The weather is very good for several days, and the golden light is sprinkled in the morning, and the smoke is lazy, but the finches under the eaves are very lively, chirping non-stop.

On the desk, the paper is spread out, and the pen and ink are also prepared. Trapped in Luoyang City for some time, Xiao Yin thought that he should always write a letter home, whether it was Aunt Chang'an or Qi Lan, if he could watch someone go out, it was always good to bring a letter to report safety.

But when I lifted the pen and dipped it in ink, I hesitated again in front of the white paper, and I didn't know where to start for a while. As soon as he was angry, he threw the pen away, and the ink splashed, staining a small stack of peach-colored Xue Tao's notes placed next to him, and the black soup instantly leaked.

Embarrassed, Xiao Yin simply threw away his hand and walked outside.

"Huh? Where did these two jars of wine come from? "On the pear wood table outside, there are two small red clay jars with square red paper pasted on them. As soon as the lid of the altar was removed, the aroma of the wine was lush, and it went straight to the nose and heart.

Cai Ping went to the small kitchen of the barracks to get breakfast as usual, and was walking under the porch, listening to Xiao Yin's question, he came in with a food box, and said with a smile: "It was sent by the old servant of Su Gongzi that day." As he spoke, he opened the food box, "It's okay, it's still hot." Or I went to make it early in the morning, bamboo shoots and tofu, and small locust flower balls. ”

"You, it's always like this," Xiao Yin smiled and clicked on the apple, his face was disgusted, "Although the situation has eased up a bit, in the end, the Beidi soldiers outside the city have not been withdrawn, and the city is also ruined, where can we be so picky?" ”

Cai Ping shrugged, secretly stuck out his tongue and made a grimace, picked up the small porcelain bowl on the table, poured wine, and said with a smile: "I understand what Lord Weng said." It's just that this morning, the old servant said that although this wine is not as good as the Sangluo wine in Luoyang Drunken Immortal Residence that day, it is also good, and I think that such a good wine must have such a delicate side dish to be worthy of it. ”

Xiao Yin raised the chopstick, sandwiched a small piece of bamboo shoot tip, and before he could put it in his mouth, he heard Cai Ping say: "This Su Gongzi can't be thinking about Weng, right?" Everything is so attentive. Xiao Yin's hand was loose for a while, and the tip of the bamboo shoot fell on the small plate.

"You little girl, it's getting more and more difficult to speak."

Cai Ping muttered: "Why am I thinking blindly, you see that this Su Gongzi's diligence is dedicated to this." ”

"What's so strange about that. This person can be regarded as talented and strategic, but it is a pity that he came from a humble background. I have ambitions and want to achieve something, so I naturally want to try my best to take any shortcut to the south. It's a pity ......" Xiao Yin held the wine in one hand.

"That's the case, so what's the pity?"

It's a pity that he thinks highly of me. Xiao Yin thought secretly, but didn't answer, just smiled. The small spoon scooped up a locust flower ball and put it in his mouth, and praised it as "delicious".

After being full of wine and food, Xiao Yin was about to walk around under the porch, and saw a piece of paper pressed under the clay pot planted with green bamboo in front of the door, which looked like a calligraphy for a new exhibition. "What is this?" Xiao Yin squatted down, but couldn't find it.

Cai Apple listened to the movement and came over: "It's strange, I just brought the food box here, and it doesn't seem to be there yet." I asked the two servants of the Huan family guarding the entrance of the courtyard again, but they all said that they hadn't seen anyone coming.

Xiao Yin summoned a servant over and removed the clay pot. It is a leaf engraving printed paper, with two lines of words on it, the penmanship is round and comfortable, and the structure is dignified and stretched:

Distinguished guests should think of mulberry brewing, so people look east to the sun and west.

It seems like a poem, but it seems to have a different meaning. Xiao Yin frowned, silently recited it twice in his heart, and then opened his brows and smiled: "Yes, this is not bad." ”

As soon as the time arrived, Cai Ping came in from the outside room with a smile, and said happily: "It's so good today, the old supervisor said to let the kitchen bring the food, but I don't have to pick it up in person." As she spoke, she saw Xiao Yin sitting in front of the dressing table, wearing the clothes she was wearing to go out, and she was facing the mirror and preparing to tie her hair into a bunch, she looked back at Cai Apple and said with a smile: "You came just in time, help me comb my hair." ”

"Is this going?" Cai Ping looked puzzled.

"Ah," Xiao Yin pouted at the paper on the table, "People's invitations have been sent, I can't live up to them, right?" ”

Cai Apple became more and more confused: "Invitation? The slave listens to the master of Weng, isn't it just a crooked poem? ”

"The person who wrote is trying to say, you probably remember Sang Luozhu, my old acquaintance will be in the drunken immortal residence in the west of the city at sunset, looking forward to it." Xiao Yin explained.

"That's what it means," Cai Ping said while combing Xiao Yin's hair, "But Lord Weng, Gongzi Huan said that since Hu Lukua went south, there has been no peace in the city, and there are always conflicts between the Di and Zhou people, so it is better for Lord Weng not to leave the camp." ”

"The west of the city is not a place where the Di people gather, it will be fine," Xiao Yin comforted Cai Ping, "Besides, I also went to the watchtower in the west of the city that day, although that area is a little depressed now, but it will be fine." ”

……

The dazzling array of West Street is gone, and most of the doors along the road are closed, so quiet that only the faint sound of the evening breeze can be heard. Although he boasted in front of Cai Apple, West Street was too depressed, and Xiao Yin was also nervous, and his steps became faster and faster.

"Boom-"

There was an inexplicable sound, and in a trance, it seemed that someone was following him, Xiao Yin hurriedly turned around, and saw that there seemed to be a figure flashing around the corner, and then looked at it, but it seemed that there was nothing. Xiao Yin remembered that when he first arrived at the Chang'an Prince's Mansion, there always seemed to be such a black shadow following him, but in a blink of an eye, he disappeared in a flash. But when you think about it, it doesn't make sense. She didn't believe in any ghosts and gods, but she couldn't help but hurry.

The pace was fast, and after a while, I arrived at the small building with wide eaves facing the street. The plaque is still the same, and the flag on the wooden brace is still hanging, but it seems to be stained with dust, even if the wind blows, it is also turned without any spirit.

Xiao Yin stepped forward and pushed open the hidden carved wooden door, which was a little dim and gloomy. The long wooden stools were turned over and stacked on the table of Huanghuali. Xiao Yin stretched out his hand to wipe it, and a layer of dust had accumulated on the table. Xiao Yin felt a little strange in his heart, could it be that no one had been here in this Drunken Immortal Residence for some days? But it was only this month that Hulukua went south.

Suddenly, there was a "clang".

Xiao Yin was shocked, turned around, and quickly returned to his usual appearance. However, the wine rack was in disrepair, and a wine jar on the high side broke the wooden grating and fell. The pottery shards shattered to the ground, but the smell of wine spread throughout the lobby, overshadowing the initial smell of dust.

"I didn't guess wrong, Lord Qinghe Weng is not only talented, but also brave." A plump woman in a soap veil hat spun out from behind the grille.

"I don't have any talent, but my memory and eyes are not bad, you praise it falsely," Xiao Yin looked at the woman hiding behind the light veil and smiled lightly, "I haven't seen you for two years, Miss Mu is all right?" ”

When the woman under the hat heard this, she smiled sharply and took off the hat. I saw that she had a beautiful appearance, between her eyebrows, eyes and lips, she was full of charm.

It is Mu Niang of Luoyang Drunken Immortal Residence.