After a few months, Xiao Yin didn't expect that he would go around in a circle and return to Chang'an. Living in the small courtyard to the west of Fengyi Palace, compared to before in the Prince's Mansion, he is less and less comfortable. As my aunt went to the banquet to enjoy the garden, she would meet Liu Chen's biological mother Xu Shufei from time to time, and she was even more embarrassed when she thought of that pair of Kodama Ruyi.

Deng Yao is even more unsightly. After hearing that he had been awarded the title of Wuwei Zhonglang General, the emperor gave him a house outside Chunming Street. Deng Yao got this scenery, and naturally as soon as he entered Chang'an, he visited the old lord Liu Ke. Hearing the conversation between the two in the inner hall, the old friendship between the master and servant was quite touching. Since then, everyone in Chang'an City knows that General Deng, an upstart in Chang'an, is like a celebrity in the Prince's Mansion.

Xiao Yin felt that Deng Yao was thoughtful, and as for Liu Ke, he was a powerful master who couldn't see the bottom. What kind of public case is this good story of the harmony of master and servant outside, Xiao Yin didn't dare to think about it.

Chang'an has entered autumn, and it is cold for a day. A sycamore tree in the courtyard, after a few gusts of autumn wind, the leaves have begun to turn yellow, and in the autumn wind, there is a loud sound. On the stone table under the plane tree, there are all kinds of paper, pens and inkstones, and the scenery of the court is painted on the unfolded rice paper, and the inscription is just right, but it is clearly not finished.

A sycamore leaf fluttered down and landed on the place of the inscription, Xiao Yin thought it was interesting, so he stopped the pen and studied it carefully.

"Don't you think it's cold outside? It's a pen again, and you have to blow the wind. Cai Apple looked at it with a smile.

"You didn't see the sun so good today. Soon, the weather will be colder and colder, and if such a good sun is still hiding in the house and not cherishing it, then won't you regret it later? Xiao Yin replied with a smile.

"That's right, it's time to walk around outside!" A thin voice came from the courtyard gate.

A group of palace attendants surrounded two beautifully dressed women and stepped into the courtyard gate. The woman who was a little old at the head was Zhu Cui Luoqi, dressed noblely, but her eyebrows and posture were mediocre. It was the crown prince's biological mother, Concubine Li Xian. It was the slightly younger woman next to him who spoke, but Xiao Yin had never seen it before. I heard that Concubine Li Xian felt that her appearance was declining, and she deliberately promoted one of her intimate maidservants, and even achieved the status of a beauty, until later, she became more and more favored, but the two were able to be companions. The woman in front of her thought to be this Yang beauty.

Xiao Yin saluted because of his clothes, and ordered Apple Rongyue and others to arrange tea and fruits.

"Lord Qinghe doesn't have to be like this, this palace is also idle, come and have a look. It's a pity that the concubine is not happy and can't gossip. Concubine Li Xian helped Xiao Yin, then smiled, took Yang Meiren's hand, and sat at the stone table in the court.

"Yo! Lord Qinghe's painting is very tight! Yang Meiren glanced at the paintings on the table, and couldn't help but scream, "The concubine doesn't know much about these things, how can she look at it, the brushwork and meaning of this painting are somewhat similar to the handwriting of His Royal Highness the Prince?" ”

Yang Meiren's words seemed to be joking, but she glanced at Xiao Yin as if she had ulterior motives. Concubine Li Xian listened to what she said inappropriately, but she didn't react, just a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at Xiao Yin.

"The beauty is really joking, His Royal Highness the Prince's painting skills are superb, and his talent is unparalleled, which is comparable to my little feudal princess. However, when I borrowed it in the Prince's Mansion back then, I was indeed fortunate to receive a few points from His Royal Highness. Xiao Yin replied frankly and freely, but Yang Meiren was dumbfounded for a while.

A soft nail came over, Yang Meiren lost her arrogance, but Concubine Li Xian still only had a slight smile on her face. She stretched out her hand and picked up the sycamore leaf on the table, brought it to her eyes and looked at it carefully, her little finger with armor cocked, looking very careless. "Qilan is really a place with good wind and water, and everyone is born with extraordinary hearts. This is the case with the lord of Qinghe, and the same is true for Wang Shizi. I heard that the emperor also appreciated Wang Shizi's enthusiasm and entrusted him with an important task, and he will soon be reappointed as the Taishou of Huishuo. ”

Concubine Li Xian's words were unhurried and calm, but they could enter Xiao Yin's ears, but they were like thunder. My brother was reassigned back to Shuo? What's going on? Looking at Concubine Li Xian's determined look, the will was probably made. But back to the border, close to the Western Regions, Beijiao, the most cold and bitter cold place, ordinary Central Plains men will feel that the climate is unbearable, not to mention the elder brother who grew up in Qilan, where the water is soft and the wind is light?

Xiao Yin was stunned for a moment.

"Lord Qinghe Weng is probably also tired, and it is time for this palace to leave." Concubine Li Xian threw the sycamore leaf in her hand and stood up. Yang Meiren hurriedly stepped forward, holding Concubine Li Xian's hand, and suddenly felt a little proud between her eyebrows.

"Lord Weng!" Rongyue called several times, and Xiao Yin answered. After looking at it again, Cai Apple was already crying: "Master Weng, what should I do?" People say that Huishuo is the most bitter cold place, and now the weather is getting cold again, and the master is delicate and expensive, where can he stand that hardship? ”

Xiao Yin didn't answer, walked through the courtyard gate, and came to the main courtyard of Fengyi Palace. Outside Concubine Xiao's bedroom, two palace people on duty raised their hands to stop her.

"Lord Weng stays, Niangniang is sick today, and no one is missing."

"I have something very important, that is, my aunt is unwell, so I will report it to Ning Shang Palace." Xiao Yin did not give up. A palace man answered, and turned into the side corridor of the dormitory.

Xiao Yin was very unwilling, and waited for a long time, but there was still no movement. Doesn't my aunt know about my brother? Xiao Yin was puzzled, but besides his aunt, who else could he beg? Do you want to ask him?

Xiao Yin turned around slowly. After a delay for half a day, the sun was setting in the west, and it became more and more cool.

"Lord Weng slows down!" Ningshang Palace finally came out.

"Shang Gong, I have something very important to see my sister." Xiao Yin said urgently.

Ning Shanggong was unhurried, first smiled, and said: "Niangniang probably knows what the master Weng said, and ordered the slave to come and pass a word to the master." Wang Shizi's matter has become a foregone conclusion, and I hope that Lord Weng will not linger anymore. ”

Ning Shanggong's words undoubtedly ruined Xiao Yin's hope. She returned to the west courtyard step by step. Rong Yue was dotting the mess in the court, leaning against the pillars of the small flower corridor, and her two eyes were already red and swollen from crying, as if they were walnuts.

Xiao Yin didn't say anything, just went over and patted Cai Apple's hand, turned around and entered the house.

Rongyue followed in, waiting for the pen and ink. Xiao Yin took a piece of paper from the bookcase, groaned slightly, and began to write. After I finished writing, I rummaged through a nanmu box in the middle and looked for objects for a long time.

When he lived in Fengyi Palace, Ning Shang Palace had selected some old and reliable internal supervisors from his aunt's palace and came to the West Courtyard to serve Xiao Yin. Xiao Yin secretly thought about the shape of his weekdays, remembered the most calm and reliable one, called him in, and told him to go to the front hall when he dispersed tomorrow morning, how about going to the front hall official road, and be sure to entrust the things.

What Xiao Yin gave him was a letter with no words on his face. Holding it through the paper, there was an object, as if it were a token.