The smell of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger, and the streets of Zhulu City are full of eye-catching red. Before Chinese New Year's Eve, you can already hear the sound of children in the streets and alleys.

Crackling, as if spring was really hiding in the sound of firecrackers.

In the days of Zhulu Academy, Shen Qingwen spent most of his time in his own library. By chance, when I was interested, I just played a song in the house, although this would also provoke many children to listen to it.

In the past month, Shen Qingwen has not played the piano much, and the reason for playing the piano is not fixed.

Sometimes standing in the courtyard of his own library, watching the snow falling in the sky, he will play a song on the piano when he is interested. The singing voice is very exciting, and he is not afraid of scattering his soul.

Sometimes when Shen Qingwen just woke up and rubbed his eyebrows, his thoughts came. Sitting under the book house, he asked the sky to play a song, and the spring and autumn were reincarnated several times.

Putting down the books in his hand, his body was very warm by the warm sun in the morning, Shen Qingwen thought about how many books he had read in the past month.

smiled a little helplessly, as if this was the seventh book.

There were a few wisps of clarity in his deep eyes, and Shen Qingwen didn't know when he became so fond of reading.

Pull open the door, and a burst of freshness will come to your face. The snow and ice outside the house have not yet melted, and in the morning light, the beauty of yesterday is reflected.

It didn't snow much last night.

Shen Qingwen, dressed in green clothes, strolled along this wet path, stepping on the snow. He thought that Su Xiaoxiao had come most of the times this month, and Li Changan would occasionally come to his house to sit, but most of them were gossip.

Gu Pingguo surprisingly didn't come much, Shen Qingwen knew that she was learning the piano, and she was determined.

Since this is the case, Shen Qingwen will not bother. Otherwise, it must be a rake, Qin didn't succeed, but he would eat Gu Pingguo's iron fist a few times.

After tidying up his clothes, Shen Qingwen was ready to go out for a walk. Pulling the door to open the door, Shen Qingwen glanced outside the door, he wanted to close the door immediately, but unfortunately it was too late.

Li Muxue, who was whiter than yesterday's snow, stood outside her house, she seemed to have the ability to predict the future, and she knew that Shen Qingwen would go out today.

With his hands on the door, Li Muxue glanced at him lightly, "Want to go out?"

Shen Qingwen nodded angrily.

Li Muxue's gooseneck tapped, "Together." ”

"Don't. Shen Qingwen shook his head neatly, he had to be busy with his own business, and he was not going on an outing, how could he bring an outsider.

A long scroll landed on her neck, and the weak beauty, who drew her sword at every turn, glanced at Shen Qingwen lightly, "Say it again." ”

"Fairy...... I'm out for something...... Not to play. Shen Qingwen couldn't cry or laugh, the long sword around his neck was true, and what he said was also true.

"Do you want to go to the west of the city to find the old beggar, or go to the noodle shop to find King Gu Sheng who is riding a donkey and fighting?" Li Muxue asked in a voice like snow, without any warmth.

Shen Qingwen's expression gradually lowered, his fingertips flicked away the long sword, and he asked, "Who are you?"

"The head of the Shuangmei Academy of Zhulu Academy, Li Muxue. Li Muxue's red lips were lightly raised, as if she was smiling.

Shen Qingwen stopped abruptly, he believed that what she said was a ghost.

Li Muxue ignored him, and the white clothes floated lightly in the world. She walked a few steps, glanced back, and saw that Shen Qingwen was still staying in place, "Hey, aren't you leaving?"

"I'm really in trouble. Shen Qingwen was about to cry, thinking that this aunt and grandmother wouldn't really want to follow.

Li Muxue gave Shen Qingwen an expression she knew in the sun, "Coincidentally, I also have something." ”

Shen Qingwen's face darkened, and his face was like black charcoal in March. Li Muxue smiled faintly, smiling like a white plum blossom in winter.

One green and one white, a beautiful young man, and a weak beauty in white. Such a match is an eye-catching existence everywhere.

Shen Qingwen and Li Muxue walked side by side on the streets of Zhulu, and they also gained countless glances along the way. Of course, most of this is for Li Muxue.

From Zhulu Academy to Zhulu City West, Shen Qingwen bought a few jars of good wine and a few good dishes, and he planned to get drunk with the old beggar once.

Sitting under the city wall in the west of the city, this old beggar who was leisurely basking in the sun was very happy when he saw Shen Qingwen coming. Seeing that he brought good wine and food, he hurriedly said that the child was older and sensible.

The two of them sat on the ground, spread out the good dishes, and touched the wine jar in their hands.

A crisp sound, two sounds of wine entering the throat.

Li Muxue squatted beside them, holding her face in one hand and her sword in the other. She didn't say anything, and the two people in front of her seemed to have really forgotten her.

"Why did you come to me today?" asked the old beggar, chewing on the roots.

Tsing Yi was stained with snow on the ground, and Shen Qingwen leaned against the city wall. After taking a sip of wine, he smiled and said, "It's been too comfortable lately, and it's not fun to come to you." ”

"If you don't find it, you should go to the Zuiqing Building, why are you doing this sloppy place with me?" The old beggar glared at Shen Qingwen, shook his head, and took a sip of wine to himself.

Shen Qingwen smiled, "Old general, you can't talk nonsense about this. ”

"What's the matter, you're so old and you're still afraid of Zhao Minmin's girl?" the old beggar looked at the show with a slight disdain on his expression, "Take out the appearance of the young master of the Shen Mansion, and be led by the nose by a girl, it's really not like words." ”

Shen Qingwen laughed when he heard this, and took another sip of this Zhulu specialty wine, he glanced at the old beggar who ate vegetables, and asked, "Old general, if this girl is a master of Chengxi Realm, and I am just a master of Tianjing Mansion, what should you do?"

This is really a good question, the old beggar chewed on the vegetable root, thought for a long time, and then spat out a few words, "Oh, then forget it." ”

Shen Qingwen laughed, this smile was more or less helpless.

"Has Gu Goudan come to you recently?" Shen Qingwen put down his wine and asked.

It's okay not to mention this name, but as soon as this name was mentioned, the old beggar who was still eating vegetables was stunned for a moment, and thought that Shen Qingwen didn't look like he was sent by King Gu Sheng to ask for money, so he quickly shook his head and said that he was not familiar with him.

Shen Qingwen, who was leaning on the city wall, sighed, he knew that this was the old beggar who ran away first when he wanted to pay. This is his old problem, Shen Qingwen took out a bag of broken silver from his sleeve, and when he was about to hand it to the old beggar, the old beggar took out his hand and sent it back to him.

"Eh, what are you doing here? The old beggar is old enough to ask for your alms. The old beggar had a calm face and learned a lesson.

Shen Qingwen shook his head and threw the broken silver to the old beggar, "Don't worry, I have something important to ask you." ”

Weighing the broken silver, the old beggar looked at Shen Qingwen suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Shen Qingwen just wanted to say, and glanced around habitually. This sweep is terrible, Shen Qingwen's eyes matched Li Muxue, who had been sunburned for a long time on the side. Shen Qingwen patted his head, thinking about how he had forgotten about this aunt.

Shaking the long sword in her hand, Li Muxue said lightly: "Don't worry about me, when I don't exist." ”

Seeing her say this, Shen Qingwen didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one. However, when the old beggar saw Li Muxue, he felt a little familiar, and rubbed his old and dizzy eyes, he still felt that he had seen Li Muxue somewhere, and he asked Shen Qingwen, "Who is this girl?"

"It's not important, it's my business that matters. Shen Qingwen snorted, and he pulled the topic back again, "Old general, I don't understand about war, but you can do it." If a country secretly stockpiles red-coated cannons, what are they going to do?"

"It's not easy, you have to fight. The old beggar glanced at Shen Qingwen, he laughed at Shen Qingwen, who was such a big person, he didn't understand. But, in the next second, he didn't even have the strength to carry the wine jar.

"Who is storing the red-coated cannon?" the old beggar, apparently aware of the seriousness of the matter, asked in a deep voice.

"The country of the seven subordinates, Chutian. Shen Qingwen also replied seriously.

"Is the news reliable?" asked the old beggar.

Shen Qingwen nodded, "Beishuang's left servant shot it himself. ”

The beggar Li let out a long sigh, pulled his body back to his original position, he chirped, thought for a while, and grinned: "Start lightly, don't leave any shadow on the child." ”

"As much as possible. Shen Qingwen couldn't help laughing, they really didn't know what Chu Tianguo was doing, but there were still people who knew about this Zhulu City.

The wine jar touched, the old beggar seemed to remember something, he looked at the white-clothed fairy who was still squatting in place on the side, and asked Shen Qingwen, "What is this girl's name?"

"The head of the Shuangmei Academy of Zhulu Academy, Li Muxue. Shen Qingwen burped, full of alcohol. The delicate little face is already a little red, and it looks like a little drunk.

"Oh, Li Muxue," the old beggar muttered Li Muxue's name a few times, he patted his thigh, and said excitedly: "Yes, yes, the only daughter of the Li family of the Sword Sect, Li Muxue." ”

"Are you always drunk?" Shen Qingwen plucked out his ears and laughed in the sun past noon, "The cub of the Li family of the Sword Sect is obviously a male baby!"

"You fart! The Li family cub is a girl, Lao Tzu remembers it clearly. As soon as the strength of this wine came up, even a figure like an old beggar was uncontrollable, he pointed at Li Muxue and shouted at Shen Qingwen: "You don't believe it, you go and ask this girl." Is the cub of the Li family of the Sword Sect a female baby!"

Shen Qingwen remembered very clearly that he had met the cub of the Li family of the Sword Sect when he was a child, and he was obviously a real boy!

"Hey, Li Muxue, tell me, is the Li family of the Sword Sect a male cub or a female cub?" Shen Qingwen, who was drunk, faced Li Muxue, a little braver and a little more fearless.

"You want to know?" Li Muxue really laughed at this time, and under Shen Qingwen's puzzled gaze, she moved her body in the sun.

When the old beggar saw this posture, his keen sense, which he had cultivated after more than ten years of fighting, told him that if he didn't run now, he would probably die an ugly death.

Although it is a bit immoral to leave Shen Qingwen behind, the old beggar still cherishes his life. Stepping away, he slipped away silently, leaving only Shen Qingwen with a face that didn't know what would happen next.

screaming one cub after another, Li Muxue, who endured it all afternoon, really became popular. The long sword was unsheathed, and a sword roar resounded throughout the city.

There was no need for her to answer in person, Shen Qingwen already knew the answer. He told the old beggar to run away, but when he turned around, he found only a place of food and drink.

It is really unkind to scold this old beggar, lose the face of the Shen Mansion, and call himself a general, which is really shameless enough.

scolded is scolded, Shen Qingwen also looked at Li Muxue who was wrapped in sword qi, he couldn't cry or laugh, "Fairy, start and ...... lightly"

Li Muxue nodded, smiling like a warm spring breeze in March, her red lips opened lightly, and she said, "Next time, definitely." ”

Shen Qingwen nodded understandingly, and then a miserable scream echoed in this deer city. The cry is like this winter chill, and it will not go away for a long time.