In December in Kyoto, thick snow has fallen.
At a glance, outside the window is white snow, covered with silver makeup everywhere.
The stove was burning in the Palace of Gande, and the whole hall was warm.
Feng Mohan put on a thick robe, lay on the long case, and sighed when he looked at the man who was dazed by the window again.
"It will be the New Year in a few days, and the emperor will not be able to accompany Aunt Liu to celebrate the New Year this year."
Feng Qingbai didn't answer, and his vision was blank. At this time, Xinghua Village didn't know if it snowed.
Last year, the snow fell heavily, and finally there was a snow disaster.
I hope that this year will be a real Ruixue Mega Year.
The cold wind outside was strong and anxious, bringing snow foam into the window continuously, and when it encountered the warm and melting air in the hall, it turned into water droplets, which stuck on Feng Qingbai's face and the placket of his clothes.
The cold wind that leaked in made Feng Mohan tremble, and tightened his robes. "Uncle Emperor, don't look at it. You can't see thousands of miles away, close the window."
The emperor's uncle is also very pitiful. I tried to squeeze for a few days before, thinking about going back temporarily and saying a few words in person. Unfortunately, the heavy snow in Kyoto came too fast, and the canal on the outskirts of Beijing was frozen early. Passenger ships cannot travel.
It would take a lot of time to just open the river surface if you want to break the ice and sail.
The plan to return to Xinghua Village was cut in half.
He guessed that when he knew that the canal was freezing, the emperor must have vomited blood in his heart.
"Uncle Emperor, if you really want to see Aunt Liu before you leave, it's not impossible. When you go out in February, you can just turn halfway around. Maybe Aunt Liu will not let you go, so follow you to Beicang. Ouch. , With a beautiful woman, this trip will not be hard."
The man standing in front of the window as a wooden sculpture was finally willing to turn around, giving him a cold look in his eyes.
"The situation in Beicang is unknown, let Aunt Liu follow me to risk insurance?"
"..." Feng Mohan retracted his head into his robe, not daring to speak.
But when I say that, I'm serious.
Close the half-open window, block the cold wind and continue to pour in, walk to the stove and sit down, "Before you have been taught by me, when I leave, no one by your side will supervise you. I plan to promote Yang Lao. To be the Taifu, I will assist you after I leave Beijing. Mr. Yang is a great scholar of Nanling for me, rich in knowledge, and a noble person. You need to learn from him seriously so that the longer the character, the more crooked."
"Although Mr. Yang is a great scholar, he is too straightforward and often doesn't know how to be flexible. He taught me and only teaches Yangmou. Uncle Yang, Yangmou is not very useful..." The second half of the sentence was cut off by a look in his eyes.
"At that time, I will transfer your knowledge of Uncle Xia to the capital temporarily, as one of your auxiliary ministers." Otherwise, Guang Yifeng Mohan and Yang Lao will not be able to withstand the left, let alone there is a more incomprehensible Qin behind. Howl.
Feng Mohan's eyes lit up immediately, and he liked Uncle Zhi Xia the most.
With him, those memorials are nothing at all!
It's freezing cold, so he can sleep for a few more hours.
As the body is getting older, lack of sleep makes it easy to grow taller.
What the emperor uncle said was too much to his heart!
"I will confess that he can't ghostwrite, but can only assist. You are all the ones who can call concubines to bed, so don't think about fishing and chattering all day long."
"..."
After staying in the Palace of Gande for a while, the man got up and left.
Feng Mohan muttered angrily behind him, "It's really the bug in my stomach!"
Wearing a big fur of fox fur, walking slowly on the avenue outside the palace, his shoes creaked on the snow.
The wind-proof palace lanterns hanging high on both sides of the avenue were shaken violently by the cold wind, and the dizzy yellow lights flickered and dimmed, not very bright.
Between exhales and breaths, the nasal cavity was full of icy chills.
Feng Qingbai did not ride a carriage, but walked, and it took only a quarter of an hour to reach the Nanling Palace.
The current temperature can make his mind more awake.
At this time, approaching midnight, there was no one on the road.
At the end of the avenue, it was about to turn into the junction of the lanes, and there was no palace lantern lighting, and it was pitch black.
When he was about to step into the darkness, Feng Qingbai stopped.
In the shadow on the opposite side, one person almost merged with the dark night.
"Come out."
The cold light of the dark night came oncoming.
The movements of the two figures are as fast as lightning.
After a hundred moves, the assailant retreated.
"Feng Qingbai, you said this time, do you win or I win?"
A voice without emotional fluctuations came from under the other party's wide hat.
With the chill that can make the temperature drop even lower.
"Whoever loses and who wins will only know the result until the last move."
"Heh, I'm in Beicang, waiting for you."
After the words, disappear.
Feng Qingbai stood on the spot, looking at where the person stood just now, his long eyes were deep and quiet, like stagnant water.
Afterwards, slowly set off to the Nanling Palace.
Being able to appear here without disturbing his hidden guard, this level of strength is one of the few in the world.
Of course, none of those people were Gong Ling.
No hurry, one day, he will uncover his mask and see who he is.
The sound of firecrackers on the street signaled the arrival of the New Year.
As in previous years, red silk was hung in every household, and red lanterns were placed in front of major shops.
Even so, the atmosphere of this year's festival is obviously lacklustre.
After the New Year's Day, the Nanling delegation will go to Beicang to negotiate face-to-face with Beicanghuang.
Whether there will be war between the two countries depends on the outcome of the peace talks.
It is related to the stability of the people in Nanling. This matter always grabs the hearts of the people.
The closer the time, the more susceptible the heart is, it is the most festive New Year, and I don't have the heart to live it well.
Only ignorant children can still laugh and laugh without worrying as usual.
In front of the Liu's compound, there are Spring Festival couplets posted on the door, and a happy New Year picture is also posted on the door of the courtyard.
There was warmth in the hall, and the family sat around the brazier, and there was a small cradle beside it, and the small edamame slept soundly in it.
The little baby who was just full moon, slept when he was full, and slept when he was full, and now he has completely lost his wrinkled appearance when he was born.
The tender meat is puffy, the skin is smooth and smooth, and the small hands are curled up like lotus roots,
"The whole dumpling." Liu Yusheng chuckled lightly when he stretched out his index finger and touched the little baby's pouting face.
It is strange to say that the elders can't put it down for the little baby, and they really look so cute.
Just looking at the little soft flesh on his body can make people want to take a bite.
Cough, she had bitten secretly, gently, did not dare to let her grandma see them, but she was soft.
"The baby is asleep, don't move him all the time, you'll have to cry when you wake up later." The old woman took her offensively and took a look at her.
"Oh, I'm out of favor, what should I do, Xiao Maodou, my aunt is so jealous of you." Liu Yusheng's strange noise made his family grin.
"After this year, it is the first month. In the new year, I hope it will be a good time."
The old man sighed, and the traces of smile in Liu Yusheng's eyes faded.
February is after the first lunar month, and Fengqingbai is about to rush to Beicang.
Will there be a good future