The wind howls and the snow drifts, the bleak cold wind pours into the door of the house, and a six-open majestic vermilion lacquer high door squeaks, and the side door is wide open.

There was a clattering sound, and the girl wrapped in a thick jacket of Luo silk mink bent her eyebrows and eyes, and ran down the snow-covered stone steps with a smoke, but she was unstable, exclaimed, and was about to fall.

There was a whistling sound in the air, and I saw that the handsome figure on the street suddenly jumped high, stepped lightly on the saddle, and after a few volleys, he landed on the side of the figure of this steep spring and winter finches.

He grabbed his waist and stepped into his arms, stepped on the steps, swept backwards towards the bottom of the steps, and after spinning and dancing, he landed steadily.

The woman in her arms looked shy, buried in her chest, and her cheeks were hot like pink peaches, which made people can't help but take a bite.

Its eyebrows are like the moon and Jiao'e, like a tight flower bone gently blooming, making people subconsciously flutter in their hearts, after the bright and clear huge eyes blinked, the apricot eyes were slightly raised, and they met a pair of bright eyes.

His eyebrows are sparse, his face is handsome, and his eyes are shining in the eyes of the deep and bright stars, as if there is an infinite starry sky exuding dazzling brilliance, which makes people can't help but indulge in it and can't extricate themselves for a long time.

Danfeng's eyes are full of smiles, making the girl's heart sprout, green and astringent, under the tip of Yingyi's nose, slightly thin lips are pursed, and the corners of the mouth are upturned, which seems to be able to hook up a bay of lake water and irrigate the heart of the first reclamation.

Most of the wealthy lords of the world, the rules are becoming more and more numerous, especially the girls who have never been out of the cabinet rarely show their heads outside, and there are only a handful of contacts with men, not to mention being hugged by the waist and close to the chest, which will undoubtedly be regarded as a frivolous move, and for the daughter's family, it will be criticized for gossip and criticism; Focus on ruining people's reputation, looking for death and life.

What's more, under this public, it will undoubtedly make this girl's reputation greatly damaged, but the people at the gate of the mansion and the girl herself never seemed to have such an idea, but they were relieved, spoiled and helpless.

"Xiao Wan'er, you have to be careful."

A faint voice sounded, and the corners of the handsome young man's mouth hooked.

The person who came was naturally Xiahou Chun, he lowered his head and looked, tsk, Xiaohe only showed sharp corners, there was no dragonfly standing on his head, the neckline was like a creamy snow skin white and red, and there was fragrant sweat coming out after a little tossing, and the virgin fragrance was soaked into the tip of his nose, which made his lower abdomen slightly hot.

"Ahem, ahem."

The sound of heavy coughing sounded, and the young girl's green pink cheeks in her arms became hotter and hotter, a little embarrassed, her chin was raised high, and she snorted arrogantly: "Hmph, who wants you to care." ”

After throwing down this sentence, he broke free from Xiahou Chun's embrace, ran back quickly, hid behind the sixty-year-old man at the door of the mansion, half-covered and half-hidden, and secretly looked at the white-robed young man under the steps.

The young man stood with a smile, and he didn't care, looking up at this low-key and introverted Hedong Road 'Qinggui Gate Valve'.

As one of the three major clans in Hedong Province, the Song family was originally a descendant of the royal family in the past, inheriting the bloodline of the King of Jinyang of the Song State who was defeated by the former Yan.

After the precipitation of the Qianyan and Dajing dynasties, this descendant of the Song family finally ranked one of the nine major families again, becoming one of the few Qingliu families in the Great Jing Kingdom, and has always been respected by Taizong and Emperor Jing.

And Xiahou Chun's Song Yanqing and Song Zhao's father and son who were killed in Qinzhou are the Song branch, but although the two branches belong to the same lineage, their blood relationship is weak, and they have long been out of contact, so they are not a family.

The cool and cold wind blows on the face, blowing away the initial restlessness, Xiahou Chun raised his eyes slightly, only to see the word "Song Mansion" hanging on the door of the house, and the vermilion seal word "Ascension Dynasty Junyi" given by Emperor Taizong in the lower left corner is engraved on the Huanghuali wood plaque, the years turn, endure, highlighting the lofty status of the owner of the mansion.

Throughout the 100 years of Dongjing, the people who can get the reputation of Taizong's 'Junyi' can be called rare, no more than five fingers, and the existence of Banjiazi who settled in the ancestral land of the Xiahou clan is only Taizong and Emperor Jing, the elders of the two dynasties - Song Xi.

Song Xi, a native of Yongcheng, Hedong Province, was a scholar in the second year of Qingyuan, and was first awarded the Zhishi Museum, and then passed the palace test, and after the Taizong policy asked, he was favored and awarded the Hongwen Museum to edit and repair, and he was six products.

Later, the three positions of the official Hanlin Academy, the compilation of the Hongwen Museum History Museum of Menxia Province, and the general affairs of Zhongshu Province were transferred, and then moved to Wenyuange University Scholar, and the official rank was five grades.

Later, he received the edict of Taizong, and Sima Zhi, the secretary of the province at the time, and Wu Xiangying, the regular attendant of Jixian Academy, assisted Fu Yiyang, the great master of the Qilin Pavilion, and presided over the joint revision of the "History of Yan", which was completed after more than ten years.

Shucheng is already the Jing Emperor Dynasty, with merit into the Ministry of Rites Lang, the title of the Ministry of Inspection, the head of the Hanlin Academy, and then the book begging bones, Zhishi at home, with a smile on the grandson.

A proper veteran and important minister of Dongjing.

After his mind was settled, Xiahou Chun patted the wind and snow, and after a little tidying up his clothes, he lifted his robe and went up the stairs, and under the kind gaze of the old man, he bowed respectfully: "The younger Xiahou Chun has seen Song Shangshu, and his father ordered the boy to greet Shangshu." ”

This old man who was over the age of sixteen had a thin face, gray and white, and was supported by his granddaughter's hands, nodded at Xiahou Chun with a smile: "I especially remember that on the day when the book was completed, when Your Majesty had a banquet for the ministers outside the Wenyuan Pavilion, he saw the prince in a blink of an eye, and more than ten years have passed." ”

Xiahou Chun grinned, "The kid is very lucky, and I also remember that when Lao Shangshu brought a scroll to invite merit and asked his father for a reward, it can be said that it was unparalleled for a while, and your heroism and arrogance even suppressed the old prime minister Qin Lao." ”

When the old man heard this, a smile immediately appeared on his face, his trembling old and weak body suddenly straightened a little, his voice was a little high-pitched, his eyebrows were raised, and he laughed heartily and said:

"Hahahaha, that's not, and the surname Qin is full of arrogance, and afterwards he was 'sick' for three days, and His Majesty had to stay in the Qin Mansion to visit him in person, so he reluctantly went to the court."

Xiahou Chun smiled and said, "You are also the only existence after the old prime minister took charge of the center, and he was the only one who broke his scenery." ”

The old man immediately burst into laughter, and the laughter spread all over the streets and alleys, attracting many people to look sideways.

Behind him, Murong Yan and the others were a little curious, how virtuous and respected this veteran minister was, so that Xiahou Chun was so sincere, you must know that along the way, even Song Jing, the assassin of Naqinzhou, Qin Rui, the governor of the Zhaoyi Army, and Fang Chu of the Eastern Capital, just let Xiahou Chun hold his fists.

After the old man looked Xiahou Chun up and down, he smiled and said, "It's much stronger than when I was a child." ”

Xiahou Chun smiled and complimented, "Lao Shangshu is in good spirits, and his demeanor has not diminished back then." ”

Just kidding, the relationship has also become a little closer, and Song Yi also laughed and scolded, "Don't come to these rhetoric, the old man still knows that little bit of fancy, don't eat this." ”

Although he said so, the relief in his eyes was not disguised, as the so-called prodigal son turned back and did not change the money, not to mention the change of evil and righteousness, at the beginning of the year, it was rumored that the prince Xiahou Chun conspired against him, and was given death by Xiao Guifei, and then he was resurrected strangely, but he was once again beaten into the demon prison by Emperor Jing, and a series of frightened changes of the rabbit ups and downs were ups and downs, and others were dazzled and at a loss.

Especially when Emperor Jing went out and Concubine Xiao was in the court, those wall-riding factions and opportunistic people all gathered their hands and feet, and did not dare to lend a helping hand to Xiahou Chun, the prince of the East Palace.

The bloody history has taught them many painful lessons, when they can't see the situation clearly, they should be impartial and wait for the changes to change the way is the right way, otherwise one wrong step will wipe out the clan.

And it is precisely because there are not a few people who hold this concept that since Xiahou Chun went north from Taikang, few officials have put up a car to greet him, firstly, to avoid suspicion, and secondly, to avoid trouble.

Qing ministers like Song Jing and Song Xi are only a few.

By the way, by the way, Song Jing, the former assassin of Qinzhou, is the person of the main line of the Song Valve, but the bloodline is a little off, and in terms of seniority, Song Jing also wants to call the old man in front of him an uncle.

Song Xi's cloudy eyes were raised, his gaze jumped over Xiahou Chun, and after glancing at Xiahou Chun with a smile, "What, don't you introduce your friends to the old man?" ”

Xiahou Chun said with a smile, turned around and beckoned Tianxin and the others to come over, and introduced them to them: "This is the old man of my Song Dynasty and the great hero who led the compilation and revision of the "History of Yan". ”

Everyone trembled when they heard this, especially the casual posture of the cicada and immediately put it away, all the people who participated in the revision of the history of the previous dynasty were the only remaining bachelors and scholars of literature and history among the central courtiers.

Not to mention anything else, just by repairing the history books, you will never have to worry about your reputation in this life, and it is not an exaggeration to say that 'your name will go down through the ages'.

Even if the Great Jing died in the future, the later dynasties could not spare these historiographical giants when compiling the historical records of the previous dynasties.

Xiahou Chun was amused when he saw this, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, pointed to the old man Song and said, "This is the cicada monk of Changguo Temple in the eastern capital, from the Floating Sky Temple. ”

The monk's hands were kind, his face was compassionate, like a holy white lotus, and he said with a smile: "I have seen the old benefactor of Song. ”

Although the old man does not believe in Buddhism, he also knows that the mountain sect of Fukong Temple is almost the top gate valve of the monastic sect, but after all, it was Taizong who came over in the wind and waves, but he was not shocked, and bowed his head lightly to Zhizen.

What's more, Song Xi has always been less troublesome, only dealing with books all his life, never on the battlefield, and not interested in winning battles, and also quite agrees with the concept of 'compassion for the heart' advocated by Buddhism, but because he once held a high position and held important positions, it is inconvenient to publicly praise Buddhism.

However, his eyes were like torches, and at a glance, he could see that the aura on the cicada's body was of the same origin as the person back then, and there was no doubt that it was the person's temple, and after bowing his head slightly, he asked softly: "Master Pudu is okay?" ”

The cicada's smile froze, and his indifferent and calm posture instantly broke the gong, and his momentum was dissipated.

Hard stubble! It's a hard stubble!

As soon as he came up, he asked the host abbot about the existence of such a celestial being, and the other party's forced character rose up all of a sudden, and he was not at the same level as this one at all.

He sniffed, his face seemed to be helpless and aggrieved, and replied honestly: "Master Abbot has been in retreat and meditation, and he has not appeared for many years. ”

The old man nodded slightly, there seemed to be a trance in his eyes, and he sighed with a smile: "I remember that I met Master Pudu by chance in Jixian Academy, when I was discussing the source of the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism with Wu Xiangying, and arguing with each other about the path of the three teachings. ”

Behind her, Song Xiaowan blinked her little eyes, glanced at her grandfather carelessly, and seemed to tell her that when she told her, the original words were not like this.

When the cicada on the other side heard this, he became more and more cautious, he had even seen the abbot a few times, let alone talked, but this person actually sat down with the abbot and talked very happily, hiss, he couldn't afford to provoke him, it was indeed a big guy he didn't dare to offend.

The old man was kind-eyed, and seeing that the little monk was a little nervous, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "You don't have to be so restrained, I only have a few sides of relationship with your master." ”

The little monk secretly slandered I believe in your evil and the existence that can interact with the abbot is either the head of the previous Tiangong or the current sect master of Xuanzong and the abbot asked recently exactly

Xiahou Chun glanced at the cicada, this monk has been very crazy these days, quite a posture of treating the world as nothing, except for Xiao Hanchen, who came strongly, he put everyone in his eyes, even if he treats the previous Jin King Xiahou Rong, the cicada is also high up, overlooking the posture of ordinary people.

At this time, it can be regarded as an opportunity to let him lower his arrogant head, he has to suppress the arrogance of this monk, the corners of his mouth are playful, and he said with a smile: "Song Lao is too modest, you have been erudite since childhood, ancient and modern, and you know all things to the truth, you can discuss the three teachings with Abbot Pudu, and you can study history after class, and you are undoubtedly a great Confucian in the world." ”

"After going through the entire Yasukuni several times, it is difficult for the younger generation to find a second Confucian master like you who has a high realm and a deep understanding of the sea."

Song Xi smiled dumbly, looked at Xiahou Chun and shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Such a high hat, how dare Song someone dare to wear it, the prince is tormenting the old minister." ”

Calling the crown prince, this is going to be unfamiliar, Xiahou Chun didn't dare to compliment indiscriminately, and after laughing a few times, he immediately turned the spearhead to the cicada, "I see, people who have reached the realm of Song Lao are all modest and low-key, but some people are arrogant and look down on the world, looking like they don't know the height of the sky. ”

The cicada squinted at him, "It's definitely no problem to clean you up." ”

Xiahou Chun was furious, and he was about to roll up his sleeves and start working, "Come on, if you have the ability, you can do it again." ”

Murong Yan on the side hurriedly pulled the shelf, and the two of them didn't know whether they were specifically looking for fun, or if they abandoned the aristocratic demeanor and cultivation, and they had to fight each other from time to time.

One is a Buddhist Buddha, and the other is the prince of Dongjing, who often fights for red faces along the way, or fights in the dark.

But no matter what, in front of outsiders, the two have always maintained their own decency, and now the prince and brother actually secretly ridiculed the cicada in front of outsiders, and he immediately broke the work.

Tianxin snorted coldly: "Are you ashamed to make trouble in front of the old-timers?" ”

Song Xi was very interested, looked at Xiahou Chun deeply, and waved his hand with a smile: "It's a good thing to be young and vigorous, and if you are not vigorous, you are not a young person, don't learn from those who are full of twilight and pretend to be deep, why bother." ”

Zhi Cicada glanced at Xiahou Chun, knowing that he had secretly informed this old man that he Xiahou Chun and Buddhism had reached an offensive and defensive alliance.

After a while, the old man whispered to the cicada: "When Pudu left Taikang, he left a codex, which involved some Buddhist minds, and since you came here with him today, according to your Buddhism, this is called 'Buddha Yuan', and the codex will be brought back by you." ”

Abbot's Mental Codex?