Since then, Cheng Yanqiu has never been out of the door of Songyan Courtyard for half a step, and every day he is either drinking and drinking tea, or playing chess with the piano, playing against himself, and looking very leisurely

But there was an indifferent twilight in his eyes, and all the youthful frivolity in the past was attributed to the silent Zheng

How about him, now everyone in the Holy Sect can't take care of it, after Cheng Surou's funeral, Peng Xueao served filial piety for three months, and then officially put on a black brocade robe with a sun pattern, showing everyone that he has sat on the seat of the sect leader.

From now on, the person who lives in the Qixiang Hall becomes Peng Xueao, and the person who is locked up in the Wutong Garden becomes Peng Zeyang, who will remember the familiar room furnishings and old memories of the past decades every day.

In recent years, snowflakes have fallen in the air again.

The cold air penetrated into the heart and spleen, and the nasal cavity was like inhaling a refining child, such a winter, so that Wu Xing couldn't help but think of the mountain, on the mountain, full of snow, eternal, dazzling, cold.

And Song Ning is also sleeping under such a snow-capped mountain.

Thinking of this, she was a little sad, Peng Xueao turned her head to look at her, and gently smoothed Wu Xing's slightly frowning eyebrows with his hand, he seemed to know what she was thinking, and said in a light tone, "Don't worry, the blood debt owed must be repaid with blood." ”

Peng Xueao was not in a hurry, he first stabilized his sad mood because of his mother's new funeral, and then he vigorously rectified the Holy Sect, fortunately Peng Zeyang had no intention of managing affairs, and there were not many of his diehards in the Holy Sect, even if there were, it was left by the old sect leader, and Peng Xueao easily controlled the entire Holy Sect firmly in his own hands.

It's going to make sure you have a good year.

Peng Xueao narrowed her cat-like round eyes.

After the beginning of spring, through Tang Feishuang's recommendation and Wu Xing's observation in the past two months, a deputy hall master was selected from the new day hall to help her manage, and after the person was selected, Wu Xing was a little surprised, this person turned out to be Lin Liang.

A few years ago, the second elder sent someone to inform Lin Liang that the poison had been cleaned up, and she took him to the Ritang, but Lin Liang's martial arts had been abandoned for many years, and the pharmaceutical techniques he learned from the second elder should not be lethal, and such a person could only give him a logistics position in the Ritang, so Wu Xing casually arranged him and didn't care about it anymore.

At that time, he learned that Lin Liang was among the candidates, although Wu Xing felt strange, but he didn't care, because with Lin Liang's martial arts, he couldn't suppress the elite disciples in the Ritang, and he couldn't be elected.

The truth is so unexpected, who would have thought that the person who finally became the deputy hall master of the Sun Hall would be Lin Liang, who had mediocre martial arts.

However, since several of the directors in the Ritang have no opinions, Wu Xing doesn't care, anyway, she just helps her manage and develop the Ritang, they are all within the Holy Sect, and they don't go out on duty, so it doesn't matter if the martial arts are good or not.

And Lin Liang is a thoughtful person, and he is indeed a suitable candidate.

After arranging the internal affairs of the day hall, Wu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, pressed the door of his head that was a little painful, and the tentacles did feel the warm and cold white jade, Wu Xing thought about it, and went to Songyan Courtyard.

Although her husband no longer cares about her, and Songyan Courtyard does not welcome her to go, she still hopes that her husband will be well, she just needs to stand outside the courtyard gate and take a look from afar.

When Cheng Yanqiu saw her coming, his face sank, so he closed the window mortar, and Wu Xing couldn't see the slightest scene in the room.

Wu Xing was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes and turned back.

Songyan Courtyard didn't let her in, she could go to the courtyard where her husband lived before.

The courtyard is remote and quiet, and the green jade bamboo at the door is as verdant as ever.

Wu Xing raised his hand to caress the leaves of the green jade bamboo, but suddenly heard an abrupt sound.

The log food box falls half-open and closes on the ground, and the aroma of food comes out of it.

Wu Xing followed the prestige and saw a face full of astonishment, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Why are you here?"

The young man with apricot eyes and round face flattened his mouth, his dimples were shallowly concave, he looked pitiful and cute, the water light penetrated the crystal eyes, and two lines of tears fell suddenly, the young man was wearing a gray and blue cloth dress worn by a servant, his fingers were purple from the cold, he ran over in a few steps and sat on the lin, holding Wu Xing's thighs with both hands and crying.

Wu Xing frowned, but did not dodge.

"You told me to wait for you to come back, and I waited for you for a long time...... I thought something had happened to you, so I ran up the mountain to find you!" Qiliang rubbed his eyes and hiccuped, obviously he was already a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, but he was still like a child.

Wu Xing thought about it and calculated, it seems that since that time on the mountain, she asked Qiliang to wait for her in the courtyard under the mountain, and this wait is more than a year.

Too many things have happened in the past year, and Wu Xing's feet are too busy to touch the ground, so naturally he can't think of a dispensable thing.

However, she still felt a trace of guilt in her heart, took out her purse from her sleeve, and threw it to Qiliang on the ground, "What does it look like, get up!"

Qiliang got the silver he liked, sniffed, then stood up with a smile and wiped his face indiscriminately, "Ah Wu, when will you go down the mountain and go home with me?"

Xu is a trace of guilt in her heart, she called her Ah Wu in seven taels, and she didn't refute it, but she was touched by the seven taels and went home.

That yard was just bought by her, although she lived for many years, it was casual everywhere, she just regarded it as a place to sleep, eat and rest, these are in the eyes of Qiliang, is it called home?

Qiliang peeked at her with a little weakness, hoping that Wu Xing was not angry because of him.

Wu Xing coughed lightly, "Let's wait a while, don't be in a hurry, you tell me how you came here first?"

Qiliang hurriedly added fuel and vinegar to beautify his experience and told Wu Xing more than a dozen times.

It turned out that when Wu Xing just left, he was still very alive and well, no one cared, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to eat, he wanted to play, and he was very happy.

After a while, he felt bored, lonely and bored, and missed the days when Wu Xing was there.

And Wu Xing didn't plan to go too long at first, and there wasn't much silver left for him, after he spent it, after a few tight days, he sneaked into Wu Xing's house, Wu Xing explicitly forbade him to enter, he found a few hundred taels of silver inside, and he was a little scared, so he boldly spent the silver, and felt quite reasonable.

Otherwise, wouldn't Wu Xing starve him to death?

But he spent a lot of money, no one cared about it, and within a few months, he spent a few hundred taels of silver, he didn't have a way to contact Wu Xing, and he didn't even know Wu Xing's full name, so he became anxious.

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