when will i see you again

After the heavy snowfall at the New Year's Eve, the house and garden of the General's Mansion stretched for ten miles, covered in snow, and even with Shen Ruoguang's foot strength, it took a long time to get close to the main courtyard where Shen Qingjue lived in the General's Mansion.

Tired from running and jumping, he landed and sprinted. Even so, he moved very fast with his lightness kung fu. Shen Qingjue ordered her to follow Xie Bingyuan to guard secretly. Now Xie Bingyuan lived directly in the general. Under Shen Qingjue's nose, almost no one No one dared to break ground beside this woman who is also a vassal and general, so his task became to go out and do some unsightly things for Shen Qingjue.

Passing through the courtyard that was obviously a servant, he slowed down his pace and walked a little leisurely. The air was fresh and cold after the snow, and after moving for so long, his breathing became quicker and longer.

Suddenly, he found a unique fragrance from the air.Shen Ruoguang's body trembled, and his figure flashed to the door. The snow field immediately became empty. He gently pushed the door open, only to find that there was only a beautiful and weak boy sleeping inside.

Shen Ruoguang restored the door to normal, with shock written all over his usually indifferent face.

"What?!" Shen Qingjue stood up suddenly from his seat, "There is news of Meng returning to Qin?!"

Shen Ruoguang lowered his head and replied, "Yes, it's in the General's Mansion, around Chi Dongxia's room, and it may be brought or spread by people nearby."

Shen Qingjue clenched his fingers, frowned in vain, his back like a glow: "Move all the guards from the eight directions in the main courtyard around her room, hurry up!"

Shen Ruoguang was stunned for a moment, but still said yes.

"Don't startle the snake, let Shi Ling go and find out who has been around Chi Dongxia's residence these days."

"If you find someone suspicious, don't ask me, just take him down. If you don't come out of the trial, you will be left alive, and you will be locked up in the dungeon of the General's Mansion for a long time." Shen Qingjue returned to his usual coldness.

Shen Ruoguang: "Yes!"

After Shen Ruoguang went out to do errands, Shen Qingjue leaned against the window and looked out of the window again, narrowing his eyes slightly, very rarely angry.

She doesn't get angry very often, firstly because being angry can't solve any problems, and secondly because she is not used to being angry, because few people can get angry with her, and few people dare to be angry with her.

Those who have thunder in their chest and face like a flat lake can worship the general, Shen Qingjue can bear this sentence very much, most of the time she is calm and self-restraining, difficult to get close to, but now, this general has thunder in his chest.

Because Meng Huanqin moved Xie Bingyuan, and Xie Bingyuan was her life.

Xie Bingyuan went out this morning and met Wang Fuhai, who was temporarily living in the residential area in the north of the city after seeing Wuwanglou burned, and a group of beautiful girls from Wuwanglou before.

Although Xie Bingyuan is not as generous as a dandy, she still has some savings after doing business for many years. After the fire, she said that anyone who wants to leave doesn't have to wait for her to make a living by herself. It's just that these prostitutes are unwilling to come Looking for a living in other restaurants, they say that they are used to talking about the deep love between sisters on weekdays. Those who are sisters cannot leave their sisters, and those who are sisters cannot leave their sisters, so they built a big yard very lively.

Xie Bingyuan gave Wang Fuhai an envelope, chatted a few words about the restoration of Wuwanglou, and was about to leave. As soon as she went out, she was surrounded by sisters who came up.

"Boss Xie, I'm still used to living in the general's mansion. Does the mansion have the style of our Wuwanglou?"

"Xiaolan, you don't understand this. What is the General's Mansion? I'm afraid the mansion can run horses and raise fish, and the threshold is eight steps! Although our Wuwanglou is good, there is no comparison."

"What my sister said is that Boss Xie and the general are deeply in love, and we are also happy."

Xie Bingyuan faced so many Yingying whispers for a while, her face was calm, but she couldn't laugh or cry in her heart. She didn't like to make noise. Although she knew that these people were out of her heart, it took her a while to get away.

Shangfeng Xuegong is a school run by the city of Taijing, where the children of the waiting family and the children of wealthy merchants study and study. Most of the politically minded literati have died, and the rest are eclectic and less pedantic scholars. Unlike the courtiers and Chinese officials, most of these people do not have much dream of "entering the court as an official and returning to their hometown". A literati who is willing to be serious about learning.

The owner of Shangfeng Xuegong is a generation of Confucianism. His uninvolved and broad-minded attitude makes scholars all over the world admire Youjia. Because of him, although Shangfeng Xuegong does not have much protection from the imperial court, it still has a high reputation. It's not an exaggeration to go all over the world.

Although in the eyes of the civil servants, the palace lord is just a hysterical patient who spends time making fusses, does not have the duty of a scholar, and does not take the teachings of Confucius and Mencius in his eyes.

The palace lord fell asleep with his head covered every day after drinking. In his dreams, he traveled to the underworld for three thousand times. He was the only one in heaven and earth.

On this day, the palace lord woke up suddenly again, and when he was about to splash ink and write, he was interrupted by the apprentice rushing in from outside the door.

The palace lord slapped a big pen, put his hands on his hips, and vowed to have a verbal battle with this disciple who broke in rashly. It doesn't matter if he ruins other things. It would be a great presumptuousness to ruin his Huang Liang sentiment.

The palace lord has rolled up his sleeves.

"Palace Master... Thank you... Thank you, Young Master, for the epilogue!" The little apprentice ran all the way, and handed it over with an envelope, which seemed to be filled with thick gold.

"What?!" The palace lord blew his beard and stared, took two big strides and rushed up to take it very quickly and carefully, the funny movements did not have the demeanor of the great Confucianism in the world.

"The epilogue of "When will I meet the man in my dream again"! As long as I live! As long as I live!"

The palace lord trembled a little while holding the stack of papers in his hand, if it wasn't for the fear of tears and snot, it seemed that he would burst into tears soon.

"You go out! After I finish copying it, you can tell my ineffective students to take a good look at it, and then send it to the prime minister and His Highness!"

Apart from him, the prime minister and Xiao Liyang also approached him in private and asked him if he knew Mr. Xie. As the master of Shangfeng Xuegong, he was at a loss.

An hour later, the apprentice hurriedly handed over the Palace Master's handwritten postscript to Her Highness the Princess. Xiao Liyang read it before she had time to eat. After reading it, she let out a long sigh. Even though it was a kind and happy story, she couldn't help crying.

In the past, countless people asked for the postscript of "When", Mr. Xie acted recklessly, he just didn't write it, and now he doesn't know how to get it up. These days, a piece of writing has been thrown into the deep water of the literary world, causing thousands of waves. Xiao Liyang thought he was talking about it himself. As a result, Mr. Xie has been chanting Xie Ling in Xie Bingyuan's ear for the past few days, Xie Bingyuan could only smile wryly.

After Luo Yang led his troops to Youzhou, he really did not leave the city. The Mu Dynasty gave a sigh of relief, but the few people who carried the tripod were different from ordinary courtiers, and they worked harder to plan ahead. Well, Shen Qingjue has been paying close attention to the movements of these two places recently, and she will never let go of any disturbance, let alone such a big move by the enemy country.

Maybe after the year, time flies by, the hourglass keeps flowing, and before you know it, it is the Lantern Festival.

The new emperor congratulated the New Year for the first time when he ascended the throne, so he acquiesced in the lantern festival in Taijing City, and his own officials organized it. The relatives of the palace held a poetry meeting and convened scholars from all walks of life. It can be said that it was the most lively Lantern Festival in more than ten years.

On this day, it was already evening when Shen Qingjue finished his government affairs, and the city's Chinese lanterns were first lit, and the journey back to her residence from the palace was very lively, not to mention the scene of small merchants and hawkers gathering in the lantern market, and all the lanterns were lit.

She didn't like these lively scenes at first, but when she thought of going with Xie Bingyuan, she felt a rare itch in her heart. After the sun fell, she changed into casual clothes and tied up her long hair with a hairpin like an ordinary woman.

She knocked lightly on the door, but no one responded, and stood for a while, but there was still no sound, so she guessed that she had gone out.Shen Qingjue walked into the house, put on the fox fur that Xie Bingyuan made for her, picked up the oil umbrella and went out.

It’s good to know the season of snow. On the day of Shangyuan Festival, it fell again, but today’s snow fell more slowly, slowly filling the whole sky.

There was no one around in the mansion, probably finished the day's work early, and went to watch the lights or rest.

Xie Bingyuan was half-kneeling on a fairly open ground, there were no weeds around, this forest was bare, and looked a bit desolate, it was near the back garden, so few people came here.

She was wearing a white plain dress with a crimson robe over it. Xie Bingyuan half-kneeled in the snow, her hood covering her long hair. Two white candles were lit in front of her, and with the breeze blowing, she slowly Putting the yellow paper into a burning copper basin, the fire flickered, making her shadow a little longer.

Xie Bingyuan's eyes were slightly moist, and there was a road lantern next to her hand. She put the yellow paper one by one into the copper basin, and the fire became more and more intense. When snowflakes approached her, they were melted by the brazier, turning into water and sticking to her face. superior.

Even so, some snowflakes still fell on her body, it seemed that these small fires were always useless in the face of the snow all over the sky.

Today is her master's birthday, the Lantern Festival, she is always used to worship and worship, year after year until now, it is always strange not to come.

She handed over two more pieces of paper, but there was no snowflakes falling on the top of her head. It turned out that the snow had stopped at some point. The jaw dropped.

The firelight reflected the white clothes and red hats, and the water was shining brightly, which was better than the lanterns all over the city.

Shen Qingjue didn't know when he stood beside her, covering her with an umbrella.She naturally knew her habit of worshiping her master on the Lantern Festival every year, so she held an umbrella and walked here by feeling all the way.

"Don't cry..." Shen Qingjue knelt down slowly, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and gently wiped the water stains on her face.

"It's not tears." Xie Bingyuan was a little unnatural, but she still obediently waited for her to wipe her face clean.

Shen Qingjue was a little bit, very light and gentle.

"I know, it's snow water." Shen Qingjue also answered very seriously, and the two stood up, holding umbrellas and standing beside the fire.

"Today is the master's birthday. In the past, I spent it with her every year. She didn't want me to have anything to do with Hou Men. Now I have betrayed her orders."

Xie Bingyuan's tone was as usual, as if she had seen all the joys and sorrows.

"Your master must also be a strange woman. I will build a yard in the future, so I don't have to walk so far to worship, and I don't need to kneel in the snow and let my knees get cold."

"it is good"

The only response to her was Xie Bingyuan's short word.

"Blind mother-in-law blind mother-in-law, don't you wear a mask today?"

The little girl who bought candied haws put on a new dress, happily saying, "You don't have to pretend you can't see it!"

"Hmm." The blind mother-in-law slowly tore off the rough and sallow skin on her face, revealing the skin inside. Although there were wrinkles on her face, she looked only in her 40s, which did not match her actual age at all. It's a different person from the previous appearance.

She took off the coarse cotton gown, straightened up, graceful and luxurious.As she raised her waist, it seemed that the dry oil lamp in the house was also dimmed by three points.

"Wow... the blind mother-in-law looks like a different person..."

The old woman smiled, "Today is her birthday, I don't dare to go ugly, but I'm afraid that I don't have many days, I'm old and look bad, and I'm afraid she will dislike me."

She went out with the lantern and food box.