Hua Yan stood behind the three of them and never answered, only to see that Su Lao seemed to be looking at himself snickering, thinking that the old naughty boy had already seen through his true identity, so he deliberately didn't say it, and played dumb riddles.

"Miss Wanrou, it's getting late, I wonder if this king can have the honor to send the girl home?" Liu Che'er said softly.

Lin Yunrou bowed her head shyly and thanked her, "There is Lord Lao, and the little girl is not very grateful." ”

The painting couldn't help but secretly laugh, what a pair of talented women. Look at that Minglang again, but not as enthusiastic as last time, it stands to reason that they should all regard Lin Yunrou as their own that night, right? I didn't say a word to her today.

"Brother Lang, Brother Jia, I will leave here, and we will meet again in the future." Liu Che'er said goodbye, said goodbye to Minglang, and got into the carriage with Lin Yunrou.

"Forget the dust building is waiting for the prince at any time! The little one is sent to the prince! ”

Seeing King Yidu's carriage driving away, she straightened her waist at this time, and she didn't dare to slack off on the future emperor. Today's goal has been achieved, and if you want to find out, you must first approach them.

"You've dedicated your whole day, aren't you tired?" Minglang suddenly said a sentence coldly from behind.

"Uh...... Brother Lang, don't misunderstand the little brother, the little brother is such an enthusiastic person, hahaha......" Huayan learned the man's voice, roared and laughed.

Minglang shook the wine bag in his hand, "Is there still wine?" ”

"Yes, I have the wine of the Forgotten Dust Building."

"Pick up two pots and come with me."

Before Huayan could react, he saw Minglang walking forward without looking back. Hua Yan immediately ordered the little servant to bring two jugs of wine and bring them up, and hurriedly chased after him.

The night was dark, the lights were out and the houses were falling asleep, and the rain from the eaves was still dripping into the potholes. It took a day for a small drop of water to finally have its own territory, a large pool and a small pool, of different depths, but as everyone knows, such a prosperous era only exists in the gap before dawn.

Naturally, there is more than one stunning scene like Gangneung Taoyuan, and under the mastery of the Creator, any scenery can become a magnificent picture without any additional decoration, and there is one not far from the small stream outside the capital. There are surrounded by mountains on all sides, clouds and mist, green trees and strange stones, and there is a clear stream in the cracks of the mountain that trickles all the year round, which is really a good place for meditation and recuperation. The only one who can discern the benefits of this place is the one who lives alone in the meadows of the mountains.

"Brother Lang actually enjoys such a good place alone, and the paradise that Tao Yuanming said is not much different from this place. If I had known you earlier, I wouldn't have missed the beauty of this place for so long. "Hua Yan was lying on the floor in the grass hut, pillow on the wine jug, crossed Erlang's legs, dazed.

"Who is Tao Yuanming?"

"He? Belch...... You don't know ...... yet."

Xiao Minglang smiled lightly, opened the remaining pot of wine, took a sip, and handed the flask to Huayan. "If Brother Yingtai likes it, he can come often.

"Brother Lang, although this place is good, I still feel a little lonely when I live here all the year round." Huayan rubbed his eyes, yawned, and took the flask in Minglang's hand.

"I'm used to it, when I'm thirsty, I drink the spring water in front of the door, and when I'm hungry, I pick the fruit outside the window.

"What a mountain savage, life is really happy!"

"The only people who have come to this cottage are the prince, you and me."

Hua Yan snickered and teased: "Under the stars, Brother Lang invited me here late at night, does this finally recognize me as a confidant?" ”

Xiao Minglang smiled and said nothing, but the bright and deep eyes looking up at the starry sky were particularly conspicuous.

"It's just that you, a savage in the mountains, how can you get acquainted with the royal family and nobles, King Yidu?" Hua Yan sat up curiously and asked.

"Originally, I didn't live in Kyoto, I was playmates with him as children, he lived on the street, and I lived at the back of the street."

"It turned out to be a small ......," Hua Yan muttered to himself.

Huayan lay down again, looking at the cottage with big eyes open. The bottles and jars scattered at the door are piled up, probably the same height as the door. Except for the kettle on the small stove, not even the pots and chopsticks were seen, and only the two small bowls of wine on the small wine table remained. There are no furnishings in the house, except for two bamboo shelves stacked with books and pen and paper scattered on the ground. The so-called bed is just a straw mat placed on the ground.

When Hua Yan finally saw the straw mat with a hole in the corner, he finally couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh. I understand that you are a person who does not understand the world, lives alone in the world, and does not pay attention to details, but I didn't expect to be so bold.

"Why is Brother Yingtai snickering?" Xiao Minglang looked back and asked with a smile.

When Hua Yan heard this, he said dissatisfiedly: "In Brother Lang's heart, will the little brother always be the image of a villain?" I'm not snickering, I'm laughing openly. Hahaha......"

"Hahaha...... If the small humble room can make the Yingtai brothers happy, it is also worth this cottage. ”

Huayan was afraid that Xiao Minglang would misunderstand, so he quickly got up from the straw mat and explained: "No, no, Brother Lang, you misunderstood the little brother." The mountain is not high, there are immortals, the water is not deep, and there are dragons. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. Nanyang Zhuge Lu, Xishu Ziyun Pavilion, what is ugly? The younger brother is a good cultivator of Brother Zanlang, so he can understand the way of this. ”

When Xiao Minglang heard this, he stared at Huayan in surprise for a long time without making a sound, and suddenly clenched his fists again, changing his casual and lazy normal, and said to Huayan with a solemn expression: "I really didn't see the wrong person, and the one who can say this opinion must not be a mortal." ”

Seeing Xiao Minglang staring at him tightly, he felt the drunkenness on his head, and his cheeks began to heat slightly, and he couldn't help but be glad that this faint candle flame was not easy for people to notice. She scratched her head embarrassedly, "Hehehe...... Brother Lang is too humble, it is an honor for the younger brother to meet Brother Lang......"

Minglang stared into the distance and sighed slightly, "It is the reputation of the Yingtai brothers, how can this house be compared with Nanyang Zhuge Lu and Xishu Ziyun Pavilion." I have no outstanding virtue, and I have no achievements in the country. And what can I do with fame? The only thing that worries me is that I can't do good for the people. ”

Hua Yan didn't know how to answer, but she finally understood why Xiao Minglang, who was still young, had such a pair of deep and deep eyes, and under those bright windows, there was a heart that was selfless and worried about the people, waiting for the opportunity. He is lazy on weekdays, and his indifferent appearance is disguised, but in fact, his heart is as hot as the heart of anyone who worries about the country and the people. In this way, the dragon actually lives in this broken grass house, but I am afraid that it is hidden in the depths, not the real body.

Seeing that Xiao Minglang was very sad, in order to break this solemn atmosphere, he teased, "Don't patronize yourself to live comfortably here, if you don't improve a little, how can you please your daughter-in-law in the future." ”

Although it was a light-hearted joke, there was no relaxation on Minglang's face, but he became more silent.

Seeing that Minglang was silent, he said tentatively: "Isn't it that Brother Lang already has a favorite girl?" If not, don't worry, the girl in my forgotten dust building is not much worse than those famous ladies, I can be a matchmaker with you. ”

I saw that Minglang revealed his trademark mouth with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Brother Yingtai's wine is really good wine, which can not only give birth to dreams, but also pour out sorrows." ”

Hua Yan remembered Minglang's state before and after the Forgotten Dust Building today, and suddenly thought of something. "Brother Lang is sorrowful?"

Minglang's expression was gloomy, and he was silent, only put down the wine jug, paced to the door, took out a sheng flute from his arms, and blew it in the moonlight.

Since Huayan came to this time and space, he has never heard such moving music, and the graceful and ethereal rhythm bypasses the layers of mountains and reverberates in the ears, and he has been intoxicated by it just by listening to the beginning.

After a song, I saw Minglang throw the sheng flute on the grass mat, picked up a branch from the ground, and danced the sword with the strength of the wine. The action is dashing, and the footwork is steady and free.

Painting Yan sat in front of the door, pouring himself a drink, beside the deep mountains and green waters, under the shining stars, there was a young man in Tsing Yi drinking and dancing with a fairy cloud, what a graceful demeanor, this scene had already been quietly planted in her heart. It's just that no one knows the loneliness in the eyes of the painter at this time.

"Who is he worried about?"

The morning sun is shining, and the birds in the trees have been chattering since the early morning, as if there is a happy event to report.

Sure enough, the painting house welcomed the first guests who moved to the capital today.

As soon as breakfast was over, the painting Xia Shan heard that the little maid was coming to report that the king of Yidu was driving the mansion, so he hurriedly tidied up his face, and without taking care of changing clothes, he led Mrs. Hua, her eldest daughter and a group of people in the front hall to kneel down to greet her.

"The lower official is late to take over, please forgive the prince."

"This king deliberately didn't tell you, just I don't want you to be too nervous, so as not to spend energy to arrange something, and now your energy is focused on saving disasters and saving people, this king doesn't want you to be too tired, get up quickly."

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

Liu Che'er lifted up the painting Xia Shan who knelt on the ground, and saw that he was a dignified Kyoto guard, dressed in a gray cloth shirt with two sleeves and a breeze, and a pair of old cloth shoes on the soles of his feet, with a kind and loyal face, just like ordinary people, no wonder he was liked by the people. However, he is just over half a hundred, but his temples are already gray. The deep imprint carved between the eyebrows is only afraid that it is the result of day and night. Although he has been an official in the same dynasty for more than a year, he often goes out on patrol because of his paintings, and it is not until now that he has seen it for the first time, but the impression on Liu Cheer is very deep.

"In the early years, this king listened to the people's music and paintings, was too upright, selfless, self-denying, and was a rare good official with the people in mind. To this day, the king has been able to see with his own eyes the achievements of the painting Taishou, which makes the king sincerely admire. ”

Painting Xia Shan leaned over and replied: "The prince praises highly, the lower officials dare not be ashamed, and it is the duty of the lower officials to save the people from fire and water." ”

"The emperor knows that the disaster relief matter is at a critical moment, and he also knows that the painting is too hard to work day and night, and he will give the royal wine to cheer for the painting, and on the day of the success, there will be a heavy reward." Liu Che'er ordered the messenger to send the imperial wine respectfully, and continued: "The painting Taishou does not have to be extravagant because of the arrival of our waiting, just tell the disaster ahead. ”

Painting Xia Shan respectfully took the imperial wine, and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you to the emperor for the imperial wine." Yes, I also asked the prince to go to the hall to discuss with the elders. ”