231 Mountain Snow Night Talk
Situ Luo took out the handkerchief, and the eyes of the three of them were only curiosity, nothing else.
"This is a mark that the Ning family used a long time ago, and now it has been simplified, but the person I met recognizes it. β
It turned out to be so.
"She said her name is Ning Luo, I went to check, the Ning family is about the same age, there is no such person. β
Therefore, she must be in the Ning family, her identity is extraordinary, and she must not be a nobody. can be in the Ning family's extraordinary status, and there is only one person who thinks about it. Su Changyan said.
Situ Luo didn't have any friends of the same age, because his peers couldn't keep up with his own thinking, and for the first time, he could guess what was in his heart, and it turned out to be his enemy.
Situ Luo felt that something was unpredictable.
But this matter has been held in my heart for a long time, and it is a lot more enjoyable to say it today.
"That's right. What's more, don't you think, Your Excellency's fiancΓ©e, a little ......," Situ Luo said here, and stopped.
Su Changyan blinked his eyes, "The reason why I married her is the same as the reason why Brother Situ proposed marriage." β
"Ning Donglai and Xiang Luzhi I are famous, I really never expected it. Situ Luo sighed.
Jiang Gu interjected with a red face at this time, "But Miss Xueluo is really beautiful, when I look at her, I feel that my whole person is not my own." Isn't it enough for a woman to be both helpful and beautiful?"
Situ Luo chuckled in a low voice, and gradually the laughter expanded, and finally filled the entire cave, Su Changyan was also infected by his laughter, and laughed along.
"Okay, I'll give Brother Jiang a drink. I really didn't expect that among us, Brother Jiang was the most sensible. Situ Luo said, handing the wine gourd to Jiang Gu.
All of a sudden, the cave under the heavy snow was filled with a warm atmosphere.
Feng Youjian also came to the secret room with wine and side dishes, and the white Rakshasa was still in the yin and yang cocoon at the moment.
Feng Youjian originally thought that this year's Chinese New Year would not be alone, but is it a person, and there is a cocoon.
I can't hear the watch on Yao Mountain, and I usually look at the stars to distinguish the time, but at this moment in the stone room, what kind of stars to watch.
Feng Youjian looked at the plate of dumplings, and he also brought vinegar and garlic, which were all human delicacies that he couldn't eat in that ravine all these years.
"Well, it's about time to come, so I'll start eating these dumplings. β
After Feng Youjian finished talking to himself, he broke a clove of garlic, twisted it with his hands and put it in vinegar, then picked up a dumpling, dipped it fiercely, and put it in his mouth.
Feng Youjian took a bite, and the mellow umami in the dumplings immediately melted into his tongue, and the cabbage and pork were perfectly blended together.
The delicious dumplings combined with the sour taste of vinegar and the taste of garlic brought the ultimate experience to the taste buds, and Feng Youjian's tears of emotion wanted to flow down.
Garlic vinegar dipped in dumplings, the taste of the world is refreshing.
It seems to have been stimulated by the smell, and the yin and yang cocoon, which had not moved, suddenly had a small crack on the top.
Feng Youjian drank wine and ate dumplings, completely ignoring the movement next to him.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Yaoshan County was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year, with every household putting up lights, shops on the street closing, and everyone happily celebrating the New Year at home.
Zhang Shen thought that the governor who had not returned overnight last night was a little worried, but with two martial arts masters as his company, it should not be a big deal, so he took the two imperial guards to the house to eat and drink.
There are few people on Yao Mountain, not to mention that on the first day of the new year, the four of them slept in the cave with fire and clothes, and they did not wake up until three poles in the morning.
After the four of them woke up, the atmosphere of yesterday seemed to be gone, and Situ Luo nodded at them and left the cave first.
The three of them tidied up their appearance, ate some dry food and continued to find the way up the mountain.
Today the snow had stopped, and the road was easier to recognize, and they finally reached the peak of Zaobia before twilight.
When Feng Youjian saw them, he turned his head and ran, and the three of them hurriedly chased after them.
"Uncle Feng, what are you running?" Xuan Ye asked with a pant.
"Okay, you three stinky boys, in order to get a New Year's money, you ran up this mountain on the first day of the new year. Feng Youjian immediately revealed his miser nature.
Su Changyan immediately said, "We are already adults, how can we have any reason to press the New Year's money, but we should honor your predecessors." β
Originally, the food and drink prepared by the three of them to pay tribute to Feng Youjian on the mountain were all consumed last night.
Su Changyan could only temporarily take out a piece of gold, "On the first day of the new year, you will have to be honored by the juniors, Uncle Feng, you will definitely have all the best in the new year, and everything will go well." β
Feng Youjian happily accepted the gold, and then stretched out his hands to Jiang Gu and Xuan Ye again.
The two of them could only obey Feng Youjian's obscenity, and hurriedly handed over the silver with kind words.
"You boys have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, what's the matter, come to deliver the invitation today?" Feng Youjian accepted the money and naturally invited someone to sit down.
Su Changyan talked about what he met Situ Luo yesterday, and then said, "I don't know Senior Feng, do you know Luo Er's true identity, who is she from the Ning family." β
Feng Youjian was a little embarrassed and said, "To be honest, I met her later than you, just because she is her master's junior brother, and she respects me as an uncle." β
The four of them sat down for dinner and stayed overnight at Zawangfeng.
After sending the three of them down the mountain, Feng Youjian rushed to a room in a hurry.
This was Song Junchu's room, but before, Feng Youjian had never come in.
The senior brother found out about the White Rakshasa but concealed her destiny, and didn't even tell her the name of Zawangfeng.
Out of intuition, Feng Youjian felt that there must be clues to the true identity of the White Rakshasa in the senior brother's house.
Song Junchu's room had accumulated a layer of dust, and no one had come in for a long time.
With his memories from many years ago, Feng Youjian came to the desk, and there was a portrait on the desk.
The paper has been yellowed, but the woman in the portrait has red lips and white teeth, looks lifelike, and there is a cinnabar mole in the center of her eyebrows, which makes the whole person extraordinarily noble.
Feng Youjian looked at the portrait for a moment, then looked away.
He touched the blue and white pen holder on the table with his hand, and rotated it vigorously, but he had not used it for many years, and it was a little difficult to rotate.
Soon, the sound of gears rubbing against each other sounded, and the pen holder moved, and then he picked up the ruler and inserted the pen holder, and the ruler fell directly into it.
He rotated the scale, and a small square box protruded on the table, which was actually the place where the inkstone was originally placed.
He took off the thinnest pen on the original pen holder, and twisted the tail of the pen to unscrew out some tiny metal, making the pen look like a key.
He inserted the end of the pen into the keyhole of the box and turned the tip of the pen.
With a "click", the box opened.
Feng Youjian immediately probed to see what was inside.
But who knows, it is empty.
How could it be, if the senior brother was hiding something, it must be here.
Unless, someone has already taken it.
Feng Youjian put everything back in its place, intending to leave, and before leaving, he glanced at the yellowed portrait again, and carefully rolled it up and put it in his arms.
Feng Youjian closed the door and walked out.
Before he could take a step, he returned and placed the portrait in its place.
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