Sir, I can do it!

The dark night sky is criss-crossed with clouds and clouds, like a splash-ink landscape painting.The mist hides the hazy moonlight, revealing the faint light.The old locust tree in the yard rustled, mixed with the clear sound of insects.

The gentle breeze brought the fragrance of plum blossoms, Zhan Yi lying on the roof sniffed, and suddenly felt that the empty and deserted Nanfu seemed a little more human.

Just as he was closing his eyes and resting his mind, and adjusting his internal breath, suddenly a choking smell of smoke wafted over, which almost made his breathing disorder.Zhan Yi quickly regained his focus, took a closer look, and saw thick smoke billowing from the kitchen in the backyard. If he hadn't had excellent night vision, he wouldn't have noticed Chang Sun Ke who was dressed in black under the thick smoke.

Zhan Yi was startled, he whistled quickly, and summoned all the officials who were still in Nanfu to rush to the kitchen to put out the fire.

Changsun Ke is serious in his daily life and has a cold face all year round. At this time, he has been smoked by thick smoke, and his face is as black as the bottom of a pot.Zhan Yi didn't dare to go forward, and only asked in a low voice within the area he thought was safe: "My lord, are you alright?"

Changsun Ke frowned, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't hear Zhan Yi's words.After a while, he seemed to find the crux of the matter again, and his brows gradually relaxed again.

He carried the remaining plum petals and walked away. When he passed by Zhan Yi, he said expressionlessly, "Take care of this place."

Zhan Yi carefully followed Chang Sun Ke's back, and found that his family's adults walked lightly, like a peacock with its tail open.Then look at his family headed straight to Xikua courtyard with a basket, and he thought he was going to harm the kitchen of Xikua courtyard again.

He turned his head and waved his hand, and ordered: "Send a few people to the Xikua courtyard, prepare firefighting things, hide them far away, and don't let your lord find out."

Zhan Yi rubbed his hands together, secretly poking and wondering if his lord had luck?Feeling the cool evening breeze with the smell of fireworks, he sighed: "Spring is here!"

Huo Bo'er lit another lamp, took small steps, and carefully placed the lamp on the shelf next to the desk.

The candles in the room were brightly lit, reflecting Wei Zhao's eyes as clear as oasis.He writes like a god, with no distractions, and is very focused on splashing ink on the rice paper.

Huo Bo'er glanced at the sky and yawned lowly.

"Young master, it's too late, I'm tired of my eyes, let's draw again tomorrow."

Wei Zhao acted as if he was unknown, and continued to concentrate on painting until the last line was drawn. He threw away the pen gracefully, and carefully dried the wet ink.

"Huo Bao'er, come and have a look, how about your young master and my painting skills?"

Huo Bao'er rubbed his eyes, saw the person in the painting, and immediately jumped: "Master Supervisor!"

Wei Zhao smiled brightly: "Look carefully."

Huo Bo'er hesitated and took a small step forward.

Wei Zhao laughed at him: "This man won't run out of the painting, what are you afraid of?"

Huo Baoer said aggrievedly: "Master Supervisor has a cold face all day long, he is scarier than the door god."

Wei Zhao tasted the painting, nodded with a smile: "Indeed, this person doesn't need to speak harshly, just standing there can make people feel intimidated, even that Hong Wangba of Beifu is inferior to him. If you hang this painting on the My son's bedroom will definitely be able to settle down and keep the house safe!"

Huo Bao'er let out an 'ah', and said with a bitter face: "Our Hou Mansion has Lord Hou here, which brat dares to come here."

Wei Zhao tapped him on the forehead: "You are so courageous, when will you be like me."

Huo Bo'er is naturally timid, but he feels that as the young master's personal servant, his task is arduous and great. It is just to look at a painting, and besides, the supervisor does not eat people.

He set his sights on the portrait, and had to say that although his young master was not doing his job properly, he was extremely intelligent.Others have been studying things for a long time, but the young master only needs to think a little bit to figure out the key.

It's just that the young master has a lively temper and is unwilling to take the time to learn. The old lady and Lord Hou spoiled him and never criticized him.Outsiders only know that his young master is an ignorant dude, but Huo Baoer knows that the young master is the smartest person in the world.

"Young Master's painting is very good, as if the supervisor is right in front of you." Huo Bao'er looked at it carefully, and then said after a while: "However, the supervisor in the painting does not look so fierce. His eyebrows are clear, and his eyes seem to be like... There are stars. It's like the iceberg beauty has melted!"

Then he frowned again: "Master, why do you want to draw Mr. Supervisor, don't you really want to..."

Wei Zhao carefully unfolded the painting shop, picked up a pen and wrote a few small characters on both sides of the portrait, and took a moment to glance at Huo Bao'er: "Why, can't it?"

Huo Bao'er whispered: "... Bao'er is not very optimistic about the young master this time."

Wei Zhao raised his eyebrows: "It's rare for my son to meet someone he likes, and he will be taken down sooner or later."

"Then Young Master Qin..."

"Hey! Yusheng and I are friends of gentlemen, and it's Huobaoer who you think is so dirty."

Huo Bao'er: ...Young master didn't seem to say that at the time.

"Come on, it's getting late, your young master, I'm going to bed."

When Huo Bao'er heard this, she hurriedly prepared to wash things.As soon as the door is pushed open, a cool breeze blows, bringing with it cold water droplets.

"Master, it's raining, but it's still sunny in the evening."

"There is rain on the vernal equinox, which is a good year, a good thing!"

"The young master still knows about farming?"

"Go to Xiahe Village during the day, and listen to the mutterings of the villagers passing by."

Wei Zhao picked up the painting, walked to the inner bedroom, hung the painting on the bedside where he could see it when he opened his eyes, pointed to the nose of Chang Sun Ke in the portrait and said excitedly: "Bingshan Beauty, my young master will have a day sooner or later." I want to heat you up!"

Before the last kitchen in Nanfu was burned, Changsun Ke finally made a box of plum blossom crisps.

He picked up a piece, broke it, chewed it, and under Zhan Yi's astonished gaze, said indifferently: "It's not poisonous, it can be eaten."

Zhan Yi stammered a little: "Big, big, big, you made this to eat yourself?"

Changsun Ke glanced at him and said nothing.When he passed by him, he stopped suddenly, pointed to the remaining half of plum blossom cakes on the stove: "Taste and see how it tastes."

Zhan Yi felt even more horrified.Not to mention that his lord is very 'gentle' tonight, but the food he made after burning three kitchens...is it really edible? !

However, my lord has tasted all kinds of poisons since I was a child, and my tongue is so strong. If my lord says it's not poisonous, I'll try it for my lord.After all, it is something made by an adult himself, and it is his blessing to be able to eat it, at worst, it would just be a few more trips to the toilet.

This mental struggle took only a moment, and Zhan Yi had already put the plum blossom crisps into his mouth and tasted them carefully.

"Fragrant fragrance at the entrance, tender and soft, sweet but not greasy, the fragrance stays on the lips and teeth, and the aftertaste is very..."

"simply say."

"good to eat!"

Chang Sun Ke was quite proud, but he didn't show it in front of his subordinates, so that when Zhan Yi looked at Chang Sun Ke, he thought the corner of his family's mouth was cramping.

"My lord, it's raining outside, I will hold an umbrella for you."

Changsun Ke refused coldly: "It's just light rain." He put on his hood and walked slowly in the rain with a food box.

Zhan Yi didn't react until he turned out of the gate of Nanfu. "Who are you going to see when you go out with the food box so late at night? Could it be that the spring of your lord is here!"

He shivered involuntarily, wondering which family's girl was so unlucky to be spotted by his adults.

It was already midnight, and it was raining again, and the long street was deserted.The figure of Changsun Ke appeared stubborn and lonely in the dark and long alley.

He has walked this road for many years, from Nanfu to Zhen Guohou's Mansion, he can find it with his eyes closed.Thinking about it carefully, it has been twelve years.

Everything is the same as before.

He still likes to ride the quilt when he sleeps, and he still wants to light a lamp in the corner of the house.

The dim candlelight flickered quietly, but Chang Sun Ke's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if thinking of some unpleasant memories.

He gently put the food box on the table, walked slowly to Wei Zhao's bed, looked at it quietly for a while, and then tied a red rope around Wei Zhao's wrist.Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes were attracted by a portrait on the bedside.

The corners of Chang Sun Ke's tight lips curved slightly.

In the portrait, the man is dressed in black, tall and handsome, his brows and eyes are less cold and cold, and more spring breeze is warm.

And when his eyes touched the small characters on both sides of the portrait, the corners of Changsun Ke's mouth drooped again in an instant.

settle down!

town house! !

keep us safe! ! !

Sleeping Wei Zhao suddenly shivered, sniffed, and hugged the quilt even tighter.

Changsun Ke breathed a sigh of relief, dissipated a little bit of anger accumulated just now, took the brocade quilt on the low couch beside him and covered Wei Zhao, his eyes fell on Wei Zhao's handsome face and paused slightly.

The roundness of childhood has faded away, and now Wei Zhao's facial features are more refined and angular, with picturesque eyebrows.

Chang Sun Ke still remembers that 12 years ago, the young man in brocade clothes had shining eyes and said to him in an old-fashioned tone: "My dear brother, I love you so much!"

In light rainy weather, the air is moist and mixed with the fragrance of soil.Changsun Ke jumped onto the roof, with the dark clouds behind him, and the cold raindrops fell on his body, which made him feel refreshed, and even the clouds didn't look so depressing.

He lightly stroked the red rope on his wrist that had accumulated traces of time, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if the seed that had been buried in his heart for many years finally broke out of the ground against the spring breeze and drizzle, without any scruples.