In March, the weather is slowly getting warmer, but this is the north, and it can only be said that it is not so cold compared to before.

"Pretty!!"

"Brother Jue is so powerful, a hundred steps through Yang!!"

The applause rang out intermittently, although the momentum was not huge, but everyone clapped their hands vigorously, with one or two points of admiration, three or four points of envy, and five or six points of unclear meaning.

The young man standing at the shooting range supported his waist with one hand and a bow in the other, and his facial features that barely stepped into the ranks of handsome men were slightly reserved, and he gladly accepted the appreciation of his peers around him.

A servant trotted over and bent slightly over and handed Zhong Jue a sweat towel.

Zhong Jue handed the bow in his hand to the servant, took the sweat towel in his hand and gently wiped the thin sweat on his face.

Seeing this, the surrounding peers all ran over and surrounded him.

"Brother Jue is so powerful, the spring hunting ring in three days will definitely be able to show his strength!!"

"That's, our Brother Jue is extraordinary, and we still need you to say!?"

“......”

"Hey, hey, Brother Jue has been sweating so much for so long, it's really fierce~~"

The people around him racked their brains one after another to search for their own not deep heritage, and the words of praise smashed on Zhong Jue's head as if they didn't want money.

Zhong Jue angrily took his sweat towel and patted the person who said that he was fierce and fierce, but the smile on his face involuntarily brought obscenity.

The people around him also laughed because of this sentence.

"Xiao Jue. ”

A calm voice seemed a little abrupt in the loud laughter, but the crowd stopped playing because of this voice.

The smile on Zhong Jue's face gradually froze.

Everyone looked towards the place where the voice was made, but it was a tall boy walking here, with one hand on his back, his square face frowning, and he was looking at the people who were slowly dispersed with dissatisfaction.

"Big Brother ......"

Zhong Jue raised his eyebrows with joy, and his voice was filled with three points of helplessness and two points of sprinkling.

"The spring hunt is approaching, these days are good to recuperate, so noisy, if you fall and stumble, you can't participate in the spring hunt at that time, won't the gains outweigh the losses?"

Seeing his younger brother like this, Zhong Hao's sternness in his voice eased a little, but he was still stern, "Clean up, my mother personally cooked and stewed the tonic soup, let me come to you." ”

"So-big brother will go first, and I'll go later?"

Zhong Jue's voice was flattering.

"What about you...... Hurry up. Zhong Hao's brows stretched, if his younger brother is obedient, what can he be dissatisfied with when he is an elder brother?" ”

"That's that, that's. Zhong Jue responded.

Seeing Zhong Hao walk away, Zhong Jue's face immediately changed, and his face immediately turned like earth.

His eyes involuntarily drifted to the faces of a few friends who were playing well.

But the little friends jumped away as if they had been attacked by poisonous snakes.

"You ......," Zhong Jue said heavily.

"That...... Brother Jue, my mother also stewed soup, and when I was outside the venue just now, the servant came to call me, I ...... I'll go back first......" said the person who shouted the most fiercely just now.

"Brother Jue, my father stewed soup, and I have to go back too......" Someone immediately followed.

"Brother Jue, my mother told me to go home for dinner, and we'll see you on the spring hunt~~" The little boy's voice also came out.

After a while, a roar erupted—

"Your mother's stewed soup? Just kidding, your mother's embroidery!!And you, your father stews a fart soup, your father, do you want him to stew soup with an axe!!!?

"Don't~~~"

"My dad will beat me ~~~"

"Brother Jue doesn't want it, if you don't go back, my mother will beat me, huh~~~"

......

Climbing the snow along the way, the beautiful plum peeks out the window, but it is pitiful.

"Childe is practicing calligraphy. The smelling fragrance with the hairpin in the double bun whispered in the ear of Wen Yu holding the tonic soup, and the white qi exhaled carefully along her mouth, and the voice was also very soft.

The girl with the medicine nodded her head, and a slight sadness crept up to her beautiful face—if this soup was cold, it would be a bit troublesome for her to go away again.

I can only think about it...... I just hope that Childe won't practice for too long this time.

"Smell the incense, let the smell come in. The mellow sound of sake, like sake, wafted out of the room slowly, unhurried, and extremely comfortable.

"Okay, Childe. Wen Xiang answered, and opened the door for Wen Yu.

The cold wind collided with the heating in the house, and I felt the warmth of the house and the unique fragrance of books and ink, and I almost sighed comfortably.

"Childe's Mei, it's so good~"

Wen Xiang stepped to Wen Yu's side, she looked at a painting that was about to be finished unfolded on the table, and immediately praised it.

"Well," Li Jinnian nodded matter-of-factly, "My Mei is self-looking." ”

This is something that Mu Yong doubts.

Whatever Li Jinnian wants, what he wants is the best.

"Childe, this is the soup made by Xi Niang. Hearing this, he said, "Childe drink it while it's hot?"

"But—Mother commanded?" Li Jinnian, the son of Ruyu, could be silent and accept it calmly when he was praised by anyone, but he asked at this moment with some irrepressible desire.

"It was ordered by the master......" Although he was a little unbearable, he still told the truth.

Li Jinnian then fell silent.

"Let's put it down, I'll drink it later. Li Jinnian bowed slightly.

"Yes, Childe. ”

Wen Yu and Wen Xiang looked at each other, and then quietly retreated.

"Wenyu, you wait. Li Jin called at the end of the year.

"When I'm done. ”

Li Jinnian re-moved the pen, dipped the ink and dotted the ink, and the pen walked away from the dragon and snake.

......

"Big lady...... The second son asked the slave and maid to send a painting to you. ”

Wenyu likes the arrogant Li Jinnian very much, but he really doesn't like Li Jinnian's biological mother.

Not for anything else, just for this big lady who has never laughed.

She's beautiful, the kind of beauty that doesn't contain temperature.

It's really like the plum blossom in the pen of the child.

It's just that the plum blossoms bloom in the cold and snow, there is still temperature, there is arrogance, desperate situation, and the meaning of life.

But...... Mei is comparable to the eldest lady, but the eldest lady is not comparable to Mei.

In the eldest lady, there is only the will to die.

The two are not the same.

Wen Yu thought, and his hands trembled slightly.

The face of the eldest lady and the second son, which was six points similar, was only indifferent, and she sat upright and stared coldly at Wen Yu.

"Sanming, it's a little cold in the house, the second son sent a painting, took it to the brazier and burned it. ”

"What!?"

Ignoring etiquette and fear, he raised his head when he heard the words and looked directly at the eldest lady.

"This ...... This is a painting that Childe has been painting for a long time, and he ...... He ......"

"Oh. ”

The eldest lady stood up, her dead eyes seemed to look at her, and as if she was looking elsewhere, Wen Yu had never seen a person's eyes hollow like this.

"I don't like it. ”

......