyed, knowing that these people must be ordinary people. When the clumsy man asked the nickname to go up, the orchid was even more excited, and she couldn't imagine that it was the famous clumsy man?!

The two of them wrote one painting after another, and they were out of the limelight. Prince Kunal is not good at calligraphy and painting, just look at the excitement. Ning Lian intends to compose poems, Zhuyu is in front, he must make a better one to compare Yushu.

However, with his friendship with Mingda, what's the point of comparing Yushu to it? Think about it or forget it.

The four of them returned to their seats and chatted while eating.

The stewed lamb here is cut into thin slices like rice paper, dipped in the sauce, and the fishy smell is too much gone, Yushu loves this taste very much, and she eats a lot of it unconsciously.

Wait until the end of the day, and then the fun will be gone.

Out of the door of the wine shop, the snow had stopped, and the eyes were covered in silver, and the eyes were white, which contrasted sharply with the dark night.

Yushu stepped on the snow with one foot, soft and cool.

Prince Kunal and Humble Weng were already drunk. The two were helped into the carriage by the servants and left first.

Ning Lian has an excellent amount of wine, and this dragon anointment wine is no different from drinking tea for him. Yushu rarely drinks alcohol, just two Vilile, and she is already dizzy and her eyelids are heavy. Thankfully, she remembered something more important.

Ci Ye had already held the steel knife wrapped in the brocade box in his arms, just waiting for Yushu's command.

Yushu covered her mouth, burped, and her black and yellow face was dyed red, if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't see it at night, her face would stop the child crying at night. When the smell of wine dissipated, Yushu took the brocade box from Ciye's hand and held it in front of Ning Lian's eyes, "A small gift, not a tribute, I hope the layman will accept it with a smile!" ”

Ning Lian's face sank, "What does this mean by Xiaoyou?" "With his relationship with Mingda, Yushu doesn't need to give gifts at all, isn't it obvious that he is outside!

Alas! Misunderstanding!

Yushu simply made her words clear, "This is a great grievance." He opened the box, revealing a flickering knife. Under the cover of snow, it emits a cold and cold light.

Ning Lian couldn't help but tremble in his heart, there seemed to be a hidden emotion in it, "A great grievance? Little friends and tell me carefully! ”

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