The world has been full of gunsmoke, displaced people everywhere, but Shuzhou because of its topography, in addition to last year suffered a military disaster, there is no other war, listen to a lot of people who go south and north to bring back the news, the northwest king who captured Shuzhou started the war again, but this time it is a farther Houjian. However, for the people of Shuzhou, Houjian is too far away, so far that these two words are like a legendary story, what the king of the northwest did over there, they don't care, they just think that there will be no more war in Shuzhou, and that Lan Inspector can hold Shuzhou.

It coincides with the light rain of apricot blossoms, and the rain wets Jinguancheng.

Jincheng as the capital of Shuzhou, the status is naturally extraordinary, even after the Northwest Army entered Shu, it has not changed the special status of Jincheng, and now Shuzhou political envoy Tang Qi's political envoy Si Yamen is located in the old site of Tang Mansion.

The cold winter has passed quietly, and the spring rain with a little chill can't stop the youthful vitality, and many young boys and girls have gone out of the house to meet for a green meeting. A young woman, or a young girl, held a slightly yellowed oil-paper umbrella in the gentle drizzle, and her pale cyan embroidered shoes stepped on the slightly damp bluestone street, stepping on a series of bright and lively atmospheres unique to young people.

Her name is Tang Jinxiu, born in the side house of the Tang family, because she was born in this splendid city, she was given a splendid name by her parents. Tang Jinxiu has just reached the age of Xuan, but she is only seventeen years old, the same age as a flower, and it is also the age of a young girl.

During an outing in March, Tang Jinxiu, who sneaked out of the house, met a man at the lantern festival, the man's appearance was not outstanding, he was dressed in a cotton robe that was washed a little white, not like the son of a rich family, but like a poor scholar from an ordinary family.

It's just that sometimes, fate is so wonderful, and the two met as a matter of course, and the girl's heart rippled for the first time, and after separation, she couldn't let go for a long time.

Thoughts are like a seed, unconsciously, taking root and sprouting in the heart, and then turning into weeds, growing wildly, and can not be removed. The little girl's weeds are full of weeds, and the little girl's heart is full of weeds, and she is imprisoned in that blue-tiled house, and she can only sit in the boudoir and look at the sky, tasting the bitter sweetness and sourness alone.

Sometimes, the girl will fantasize that the man suddenly appears in front of her, and the two hold hands and stroll through the streets. It will also be worrying about what to do if your parents don't agree. Even she had a dream, in the dream, the man won the champion, wearing a festive red auspicious suit, in the sound of firecrackers riding a high-headed horse to the door of his house, the father smiled from ear to ear, the mother was also a hundred satisfied, confused, she sat on the eight-lift sedan chair, just like she had seen the woman marry before, blowing and blowing, stepping into the brazier, eating dumplings, worshipping heaven and earth, and flowers and candles in the cave room. Later, in a snowy weather, the two of them turned white unconsciously.

After waking up, Fang Jue was a dream, it turned out to be a dream.

It's good, it's a shame.

A man's temperament is always so warm as jade, and his smile is mellow, and women sometimes think, the humble gentleman mentioned in the book is as gentle as jade, probably like this, right?

It's a pity that the man never appeared again, as if that encounter was just a dream, a colorful dream full of brilliant colors.

Today, under the appointment of several close friends, Tang Jinxiu left the house, but on the way, he came to this street under the pretext of holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering with lilac-like thoughts.

She longed to meet the man again, a man like Ruiyu.

The next moment, a man came from the other side of the street.

The woman glanced at him, lowered her head, and continued on her way.

The man stopped and said softly, "Splendid!"

Tang Jinxiu stopped, raised his head and looked at the man in astonishment, the expression on his face was first confused, and then turned into surprise, "Young Master Lan!"

Today's Lan Gongzi is very different from when he first met, he is no longer wearing a washed white cotton robe, but a royal blue brocade robe, official boots embroidered with silver thread on his feet, and a Liuqin ancient jade hanging from his waist.

Tang Jinxiu subconsciously grabbed one of his sleeves and jumped up, "Young Master Lan, you're back!"

The son surnamed Lan smiled warmly, patted her hand, and said, "I have official business, and I want to go to the Yamen of the Political Envoy Division." ”

Tang Jinxiu realized his carelessness at this time, he thought that Lan Gongzi was a poor scholar, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue.

The man didn't hold an umbrella, so he and the woman held an umbrella together and walked side by side on the bluestone paved street.

The oil-paper umbrella was not big, and the man exposed most of his body in the rain, and the woman didn't realize it, but just pulled one of the man's arms, and was as happy as a lark.

"My mother wants me to learn from the girl, to learn the rules of my daughter's family, to stop running around, and to lock me up. ”

"But I don't want to learn that, and I don't want to get married. ”

"Lan Gongzi, do you often come to Jincheng, tell me when you come, okay? I will come to you, if...... I didn't come one day, don't worry, I'll find a way to sneak out of the house. ”

"Lan Gongzi, do you think that today's rain is very sweet, like putting sugar. ”

"Lan Gongzi, my nickname is Sugar Candy, Tang Sugar, Sugar Candy. ”

"Young Master Lan, what are you going to do in the Yamen of the Political Envoy Division? ”

"Young Master Lan, I have also seen the big man in the Sword Pavilion camp, he is also surnamed Lan, called Lan Yu, but there were many people on the side of the road at that time, I just glanced at it from a distance, and I was pushed away by others before I could see what it looked like, but that Lord Lan is definitely not as good-looking as you. ”

Lan Gongzi laughed and said, "You haven't seen what that Lord Lan looks like, so how do you know that he is not as good-looking as me?"

"I guess, don't worry about those details. ”

"Okay, don't care, don't care. ”

"By the way, what are you doing, Young Master Lan?"

"Help others, the owner's surname is Xiao. ”

"Helper, isn't it like Mr. Bookkeeper?"

"Pretty much, I've taken care of the money for the proprietor before. ”

"You haven't told me what you are going to do with the political envoy department?"

"I'll probably have to get out of here after a while. ”

Tang Jinxiu's mood was lost all of a sudden, and her heart became empty, as if she was about to lose something, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

"Leave Shuzhou and go to the northwest. ”

"Why?" Tang Jinxiu's voice was a little flustered.

Lan Gongzi turned his head to look at her, and said calmly: "The owner's business in the north is in some trouble, and I need to go over to help solve it, and the business here in Shuzhou will be taken over by others." ”

"Will you ever come back? Tang Jinxiu lowered her eyes, but there was already a slight cry in her voice.

Lan Gongzi lowered his head slightly, watching the rain fall on the bluestone slab and gather into a trickle, "Probably not." ”

Tang Jinxiu lowered her head, almost down to her undeveloped chest, and cold tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

She felt so uncomfortable, although she hadn't seen Lan Gongzi before, she always felt that he would come to Jincheng, and the two would have a chance to meet again, so she would be relieved, but now that he was leaving, and he would never come back in the future, the little girl who had just fallen in love could no longer control her emotions.

Lan Gongzi stopped, reached out to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and said softly, "Why don't you go to the northwest with me." ”

Tang Jinxiu raised his head suddenly, a shocked look appeared on his face, and then his mouth opened wider and wider.

At this time, the gate of the political envoy's yamen was already not far from the two of them.

A middle-aged man dressed in a second-grade crimson official robe hurriedly ran out of the yamen, and then the middle door of the yamen of the political envoy was wide open.

This Shuzhou political envoy didn't care about any official dignity, let alone the wet feet, so he knelt directly on the ground and said in a loud voice: "Tang Qi, the political envoy of Shuzhou, greets the governor and the seal officer." ”

Lan Yu looked up at the Yamen of the Political Envoy Division, and suddenly remembered a sentence.

The word love is on the heart, and then the heart.