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With the sound of firecrackers a year old, the spring breeze sent warmth to Tusu.

The 11th year of Xuanxi was a year of peace and tranquility, the weather was smooth, the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful, and in a harmonious and harmonious environment, the Spring Festival of Xuanxi's [-]th year came as expected.

Xinghui and Su Lang both stayed in the imperial capital this year during the Chinese New Year, and Lishan Road was one of them. What's more, Xinghui did something in Wanzhou that made the owner of the Eastern Capital dissatisfied. Dad was in a gunpowder mouth, and he was rushed to be cleaned up, not to mention that Chu Heng, who could have blocked him, would probably be in danger in front of the land master. Otherwise, why didn't he write to him since he returned to Lishan?If you go back, you will definitely not dare to go back, so you should just stay in the imperial capital honestly.

As for why Su Lang didn't go back to Yinghai City, it was actually because Xinghui didn't go back to Lishan. He was worried that the little young master who was assigned to warm his bed to pay off his debts would be alone in the first year in the imperial capital. I couldn't bear it, so I simply didn't go back, the two of them made do with it.

The creditor celebrates the New Year with the debtor, which can be regarded as a maverick, so it's not funny.

There was nothing going on in the palace since the 23rd and [-]th of the new year, and the two of them lived in Duke Ying's mansion, and together with the housekeeper Yu Bo, the cook Aunt Yu and others, they bought new year's goods and cleaned the house. You can't wait to eat, you have to give them a hand to help them, to get a little bit of youth or something, in fact, it's just adding to the chaos and making the house crazy, but no one dares to push them out easily, but this The two of them still had no self-knowledge and thought that they were very capable. In the end, Aunt Yu asked them to come and fry fruit and steam pastries with her, and they settled down. Waiting to eat hot food, the name is to try the taste.

The New Year's Eve soon arrived amidst the noise, and that morning, when Xinghui was still in bed, Su Lang had already woken up.The room was lit with silver frost charcoal, making it warm and comfortable. Xing Hun huddled under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes and half of his fingers. Seeing that he woke up, Su Lang went to the cabinet to get a new set of clothes for him.

The clothes are naturally Ji Guang brocade, there is no way, according to Su Lang, their family is too rich, it will be uncomfortable not to spend more, if you are not used to being with him, you have to get used to it.

Xinghui looked straight at Su Lang, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and moved his eyes following Su Lang's figure, but he didn't want to get up at all.

Su Lang obviously sensed the gaze following him closely behind him, turned his head and smiled: "What are you doing staring at me, get up soon, it's time to change the door god's nailed peach charm."

Xinghui rolled his eyes around, but didn't speak, seeing Su Lang walking towards the bed, he also retracted a small piece of finger that was exposed outside.

Su Lang put the clothes in his hand beside the bed, gently rubbed Xinghui's face: "Get up, don't stay in bed anymore, huh?"

Xinghui let him knead, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "It's cold outside, and the bed is too warm, I can't get up."

"Cold? Then who insisted on reading the storybook after washing his feet last night, and didn't put on his clothes or shoes, saying that he wasn't afraid of the cold?"

Xing Hui shrank back, slipped a little under the quilt, and muttered softly: "I don't know..."

Su Lang laughed out loud: "I don't know? Well, let me think about it, who said last night that his bed was cold and he wanted to be with Brother Su Lang..."

The footsteps of the servants outside gradually approached, Xinghui's cheeks and earlobes turned red, and he sat up straight away, interrupting Su Lang's words: "I'll get up, I'll get up!"

Su Lang nodded in satisfaction, and leaned against Xinghui's ear again, with a little warm air brushing against Xinghui's earlobe, and said softly: "Hey, be obedient, and I will let you sleep in my arms at night."

Xing Hui's face was a little redder than the clothes he wore on New Year's Eve and Yuan Ri in his hand.

On New Year's Eve and Yuan Day, Tu Jiqing wore red, and Xinghui had fair skin, so he could wear this color, but he and Su Lang both wore red. When standing together, Xinghui felt that something was wrong, but Unexpectedly harmonious and eye-catching, it is not against harmony at all.

Opening the door with firecrackers, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, and the palace also bestowed New Year's gifts and blessings. The New Year's Eve that the two spent together was cold but not deserted.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers, the day passed quickly. After the New Year's Eve dinner, Xinghui and Su Lang wanted to watch the new year together.There is no night ban on New Year's Eve today, the long street outside the mansion is brightly lit, and the alley is empty for thousands of people, neither of them want to join in the excitement of the crowds outside drinking the cold wind, so they stayed at home, just sitting and sitting, Su Lang took Xinghui to go Enjoy the flowers in the warm pavilion in the backyard.

*

Thousands of miles away, the Guangling Long Street is full of dancing fish and dragons, and the lights are brilliant. Only the green plum blossoms on the corner of the street are quietly blooming in the bustling and festive atmosphere.

Two people wearing thick cloaks and hats walked quickly from the corners on both sides of the street, avoiding the crowd. The moment they passed by each other, the man in black suddenly stretched out his gloved hand and brushed away what should have been a stranger. Plum blossoms fell from the shoulders of the acquainted white-robed man, and his voice was low and indistinguishable: "Lishandong Jun Chuheng."

He said, Dongjun Chu Heng, not Dongjun Ji Wuyue.

Chu Heng's footsteps stopped abruptly, his eyes under the half-shaped mask suddenly shrank, the coolness spread from the tip of his toes to the top of his heart, he turned his head sideways: "Mahayana."

The face of the person under the hood was completely covered by a mask, and he was covered in a large black robe from head to toe, even the fingertips were no exception.

"We will meet again." He was not surprised that Chu Heng saw through his realm at a glance, gave a low laugh, and said slowly: "Ah Yue."

In the next moment, the person was already on the roof of a building ten feet away, and disappeared into the vast night with a few wrong steps.

The Mahayana imprint shone brightly on Chu Heng's shoulders, as if it was deliberately for him to see. The soft light reflected in his eyes only for a moment, and then dissipated in the cold wind with the laughter and laughter of the crowd in the distance, as if it had never been seen. existed.

The seal of Ye Jianwei, the lord of the Eastern Capital.

Chu Heng's heart sank completely, his limbs and bones seemed to be swept by the frosty wind of the twelfth lunar month, and the cold reached his bones.

*

The warm pavilion is built in the center of the plum garden, with glass windows on all sides, so it is not cold in winter.At this moment, a stove was built in the pavilion, and two liang of Tusu wine was warmed, waiting for two elegant and leisurely people.

The plum blossoms in the backyard are blooming just right. As soon as you step into the plum garden, you can smell the faint fragrance. Clusters of red plums bloom fiercely against the dim stone lanterns in the corner of the garden.

The two walked through the plum grove, the wind blowing and the plums blooming and falling, the fluttering petals sprinkled on their bodies, and the clothes and faces were all stained with light fragrance.

Xinghui took the plum branch that Su Lang folded for him to put in the vase from Su Lang's hand, and carefully put it in his arms.

They walked slowly for a while, Su Lang took Xinghui's hand, and suddenly rose to the ground, stepping on the fallen flowers flying in the air, accompanied by the gentle starlight and plum fragrance, passed by many flower shadows, and landed in the garden On the corner of the warm pavilion.

The fireworks of the New Year's Eve in the imperial capital exploded behind him in the distance. Su Lang turned around slowly with Xinghui, and saw the fire, trees, silver flowers and flowers in the sky in the distance, with countless streamers in his eyes. Su Lang turned his head, and his voice was soft but firm: " Every year has its present.”

Xinghui was slightly stunned, clenched the plum blossom branch in his hand, looked into Su Lang's eyes, as if making a promise that he would never regret it, solemnly and firmly: "every year there is a present."

The fire trees and silver flowers are not in the night, Su Lang's eyebrows are stretched, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, plum blossoms are flying around the two of them, and the fireworks are blooming in the distance. It is the person with the heart, and the inner breath of Guiyijing flows out from the sea of ​​qi in the dantian and flows through the seven meridians and eight meridians.

Xinghui looked at his elder brother Su Lang who had just returned to the country, and squeezed the palm of his creditor, what to do, the daughter-in-law he promised to the Lord of the Eastern Capital is about to disappear, and the person beside him is about to grow in his heart I'm on it, I can't give up anymore.

There is a present every year.

There is a present every year.

The author says:

It's a daily chapter, let's just make do with it together, and it's still close.Can the young master still afford 3000 taels of gold?It must be repayable, but the creditor doesn't want to collect it, and the debtor just doesn't want to pay it back. The so-called tacit understanding and like-mindedness.