"Go to Luoyan Pavilion." Baili Liumo said indifferently, with a hint of anticipation in his indifferent tone, raised his feet, crossed the corridor with his hands behind his back, and walked in the direction of Luoyan Pavilion. Duan Ying respectfully replied yes, and then followed him to Luo Yan Pavilion. The snow continued to fall outside, and the people who were anxiously shuttled in the corridor, with shallow smiles at the corners of their mouths, outlined a beautiful picture.
In the courtyard of Luoyan Pavilion, a woman wearing a pale pink cloak stood in the center of the courtyard. The servants around her were constantly busy, and the woman beside her held up an oil-paper umbrella for her, and the sky kept falling. Snow white, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand, held the falling snowflake in his palm, and watched it carefully, like a treasure. The man who had just walked along the corridor from Moyan Pavilion stood there, admiring her frown and smile, his lips raised slightly along with her light smile, and raised his hand to signal to the little servant who was about to salute. The sound, for fear of breaking this beautiful picture.
"Your Highness?" Xiyue, who was holding an umbrella for her, touched the man in the corridor with her out-of-the-way light, slightly startled, and said to Leng Yetong, who was beside her, "County Lord, Your Highness is here."
"It's getting cold, go back." Leng Yetong acted as if she didn't hear Xiyue's words, lowered her eyes, said indifferently, turned around, looked down at the bluestone road covered with snow, and moved towards the room step by step. go. Xiyue opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything after all. She still held an umbrella for her and helped her into the room.
"My lord, let's go in too, it's getting colder." Seeing Leng Yetong entering the house, Duan Ying whispered beside Baili Liumo.
"Yeah." Baili Liumo responded lightly, raised his feet, crossed the corridor with his hands behind his back, stopped at the door, hesitated, and stepped into the room.
"See your lord." The things in the house are almost settled, only Xiyan is left to do the final tidying up. Seeing Baili Liumo come in, Xiyan put down her work, stepped forward, leaned over, and asked for peace.
"Well, where's the county master?" He replied lightly, without looking at her, and asked lightly as he set his eyes on the screen connecting the inner room and the outer room.
"Thank you, Lord." Xiyan got up, said thank you, lowered her eyes, and answered neither humble nor arrogant, "Go back to the prince, the county master is resting inside, I am tired from the boat and car, and I am resting at the moment."
"Nonsense! Just now..." Duan Ying immediately refuted Xiyan, but Baili Liumo interrupted her words before she could say it.
"Since the county lord is tired, let her rest for a while." Baili Liumo said indifferently, looking sideways at the slightly dusty chair, Duan Ying immediately understood, took out the handkerchief he carried with him and put it on the chair. The dust was wiped clean, and then stepped aside. Baili Liumo walked to the chair, sat down, and said indifferently, "This king is here to wait for the county master to rest enough to wake up. Duan Ying, watch tea."
"Yes, my lord." Duan Ying gave a respectful win, then turned to leave, and returned within half a cup of tea. When he returned, the sword in his hand was still replaced by a pot of freshly brewed Biluochun. He put the teapot and Baili Liumo's exclusive teacup in front of him from the tray, filled him with tea, and said, "My lord, please use it."
"Well." Baili Liumo reached out and picked up the teacup, blew lightly, took a sip, sat there leisurely, looked up at Xiyan, and said indifferently, "Do what you need to do. What, you don't need to care about this king."