The clouds over the capital hang low, and there is a large piece of gorgeous fire clouds.
The woman dragged her purple clothes in the snow, but finally she made a crooked snowman. Xu Fengnian lay on the wicker chair and asked with a smile: "How many sets of purple clothes did you bring? I am very curious about how those white-clothed swordsmen take care of their outfits. The last time I went to Beimang in Daomaguan, I saw one. Right now, I am wondering that you, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, will be ironed when you walk in the martial arts world. Xin only wears purple clothes? But speaking of it, there are many colors in the world, but after all, there are only a few kinds of pure colors. There are Cao Changqing in green clothes, and Chen Zhibao in white clothes. When it's your junior's turn, there are not many kinds to choose from."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng seemed very satisfied with the little snowman, smiled, stood up and clapped his hands, and suppressed his smile, "Don't you think about why the old sword-eating old man surnamed Sui came to Xiamawei post house, is it okay? Good intentions? Take ten thousand steps back and say, Huang Sanjia claims that the kung fu of officials is better than Cao Changqing. Except for Wen Hua's folding sword, the wound is still on the sword. Huang Longshi really has no other ghostly tricks? If you are killed In the capital, whether it is the rebellious party of the Spring and Autumn Remnants who hate the King of Beiliang, or the latent forces in Beimang, I believe they will all applaud. It is more than a whitewash? Besides, the Lidong Dynasty will watch the ceremony, and the king will be appointed as the crown prince. I have never seen you. Xin, these days I will only stay in this post house, don't you think you are too suffocated?"
Xu Fengnian glanced at the pitiful snowman, sat up and asked with a smile: "Then let's go for a walk? Xu Xiao said some wonderful snacks, and I want to try them too, but I don't think I won't look down on them. It’s too dirty to sit down.”
Xuanyuan Qingfeng wanted to refute subconsciously for the sake of refuting, but swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and said with a soft smile: "You and I are not the same way."
Xu Fengnian nodded and said: "Yes, you and the restaurants and inns on the street outside Xiamawei are the same as the vast number of scholars in the capital."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't bother to pay attention to it, but just remembered something. Two days ago, this guy suddenly became interested. He wanted to go out to buy a kind of rice wine that is not easy to see. Xuanyuan Qingfeng and Xu Fengnian travel together, except for Liu Wenbao who continues to tremble under the dragon claw locust tree, farther away from Xiamawei, there is a pair of old people who are worse than Liu Wenbao who is wrapped in dilapidated fur The young beggar, Xuanyuan Qingfeng saw Xu Fengnian walking towards them at the time, he thought it was a pretentious gesture of rewarding money, but he never thought that he just kicked the old beggar, as if he disliked the old guy and the vile dog blocking the way, and the viciousness of ordinary dudes The behavior was the same, Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't think deeply at the time, but after the two of them walked for a while, they saw many people running out of the building, not only leaving a lot of money, but also those who gave fox fur and food Delivering food, the broken bowl, which was empty before, was immediately filled with white money, even several silver tickets. Later, when the two came back from buying wine, they heard Tong Ziliang from the Mawei post office say that the one in this street The grandpa and grandson who have been begging for many years have already taken a wealthy mansion to a rich and beautiful mansion with high walls, and rewarded the old beggar with a leisurely job without worrying about food and clothing, and the rich man won nearly half of the capital that day Praise, Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't help laughing when he heard it, but when he looked at Xu Fengnian who only kicked lightly at the beginning, he understood a little bit. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was walking on the snow-swept road, both sides of the street were full of beggars swarming from other places, and most of them were idle young and strong, looking at the prince of Beiliang, he hated himself for not daring to stop him Go out, get kicked or slapped by him.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng remembered that when he was young, when he watched his father make wine, he once said something: "The lights of the Hou family are poor, and the moon is the same. The Lantern Festival is different. It has always been considered to be the best of the world. The lights of the Hou family are bright but suddenly, and the poor The family has a full moon for thousands of years. Only then can I see the real situation of the world."
Xu Fengnian heard Xuanyuan Qingfeng muttering to himself, and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng said indifferently: "I have pity on you."
Xu Fengnian smiled softly: "I need you to take pity on me?"
Going straight to the corner at the end of the street at Xiamawei, on the opposite road to Xu Fengnian, Xuanyuan and Qingfeng's group, there was a carriage parked, the curtain was raised, and the woman's face was peerless, four-character weight, obviously compared to the so-called sinking fish and falling geese. Heavy.
In Rouge's review, she did not lose to Nangong.
In addition to this beauty, there is also a mother and daughter who are far inferior in appearance to her. The daughter has freckles on the tip of her nose, and she does not hide her hostility towards her. The woman looks calm and looks like a mother.
The plain-looking woman said softly, "So it's really graying."
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There was a heavy snowfall in the capital city, and the auspicious snow heralds a good year. The people inside and outside the capital all entered and exited the city with a bit of joy on their faces. In the festive atmosphere of the New Year, Tai’an City is full of rivers and rivers, and the city gate school captains and soldiers saw many strange characters, but today a couple of men and women still let the city gate soldiers take a few more glances, the girl is not so beautiful. Qingcheng, the beauties in the capital are confusing to the eyes, she is at most a middle-aged figure, it is hard to remember, but the young monk next to the girl is not ordinary, the cassock is dyed red and green, which is rare in the capital. Only those who have great merits and virtues can wear it. An eminent monk, a young monk with red lips and white teeth, attracted a lot of attention along the way. Today, the imperial court is destroying Buddha, and the monk is no different from a mouse crossing the street. This young monk has a calm demeanor.
As he approached the city gate, he handed over two household certificates to the city guard that were different from those of ordinary people. The girl behind him tiptoed and grabbed a soft snowball that was not strong, jumped up and slapped it on his head, and many of them splashed onto the cassock. Inside the neckline, the little monk shivered from the cold, turned his head with a distressed expression, and the girl made a grimace. After the city guard took the certificate of transfer, he took a hard look at the young monk, not daring to make a mistake, and hurriedly reported it to the school captain of the city gate. After verification, he sent the gift into the city. Hey, this little monk is a serious lecturer in Liangchan Temple, and he is so young, who knows if he will be a Buddha in the future? Burning incense and worshiping the bodhisattva is sincere and spiritual. These city guards are all respectful and carefully escorting them, thinking in their hearts that they will have more Buddhist aura so that they can take them back to protect their families. The extermination of the Buddha is all the care of the court officials and lords. They are small fish and shrimps, but they can't afford to blame the Bodhisattvas.
Seeing that the girl was going to pinch snowballs by the side of the road again, the little monk asked with a bitter face, "Damn, you hit me when it started to snow. The snow has stopped. Haven't you hit enough yet?"
"Of course I won't hit you when it's enough. I need you to ask? Do you think you're stupid? Are you stupid?"
The little monk hugged his head and let her hit it.
"Don't stop!"
After finishing speaking, she went to pinch snowballs again, this time freeing up two in one breath.
Ben Nanbei bravely said: "I just have such a cassock. If it is dirty and washed, I will not be able to put it on for several days. It delays my going to the palace to give lectures. I am really angry."
"I made you angry."
"Makes you angry!"
There were two slaps, and the bald head of Ben Nanbei, who didn't dare to cover it with his hands, received two more snowballs.
Ben Nanbei rubbed his bald head, seeing her bulging cheeks, thought for a while, "Don't be angry."
The girl looked at him seriously, as if she was really not angry, which made her a little depressed, and ran to pinch the snowball again, jumped up with a smile, and clapped again.
Stupid Nanbei saw that she had a smiling face for the first time since the old abbot passed away, so he should really not be angry anymore.
Li Dongxi wiped his hands with his sleeves. He has been playing all the way these days, and he has been dealing with snow. His hands are red and swollen from the cold. Looking at the seemingly endless imperial road, he sighed and asked, "How do you think we can find Xu Fengnian?" Huh? I heard from my father that there must be a million people in the capital."
Ben Nanbei smiled brightly and said: "After entering the palace, I will ask for you."
"Can you do it?"
"OK!"
"If you can't find it, believe it or not, I will let you start snowballing from the gate behind us all the way to the gate at the other end?"
"I promise I can, but I don't know martial arts, so I can't roll such a big snowball."
"You are so stupid, can you be the host of our temple?"
"Oh, I'm also worried."
"Huh? Look, Rouge Shop!"
"Sad."
"Stupid Nanbei! Turn your head around and say, what are you worried about?"
"..."
"I make you worry! Stand still and don't move, I will shoot you to death!"
"Plum, plum, look, look, the rouge shop is about to close."
"Ah, hurry up!"