[Rat and Cat] Han Palace Autumn

Since Tang Lan returned to the team, she has been peacefully staying in the courtyard where the shadow guard lived and never came out. Although her martial arts skills are not high, as the emperor's shadow guard, she is still a shadow guard who is trusted by the emperor and is drawn into the emperor's confidant. The leader of the shadow guards, whatever he wants to know, even if there is any disturbance, he can't hide it from his eyes.

Therefore, he clearly knew how that young man who was as elegant as bamboo and as gentle as jade caused both sides to lose in the conflicts with the emperor again and again. He resisted the approach of the "master"—or the "enemy" in such a resolute and almost tragic way. He scarred himself as he had foreseen before, but he was as inflexible as a pine tree that was broken by the wind and rain, and became more tenacious. Even more tenacious.

He would often think of that person—he had noticed it before, and it was hard for anyone who really got along with him not to be attracted by that aura. The face of a fairy, but the unique temperament that is immersed in the bones and becomes more and more rounded with time. Even if one day the force disappears and the complexion fades, it will never be affected by the gentle and jade-like light. Like the lingering elegant tea fragrance on his body, he feels plain at first, but it is gradually unstoppable in the ignorant and unknowing relationship.

He knew that such a character, no matter how cruel the emperor used, he could never really stay by his side.His red and blue robes perfectly interpreted this person's character, bright and fierce, elegant and quiet, and the completely contradictory feelings perfectly blended in him, which also made him possess the unique tenacity and fierceness of these two colors, Never give in to any means.

Tang Lan sighed, and walked out of the house with the stove in hand. The plum blossoms in the yard had already bloomed, blooming this dazzling red in the snow... He remembered that he had accidentally heard him chatting with Bai Yutang in the Xiangyang Palace, and sighed: Mei Shi’s ingenious comment: Appreciating plums is to be cold, the colder the more fragrant, the colder the more elegant.When he said this, his two big cat eyes narrowed into a slit, as if he was recalling some lingering past, and let his mood flow in it... He smiled lightly, he clearly remembered the expression of that white mouse at that time, how could it be so different? Really noticed what he was talking about, obviously staring at that unusual lazy posture, of course, after that, as a gentleman, he stopped seeing or listening to evil, and kindly closed the courtyard door for them when he left .

Thinking about the fact that the stove in his hand had ruined the snow scene, he put it aside... Recently, I heard that he had another violent fight with the emperor. , the destruction of Gu insects and the backlash of Qi and blood, half the life of a person who had recovered with difficulty... He frowned. The two of them are together, how can they get along well? The emperor has been frowning for a few days, and the Xixia border is ready to move. If this continues, if something big happens, it will be a situation that no one wants to see.

——I can no longer stand on the sidelines, Tang Lan looked at the stagnant clouds in the sky, and secretly made up her mind, whether it was for him, for the emperor, or for Song, he could not watch things go on like this.

That person who is always dressed in dazzling white clothes... The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, remembering the unfinished meaning of the words that Zhan Zhao read to him on the way back to Beijing watching the rain disappearing from the window—"Hai Kuo Shan Yao, I don't know where is Xiaoxiang", what he really wanted to express should be in this sentence, the old Xiaoxiang... Hehe, isn't it the Baiyutang?

Tang Lan turned back and walked into the house. He also accidentally learned about the background of the third young master of Zhan Zhao's family from Xiangyang when they escaped. He did not report this matter to the king due to some inexplicable considerations. Now, it is really true. Can come in handy.

In the pure white snow, the scattered footprints were soon covered by uninterrupted heavy snow, only a heater next to the plum tree was still burning quietly, and the surrounding snow water melted and slowly seeped into it. Among the knotted roots, when the plum tree blooms, you may be able to smell the faint fragrance mixed with fireworks...

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Bai Yutang was sitting at the window of Shangmingxuan facing the street, gently stroking Moyu's kitten on Huaying's sword hilt, his whole body exuded a cold aura that no one should get close to, and a large open space was consciously given up around him , even the voice of the storyteller was a little lower than before.

Now Mr. Shangmingxuan dare not tell anything about Nanxia or Yumao, not to mention the frighteningly cold face of his young master, but the people in Kaifeng who learned the sad news after the emperor chased him down. I don't want to listen to the frown and smile in front of the nurse in red who will never appear.

On the day when the funeral was held in Kaifeng, the whole city was silent. The funeral procession was long and mighty, stretching all the way from the tomb outside the city to the government office in the city. The people cried until their eye circles were red and swollen, and they knelt down on the street and wept uncontrollably.

Zhan Hui, the owner of the Zhan family, and Bai Jintang of the Bai family also came in person. Zhan Yao stroked the giant que that Zhan Zhao left behind, and her heart was broken. She wanted hysterically to dig the King of Xiangyang out of the coffin and flog the corpse. The elder brother of the Zhan family also clenched tightly His teeth were closed, his eyes were reddened on his frozen face, and his knuckles were clenched.

However, Bai Yutang could not see any sad expression. Since that frantic night, there was no expression on his face. He was so firm in his belief that Zhan Zhao was still alive that other people tried their best to save him from the very beginning. His "perverted sanity" was so skeptical with a slight hope that the two largest families in the south of the Yangtze River jointly operated on the empty island, but three months passed, and there was still no trace of the person who disappeared. Desperate.

On the second day of Zhan Zhao's "funeral", Bai Yutang confessed to Zhan Hui his relationship with Zhan Zhao without warning. Wiping the blood dripping from his lips, he looked firmly into the eyes of the eldest brother of the Zhan family: "I, Bai Yutang, dare to act boldly, Mao'er and I love each other sincerely, other than that, we have not done anything wrong to our loved ones... Mao'er I cannot escape the blame for this catastrophe...Big brother, I will call you big brother after the cat, and I am telling you this, just to tell you that I have a life-and-death relationship with the cat. It's very serious, I will definitely get him back, and when the time comes, I hope that what you give is understanding and blessing."

Seeing that Zhan Hui remained silent, he bowed deeply, and then walked out in silence.

Zhan Hui was alone in the room for a while, speechless for a long time, when Bingcuo's face suddenly cracked, he shook his head and cursed with a smile: "This brat, he has the same reasoning - oh, I didn't expect to spend so much effort to pull the big one. Brothers and sisters, they are all taking advantage of the Bai family's rats for nothing... Tsk tsk, this business is a big loss..."

In fact, with the combined efforts of the three families, they should have discovered some clues earlier, but they were preconceived by Tang Lan, and they focused most of their attention on hunting down the royal family of Xiangyang. There has been no progress.

Bai Yutang carefully recalled the recent search and investigation, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out a clue. The fragrance of tea wafting in the cup always made Zhan Zhao's figure appear in his mind, thinking of him holding the pot to make tea for himself. While brewing a cup of clear tea, I thought of the lingering faint fragrance on his body, and thought of his appearance: indifferent, wise, sharp, gorgeous, and... when we met for the last time, he was covered in scars, weak and embarrassed—— He suddenly exerted force, the teacup in his hand shattered, shook his head vigorously, stood up a little shaky, and decided to go to the Liuyun Building where the Zhan family lived temporarily to see if there was any news.

In Liuyun Building, it was a tense scene at this time. To be precise, the Zhan family drew their swords out of their sheaths unilaterally, and they were very nervous, while the young man in Tsing Yi surrounded by them was holding a folding fan , a calm demeanor.

"Your Excellency provoked so much in Liuyun Tower, what's your business!" A man in charge shouted sharply holding a steel knife.

"Tsk tsk, the Zhan family is really a big business. In an important place in Gyeonggi, they openly threaten customers with weapons. It's really a big shop bullying customers, a big shop bullying customers..."

"You, don't spit blood!" The steward blushed, but he couldn't speak to him, "What do you want to do?"

"I have already said that if I want to talk to the person in charge, as long as I see it, I promise that I will not blame the 'Seven-day Broken Heart Powder' found in your meals, and I will give the antidote to the waiter How are you, little brother?" The young man said these words with a smile, but made a kind of guy very angry.

"You..." The steward was still trying to figure it out, but was suddenly interrupted by a cold but majestic voice.

"My friend, if you want to meet each other, you can just send a greeting card, so why use these low-handed tricks, no one can make people laugh." Zhan Hui walked down the stairs slowly, tall and straight, dressed in black The clothes were tied high and wrapped around his neck, making his face, which had recently turned pale due to worry, even more like a jade crown, making him look extraordinarily elegant and noble.

The man in Tsing Yi gave a tsk-tsk admiration: "It's really handsome and handsome, with outstanding character, it's really worthy of Zhan—"

"Tang Lan——? Why are you? What are you doing here!" Before he finished speaking, Bai Yutang, who entered from outside the door, grabbed his collar, his handsome face as cold as a Rakshasa was tense. ,"you……"

"Brother Bai, don't get excited. After all, we've met each other for a while. Why are you so nervous?" The man in Tsing Yi was of course Tang Lan. Or finding someone to send a message is much more reliable. It can accurately hit the vital point without the risk of being suspicious if the emperor finds out. It is simply the best.

Zhan Hui had already walked down, and his cold eyes like ice jade suddenly became a little excited: "Sir, what you just said...could it be...is it..." He heard Tang Lan's unfinished words, and instantly Grasping the key points, he walked up to Tang Lan and suddenly bowed to the ground, "If you have any news, sir, please let me know."

Tang Lan hurriedly jumped to the side, and reached out to help him up: "Hey, what are you doing, this is why you came here next day...Patriarch Zhan, oh, and Shaoxia Bai, can you speak for me?" He said Turning around, he threw a pack of medicine powder to the unlucky little boy, and smiled warmly, "Hey little brother, I'm really sorry just now, but the medicine you took is to clear your stomach... Cough cough, you After taking this antidote, you will be fine."

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Note: The evaluation about appreciating plums comes from Mr. Gu Long's "Heroes Without Tears"