It's already a spring and March weather, even in the north, the sun can dispel the chill that lingers in a winter, and the new green of the treetops dots the city of Beiping, giving life to this city that had experienced war a few days ago.

The army has already marched to the south, and the battle situation will not be transmitted back for a while, but the lives of the people must continue, as for what will happen if Lord Yan loses... The people of Peking are accustomed not to think about this.

What's the use of thinking about it? A few days ago, the war was raging, and the city of Beiping had reached the point where the young and strong went to the city wall to defend the city, and the old and weak helped prepare the equipment to defend the city.

Anyway, if they all get on the thief ship, then they will go all the way to the dark, that's the reason.

Of course, in addition to the impact of the war, Beiping City has also had good changes, such as the efficiency of the yamen, the government's attention to the people's livelihood, etc., of course, this official government is not the previous political envoy yamen, but now the administrative body taken over by the Yanwang Mansion.

The entire rear, including Beiping and Datong, which has just been incorporated under the rule, as well as some areas of Daning, are now governed by Master Daoyan and Zhu Gaochi, the son of King Yan, with a group of civil officials, I have to say that these two people are indeed capable, under their governance, Beiping is developing much faster than before, such as tax reform and household registration If things are put in the past, I am afraid that it will not be completed in three or five years, but now Yan Wang Jing is only half a year, and Beiping has signs of a new look.

Yan Wang's southern expedition, most of the old and weak soldiers who stayed in the city, but the security of Beiping is extremely good, people come and go on the streets, the trade route from Datong to Daning Liaodong has been re-opened, and the shops on the street are no longer as closed as before, the shortage of materials that lasted for half a year ushered in relief, and the people finally don't have to worry about food, if you don't think about the possible war... Now Beiping still has a faint taste of prosperity.

Of course, these are just the surface, how many people are secretly worrying about the current situation, how much effort Zhu Gaochi and Dao Yan have used to maintain stability in the entire rear, and what price they have paid, the people of Shengdou don't know, for them, life can go on like this, it is already perfect.

The Yingshou Temple in the south of the city has opened the peach blossoms, compared to the previous years, there are more people who ask for signs, there are fewer people who go to the green, the incense burner in front of the mountain gate is full of incense, maybe it is a prayer for the safety of the children of the southern expedition, maybe it is the extravagant hope for a peaceful life in troubled times, wisps of green smoke gather up, so that the plaque of the temple is hidden in the haze.

Li Ziqing, who was kneeling on the futon, opened his eyes lightly, looked at the Buddha statue above with kind eyebrows, and prayed for the safety of that person in the sound of wooden fish.

Although it is a troubled time, the perfume business has not been seriously affected, on the contrary, the war has left the cities in ruins, and the branches that may have taken a long time to lay out in the past can now be opened at a very small cost.

Speaking of which, it has found a way out for many sisters in the Qinglou, the women in the Qinglou in the past, after the old and yellow, and there is no relationship and home, they often end up in a lonely and miserable end, the perfume shop is not good to hire men, from the shopkeeper to the guys need women, and the Qinglou women are generous, and they are enthusiastic and lively in business, compared to the previous skin and meat business and laughter, they finally live with dignity, and they will spend more thought, which is a win-win thing, but let the branch open more and more smoothly, Even the perfume workshop has expanded several times.

That's why I'm so busy that I don't even have time to come over and pray for incense... The masters of Yingshou Temple were as kind as ever, Li Ziqing sent some incense money, and slowly walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and slowly descended along the mountain road.

Speaking of... The first time I talked to Gu Gongzi was also on this mountain road, when he was carrying a jar of wine, he looked like a bohemian scholar, Li Ziqing would never forget the way he stood in front of him with a serious face, but it was a little bad, but also a little... Lovely?

The last time I saw him, it was a long time ago, and I don't know if he has been doing well in the past six months, the last time Beiping attacked the city, she didn't go to the city wall to see it, but she also heard the guests chatting about some things on the battlefield, and you will be very scared when you listen to it, Gu Gongzi is just a weak scholar, such a battlefield... I really hope that nothing will happen to him, and he will be able to return to the shop one day as before, and then smile to himself and say that he is back.

Many times Li Ziqing also asked himself, he has seen a lot of young talents over the years, why only Gu Gongzi's figure remains in his heart? Putting aside emotions such as gratitude, for many nights, Li Ziqing always remembered the bowl of chicken soup and the way he pushed a small cart beside him under the snowstorm that day.

Well... Probably that's what I like.

doesn't mix with other things, doesn't care about his status, doesn't care about what he's doing, and doesn't because of what will happen in the future, the so-called liking is just looking at his side face.

Li Ziqing stopped and looked back at the peach blossoms in Yingshou Temple.

I really want to take a look with Gu Gongzi again.

When will the green shirts made this year be given away?

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Goolan plays are performed very quickly, which means that the script must also be written quickly, in the small building in the backyard of Goolan, Liu Yanmo gently bit the pen shaft, struggling to find the next paragraph of the story.

The spring breeze is blowing the railing, the window of the small building is open, the gauze curtain is gently fluttering, and the outline sent by Gu Huai is at hand, I don't know how many times I have read it, and on the rice paper in front of Liu Yanmo, there is still no ink falling.

It seems a little inappropriate for a woman to write a reckless story like Water Margin.

From the son walked into the hook column, more than half a year has passed after careful calculation, Liu Yanmo's life has changed a lot in the past six months, and he may still need to take care of the hook column before, and play Guanyin on stage, but now... The last time I went out of the small building seems to be two months ago.

Writing stories is a happy thing after all, especially for Liu Yanmo, while expanding the outline sent by Gu Huai, she has also been writing her own stories, but she will always be discouraged when she writes, feeling that taking them out will inevitably lower the identity of Gu Gongzi's stories, and she doesn't know when she will be able to write a satisfactory story, and then show it to Gu Gongzi.

Goulan's current affairs, almost all handed over to Xiaoyu and Sun Lao, although Xiaoyu is very aggressive, but Sun Lao is a reliable old man of Goollan, and compared to himself, he is the real love and investment in this industry, he is in contact with those who are not willing, presumably Goulan can be opened all the way to the south, and then tell the charming story to the world.

The wind was strong, waking up the pensive Liu Yanmo, she put down the pen and wanted to close the window, but her eyes fell on the box next to the table, where a book of poems was placed, remembering that Gu Gongzi said to himself that he was not good at writing, Liu Yanmo's nose twitched twice cutely, and then picked up the book of poems and flipped it up.

It seems that he has not had any poems flowing out in the past six months... Speaking of which, I heard that he was fighting outside, and he had to send himself a manuscript when it was so dangerous, Gu Gongzi was really a trustworthy person.

It's just that I'm still not good enough... I didn't ask if the hook column was profitable, but as soon as this branch opened, I had to put money into it, so I had to make trouble for Gu Gongzi again.

My life is still simple and boring, and the days and nights and spring and autumn in the small building are still the same as in previous years, a little different, probably this small box.

Liu Yanmo put down the poetry collection, opened the box and looked at it, there were neatly stacked osmanthus cakes, thinking that the son had said that he liked osmanthus cakes, Liu Yanmo smiled with satisfaction.

It's not in vain that I picked so many osmanthus flowers last year...

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The small courtyard behind the perfume shop is not much different from when Gu Huai left, but the teenager who used to like to sit at the mouth of the well in a daze has disappeared for a long time, and the little girl waiting for Gu Huai to come back has also become two.

Xiaohuan, who came back from shopping for vegetables, put down the bamboo basket: "What do you want to eat today?" Aunt Chen sent some bacon, so don't eat the rest of the dishes from yesterday..."

No one answered, and Xiaohuan, who was still dressed as a maid, didn't care, just thought that his good friend was taking a nap.

When Xu Miaojin first came to this small courtyard, Xiaohuan knew her identity, the county lord of Zhongshan Palace, how high was that identity? Xiaohuan didn't even dare to look up at her when she spoke, but after getting along for a long time, she realized that in fact, the county lord was just a little girl like herself.

Of course, all this is due to the fact that Xu Miaojin did not have the aristocrat's domineering, at that time, the news of Xu Zengshou's death had not yet been reported, and Xu Miaojin was not as lifeless and silent as she is now, and the two little girls were naturally easy to play together, especially when they missed someone together and had a lot of common topics.

But all this changed that day, Tsundere Lori, who learned of the death of the third brother, seemed to have changed all of a sudden, she liked to stay in her room every day, ate very little, and slept early, Xiaohuan was always worried that she wanted to take her out for a walk, but every time she could only run to the hook bar to watch the play, and then come back to tell her.

In the past six months, the young master has written a lot of letters back, the shop is too busy, Xiaohuan can no longer always pester Ziqing's sister to learn words as before, so he can only ask a good friend, fortunately, every time the young master sends a letter back, Xu Miaojin will recover some spirits, and the two of them always take a letter and read it more than a dozen times, and then complain together about the big bad guy who has not gone home for a long time.

The young master's letter is very long, and there are many things to say, saying that he has seen the world from south to north, and also saying some things he has done, but he has not mentioned the dangers he encountered in the letter, probably thanks to these letters, Xiaohuan did not feel forgotten by the young master, every time in the dead of night, she took out the letter, looking at those handwriting, she always seemed to feel that the young master was around.

The meal was ready, but there was still no sound in Xu Miaojin's room, Xiaohuan wiped her hands on the apron, and then pushed the door open, and saw her sitting on the corner of the bed with her knees crossed, with tears on her face.

I must have thought of her third brother again... Xiaohuan was greatly distressed, she took Tsundere Lori into her arms, and coaxed Tsundere Lori like a young master coaxing her: "It's okay, it's okay..."

However, Xu Miaojin didn't just cry silently as before, she raised her head, her fair face was full of sadness: "It's going to be Qingming." ”

She said softly: "I'm going to see the third brother." ”