Lin'an City, the Mansion of the Marquis of Purple Clothes.

"Uncle Gu, Qiyan's wrist hurts so much, can you not write?," a little girl dressed in pink carved jade squatted on the mahogany chair with the back of the golden python, tilted her head, frowned two cute cigarette eyebrows, and said to the old housekeeper of the Purple Hou Mansion.

"Miss, 'practicing calligraphy' is the master's order, and before the hour, the young lady and the son are not allowed to leave the Imperial Library. This, don't say it's an old slave, even if the lady comes, she can't speak," the wrinkled old butler bowed slightly, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Uncle Gu, you just don't think you saw it, okay? The little girl pouted and begged.

"Master's order, who dares to disobey it! The old slave can't see it clearly, but pretend not to see it," the old housekeeper said indifferently, just when the little girl pursed her mouth aggrievedly, the old housekeeper suddenly smiled gently: "Although the master's order cannot be disobeyed, it is reasonable for the young lady to be hungry and want to eat snacks." Even if the lord knew, he wouldn't blame him. ”

The old butler said this, and suddenly his expression was solemn, and he shouted at the door. "Someone is coming, the young lady and the son are hungry, so someone will send two plates of white jade mung bean cake and dense lotus seeds,"

"The slave and maid will go at once," the maid soon answered outside the door, and in a moment a footstep faded away from behind the door.

The little girl's aggrieved tears were about to drop, but when she suddenly heard the old housekeeper's words, she couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed, and sneered: "Qiyan knows that Uncle Gu is the best for Qiyan." ”

"Hehe," the old butler smiled fondly, "Miss can rest now." ”

"Haha, that's great," said the little girl, who put a large gold-painted brush thicker than her fingers into the ink-colored pen holder, jumped down from the money chair, took two steps, and turned back.

"Brother, Uncle Gu said, we can take a break, you don't have to write. On the other side, by the window, a child of about five or six years old, wearing a purple and gold crown, sat upright on a chair, and wrote meticulously on a piece of rice paper with a thick gold brush in his hand. On the right hand side of the little boy, there was already a thick stack of rice paper after writing in this way.

"Little sister, you can rest, the time stipulated by my father has not yet arrived, and I still have to write. When the purple and gold crown child spoke, his hands were not raised, his eyes did not move, and he was still concentrating on writing the stickers.

"Brother, aren't your hands sore?" Luo Qiyan walked to the child's side curiously and looked at the words he wrote. Although the child was holding a brush that was much thicker than his own fingers, his writing was square, and each stroke was like an iron hook and a silver stroke.

"Sour. The answer was quite succinct.

"Then why don't you take a break?" Luo Qiyan's eyes widened.

"Daddy said, it's a grind!" the little boy still didn't look up.

"Miss, you better not disturb the young master, let him concentrate on practicing calligraphy. The old housekeeper on the side dissuaded, he glanced at the little boy, and his eyes were full of approval: "The little young master is becoming more and more temperamental, and his writing is also square and upright, but it would be nice if he could have a little more softness and smoothness." ”

The old housekeeper thought of the purple-clothed marquis, and sighed in his heart: "It's a pity that the master is too square and unruly, so he has many enemies in the court!"

"Hmph, don't bother if you don't bother, my brother is not cute, I don't know how to play with Qiyan at all. The little girl walked to the side with a puff of smoke.

The old butler knew her temper, but he just smiled and didn't pay attention to it. After a while, the door opened, and there were two maidservants holding celadon plates, on which were white jade mung bean cakes and dense particles, "Miss, son, the dim sum has come up." ”

"Well, put the snacks on the table and you're ready to go. The old housekeeper said coldly, waved his hand, and the maids understood, said 'yes', and quickly withdrew.

"Oh, that's great!" Luo Qi's smoke came and went quickly, and when he saw the pastries on the table, he had already forgotten all about the unhappiness just now. Jumping on the chair, the little girl grabbed the cake and ate it with a smile.

"Well, Uncle Gu, I seem to smell something?" asked the little girl as she ate.

"Oh, that's the scent of plum blossoms, it snowed yesterday, and the plum blossoms in the Hou Mansion are blooming this morning. After a while, after the young lady and the son finished practicing calligraphy, they could go to the Guanxian Pavilion to see the plum and enjoy the snow. The old butler laughed.

"Oh, it's snowing, and the plum blossoms are blooming. It was cold outside, and my mother wouldn't let us stay outside for too long. yes, we're warm here, they're going to be cold...... The little girl suddenly put down the pastry in her mouth: "Uncle Gu, it's snowing, it's so cold, you can help talk to your mother, let your mother send him some clothes, it will be very cold when it snows...... , and these pastries, bring them to him too. He's so pitiful, Qiyan has delicious pastries, he doesn't have delicious pastries, Qiyan has clothes to wear, he has no clothes to wear......

The old housekeeper didn't react for a while: "Miss, who are you talking about?"

The little girl's eyes widened: "It's him, I came back from outside the city that day, and my mother promised Qiyan that she would bring him back! By the way, why haven't I seen him all the time?"

The old housekeeper's heart skipped a beat, and he knew who it was in the mouth of the cigarette: "Don't worry, Miss, the old slave will send someone to send him clothes, as for the pastries, Miss doesn't have to send them, there are many in the house." The old slave sent someone to send some over. ”

"Well, that's fine, and I'll eat the smoke," the little girl smiled sweetly, and picked up the pastry on the table and ate it.

Coming out of the study, the old housekeeper's face immediately sank: "Come on, call Huang Hu and Huang Long." The news spread quickly, and after a while, two young slaves walked through the pavilion in the snow.

"Your Excellency," the two arched their hands, their faces flattering.

"Let me ask you, how did you find that child? It's been a month, you won't say that there is still no news, right?" the old butler glanced at the two of them coldly.

"Lord Housekeeper," the two of them looked embarrassed: "We searched all over Lin'an City, but we didn't find the child that Miss said, on such a cold day, he is a beggar, maybe he has already frozen to death!"

"Hmph, you two dog minions, you dare to lie in front of me, someone is coming, the two of them will give me twenty boards each!" the old butler looked cold.

"The housekeeper has been wronged, we really tried our best," the two knelt on the ground, their faces full of grievances.

"If I don't give you two a reasonable reason, maybe you'll have to sue me again. The old butler's gaze was as sharp as a falcon: "Look at the boots on your feet, if you two really walked all over Lin'an City, how could you not even get your ankles wet." Apparently it was when I sent someone to call you that you put on your boots and walked through the snow before you came to see me!—Come, add me twenty boards!"

These two young slaves only relied on the fact that their distant cousins were the concubines of the Marquis of Ziyi, so they got this errand in the Marquis of Ziyi's mansion, but how can their status in the mansion be compared with the old housekeeper who has been with the Marquis of Ziyi for more than 20 years. After the old butler left, a miserable cry sounded in the pavilion......

"I didn't expect the master to leave so soon," Coming out of the broken temple, Lin Junxuan still couldn't believe that the fortune teller had just left. However, life still needs to go on, Lin Junxuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the parting sentimentality in his heart, and calmed down a lot.

"This time, I had to leave in advance because of the young master of the Heaven Survey Mansion," the jade-faced boy gave Lin Junxuan a deep impression: "This young mansion master is ruthless and cautious, after releasing arrows like this, he also sent people into the temple to drag the corpse, and the poison of the heart can be seen." ”

Lin Junxuan remembered the young master's eyes before he pulled his bow and released the arrow, and that glance he didn't look at the old man, but at himself standing beside the old man.

"Shooting arrows, killing people, autopsies, this person's surname is vicious, and he belongs to the kind of people who will not give up until they reach their goal. This time, I suffered a little loss under the master, and I will definitely not give up like this. He can't deal with Master, but he may not be able to deal with me. I'm afraid it won't be long before he hits me with his ideas. Although I have the secret book left by my master, my cultivation is shallow, and my current body is only four years old, so I am no match for him at all. Lin'an City can't stay any longer, you have to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise, I'm afraid you will implicate the teacher!" has a deep understanding of some people's surnames Lin Junxuan, which stems from the growth environment in which he grew up alone.

"Drive!-" Just thinking about his thoughts, a carriage galloped in the snow, and Lin Junxuan flashed and moved to the side of the road. The big black carriage passed by Lin Junxuan's side, and when he was about to stagger away, for some reason, Lin Junxuan suddenly felt a gaze cast from the carriage, and those eyes were full of surprise. Shaking his head, Lin Junxuan didn't think much about it, so he went straight to the academy.

When he returned to the school, seeing that Gan Ruye had not returned from visiting his classmates, Lin Junxuan took a book from the bookshelf and looked at it slowly......

"Wow!" The frozen surface of the river suddenly shattered, and a key figure jumped out of the river with a large handful of cold water droplets.

"Young master!" by the river, several iron horsemen immediately rushed up, and the two knights pulled a thick blanket and covered the figure jumping out of the river.

Yin Tianxuan's whole body was soaked, the water was cold, and his expression was even colder. As soon as he closed his eyes slightly, his palms were empty, and under the blanket, a billowing white mist immediately rose, and in the blink of an eye, the clothes on Yin Tianxuan's body were evaporated and dried.

"Young master, what should we do now?" After Yin Tianxuan dried the clothes on his body, an iron rider man on the left said respectfully.

"It's impossible to go to the broken temple, that old Taoist demon method is too powerful," Yin Tianxuan denied the possibility of revenge in one sentence, and his tone was crisp and neat, without the slightest hesitation.

"Young master, should we just let him go? That demon path can only blow a gust of wind, we are ready, bring more people, we may not be able to pay him!" These knights were still a little unwilling.

"Let him go, hmph, is it possible?" Yin Tianxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes showed a light like a beast: "I remember that there was a four or five-year-old child next to the demon dao, and when we released the arrows, the demon dao did everything possible to protect him and save him." Even if that kid wasn't his apprentice, he had a lot to do with him. -- You have all seen the child, and you have ordered a portrait to be drawn and the whole city to be searched! When you find him, bring him to me at once. ”

"Yes, young master!" Several strong men on iron horses lowered their eyebrows, Yin Tianxuan took one of the horses, turned over on the horse, and went straight to the Heavenly Survey Mansion......;