Huamo

After the war was raging, the flags died down, but the people here were as happy as a child who got candy.In the year of auspicious snow, the common people are so simple. They only know rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, but they don't know the place called "Bianling" in the west. Every day and night, they are experiencing blood and blood.

It was a place of devouring people.

The most elegant and unique building in Mirage City is a wooden pavilion located in Mixue Mountain in the east. It faces south from the foot of the mountain to the side of the mountain. Terraces and pavilions, waterside pavilions and bridges, every wood carving pattern is exquisitely carved, every decoration is elegant and elegant, the sandalwood pavilions in the pavilion, and the clear spring of the mountain stream falls from the side of the wooden pavilion, forming a gurgling sound.

Aoki, back to the spring, listening to the wind, enjoying the snow, watching the sea, the elegant rhyme is lingering.

The owner of this wooden pavilion is Lian Heng, the son of Baiye Villa who is well-known in the world. He is familiar with business at the age of seventeen and manages hundreds of shops in Baiye Villa all over the country.

I came to Mirage City two years ago, but within half a year, I have become a famous person here, winners and losers, although some people are afraid of him, some people admire him, and some people hate him.

Lian Heng's favorite place to stay for a long time is the Nianqiu Pavilion, which can overlook the seashore. Three sides face the sea and one side faces the house. There is only one screen in the pavilion. Green bamboo orchid crack stone pattern.

In the middle of winter, drink tea and enjoy the snow in front of this case, see all the flying flowers falling, snow flakes all over the sky, or watch the sea and feel happy, happy and carefree. Although there is no snow and winter sun today, the flowers are withered and miserable. The miserable situation is not in Lian Heng's consideration.

In the early morning, the sky was bright and the morning mist had not dissipated. Lian Heng was still wearing the noble iris-colored fox fur. His jet-black hair was tied up with silver buckles. It was elegant. His brown pupils looked like A deep spinning dream, revealing the stubbornness and nostalgia of childhood.

Ding dong, ding dong.

The fragrance of tea is lingering, the heat is lingering, the jade ring on the finger and the celadon hit each other, and there is a clear and clear sound, the rhythm is slow, loud and faint, accompanied by a sigh that seems to be nothing, short and bitter.

"Good tea..." His voice was unbelievably gentle, he sighed softly and put down the teacup, his bewildered gaze fell into the distance.

It was the shore of the East China Sea, where merchant ships came and went, and businessmen flocked in a continuous stream, and the most eye-catching thing on the seashore was a magnificent ship named "King Mirage". All merchant ships on this shore.

"Phantom King..." Lian Heng was thoughtful.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his early forties walked slowly and stopped three steps away from the screen. He was dressed in a deep blue fleece and said respectfully, "Master."

"Uncle Mo, come in and talk about something, and drink a cup of tea to drive away the cold." Lian Heng drank the tea in the cup, and the hot air blurred his handsome facial features.

"Yes, master." Mo Qiaozhi nodded, took off his shoes and walked behind the screen, looking at the handsome and extraordinary young man in front of him, he couldn't help smiling lovingly, "Young master is in a good mood today."

"It's been a lot cold recently, can Uncle Mo's body still hold up?" Lian Heng smiled lightly, his lively eyes seemed to be able to speak, bringing a little softness to the handsome facial features.

"Young Master, I'm sorry to bother you. This subordinate is doing very well." Mo Qiaozhi nodded repeatedly, and took the tea that Lian Heng handed over.

"Let's talk about anything."

"The first emperor passed away, and the great prince Gongsun Qigong failed."

"Bian Ling really doesn't stop for a moment." Lian Heng said calmly.

"Last month's account books have been sent from all over the country, and the young master can have a look at them."

"Well, let's put it in my study, I'll read it later." Lian Heng sighed softly, and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"Is the young master tired?" Mo Qiaozhi asked worriedly.

"I'm used to it." Lian Heng frowned and looked at the sea in the distance, his sharp eyes shot at the big ship like ice skates and long swords, "Uncle Mo, did you find out who built the 'Phantom King'? "

"I only know that it was made by a wealthy businessman for his wife, but my subordinates feel that it must be not that simple." Mo Qiaozhi said firmly.

"The more you can't find it, the more strange it is." Lian Heng said wearily, his eyes gradually lost his focus.

"Master feels tired, why don't you go back to Baiye Mountain Villa..." Mo Qiaozhi suggested, he really felt sorry for this 17-year-old boy, who had to leave home to manage so many shops at such a young age.

"But Master wants me to stay here for three years before I can go back." Lian Heng said a little unnaturally, but he could hear a childlike complaint and grievance.

"Mister is too cruel." Mo Qiaozhi shook his head and said.

Lian Heng smiled wryly, got up and walked to the railing and leaned gently, facing the sea, youthful melancholy whistling like this cold wind, invading the air bit by bit, like ink splashed on rice paper.

"Subordinates retire."

"En." Lian Heng replied lightly, looking at the bustling merchant ships in the distance, even though his family is rich and wealthy, his heart is empty.

He took out a simple and elegant sachet, took out the contents and put it in the palm of his hand. His deep eyes were full of deep thoughts like rolling waves, and even a little bit of love that he didn't even notice, like spring seedlings. As long as jump up.

It was a crescent-colored ribbon, so elegant,

"Master, I know that this disciple misses you very much, really misses you."

It's windy, snowy and cold, how are you?

"Come here." Lian Heng said suddenly.

"Yes, sir."

"Depart for Baiye Villa tomorrow."

The next day.

The sky is snowing quietly, the carriages are busy, and the ruts run over the plum grove snow field, and they are approaching the place called "Bianling" little by little. Baiye Villa is Baiye Mountain located in the eastern suburb of Bianling.

"Master, we'll be here in half an hour." Mo Qiaozhi said happily as he drove the carriage.

"Okay." Lian Heng replied happily, and opened the curtain to look out at a plum grove outside. What he saw was blood-stained thorn red, and the tip of his nose was fragrant. He remembered leaving Baiye Mountain Villa to go to mirage two years ago. The city also passed through this plum grove. At that time, the plum blossoms had not yet bloomed...

"Xiaomo, tell me something, you haven't been back to Baiye Mountain Villa for two years." Mo Qiaozhi touched a silent man who was driving a carriage with him and said.

"Ah."

"I said you kid." Mo Qiaozhi shook his head and tsk tsk. This man named Fu Moyi escaped to Baiye Mountain Villa many years ago. His appearance cannot be restored, so he wears half a white mask to cover it up.

"Hey—there seems to be someone in front." Fu Moyi suddenly stopped the carriage, looked at the front with cold eyes, and was on guard.

"Don't make a fuss." Lian Heng was in good spirits, and he jumped out of the carriage leisurely. He was dressed in a lake green fleece with exquisite patterns, elegant but also extravagant.

"Be careful." Fu Moyi watched the disturbances around him vigilantly, he could feel a trace of powerful true energy here.

"Your young master, I am not a frail scholar." Lian Heng tutted.

Since returning to Bian Ling, Lian Heng's whole body seemed to be bathed in sunshine, like a young man who came out of the gloom, regaining his due vitality and cheerfulness.

"Master, do you want to admire the plum blossoms here?" Mo Qiaozhi asked suspiciously. Seeing that Lian Heng had regained his mood, he was relieved a lot. Two years ago, the husband entrusted this young master to him and told him to take good care of it. Now it is not up to expectations.

"You guys wait here, I'll come back when I go." Lian Heng sniffed here and there, like a little mouse, he always felt a lingering scent of wine among the fragrance of plum blossoms, so he was alone after he put down his words Take a stroll to the depths of the Merlin.

"Hey Xiaomo...Let the young master go play for a while." Mo Qiaozhi blocked Fu Mo who wanted to keep up with the protection, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Lian Heng's rather relaxed and happy back lovingly.

"The young master has not been this happy for two years."

Bian Ling seems to be Xue's true love. After two consecutive days of heavy snow, the world is covered by a layer of silvery white snow, quiet and peaceful.The plum-red petals hung in the air, and the small petals spun a few times, and were suddenly hung up by a gust of wind, smart and lovely, reflecting the white snow, like a dream.

Falling plums in February, like blood, seem to be scorching hot from the blood, with a beauty that envies others, and the plums are dependent on each other, growing one by one on the snow in a patchwork, just like "Entering the world coldly picks the red snow to go, leaving The fragrance of dust cuts purple clouds."

In the place where blood once flowed in the white snow, wintersweet is growing luxuriantly. For 18 years, the wintersweet here has bloomed more enthusiastically and magnificently and coquettishly every year.People say that Umedai is loyal and elegant, the ice branches are tender green, the shadows are elegant, the flowers are beautiful, the fragrance is pleasant, and the flowering period is early. This is really true.

In the vast universe, the fluffy white snow flakes meet the bright red spring plums, the world is hazy, the snow white and the bright red complement each other, decorating this wintersweet forest like a beautiful palace in heaven, which cannot be disturbed.

Appreciate plums, read plums, read plums, beautiful as plums,

It was a thatched kiosk covered with snow, and a wine warming stove was placed on a simple small table, with a faint aroma of wine, mixed with the fragrance of the surrounding plums, elegant and pure.

There was a man sitting alone in front of the case, wearing a moon-white fleece coat, with clear and elegant features but with a bit of a chilling heart, he was better than the plum on the snow, he slowly stirred the hot wine with a spoon in his hand, cooked the wine and warmed the stove The hot air dissipates the coldness of the thatched pavilion.

Suddenly the wind blew the plum blossoms, and a few ruined fallen flowers fell on the snow, and then a black shadow knelt in front of the thatched pavilion and clasped its fists, saying, "Master An, the matter between Gongsun Qi and Gongsun Rong has been settled."

"It's a pity." The calm and windless voice floated out of the man's mouth, but it scared the kneeling man in black into a cold sweat.

"Lord An, forgive me, my subordinate..."

"Unfortunately, it's too comfortable to let them die." The man sneered