Placid Chang'an

On the day Su Cen left, the first snow in winter fell in Chang'an City.

With a slight "squeak", a small door of Changle Square opened a small crack, and there was no other movement except for a little bit of snow on the branches.

A figure came out of the door, accompanied by the waning moon in the sky, leaving a string of lonely footprints, and slowly disappeared into the vast snow and mist.

He came two years ago with a youthful spirit, but now that he is exhausted and exhausted, it is time to leave.

He left an altar of Huang Lu Shao in his room, and Ah Fu and Qu Ling'er would find out when they woke up, which was a fulfillment of the promise to Qu Ling'er that day.There were also two pieces of paper pressed under the wine jar, one was the deed of the house in Chang'an City, and it was left to Qu Ling'er. Although he and Qi Lin fell in love with each other, they should have a place of their own again, and this house was given to him Just as a dowry.There is also a contract of sale for Ah Fu, to return him free, and he will no longer be someone's servant since then.

The gate of Chang'an City came at the right time, Su Cen looked back for the last time, and the vast snow fell, covering Zhuque Street, Liangshi Lifang, and the roof of Huae Xianghui Building.

His Chang'an City was finally frozen in this heavy snow. It was frozen and frozen, and the gate slammed shut and could not be opened again.

Qu Ling'er was woken up by the rustling sound of the broom sweeping the floor. When she opened the door, she saw a heavy snowfall. Ah Fu was clearing a small path while the snow stopped.

Qu Ling'er regained her spirits immediately, wrapped herself in cotton clothes and rushed out of the room, grabbed a handful of snow, made a snowball, and slammed it forward, hitting Ah Fu on the forehead.

"What are you doing?!" Ah Fu raised his head in embarrassment, and sure enough, he saw a big red spot on his forehead.

Qu Ling'er leaned against a tree and smiled, the snow fell from the branches, messing up the yard that A Fu had just cleaned.

Ah Fu brushed off the snow scum on his body, and complained in a low voice: "Don't wake up the second young master!"

"Brother Su hasn't woken up yet?" Qu Ling'er thought badly again, she lowered her head and grabbed a handful of snow, then turned her head and walked towards Su Cen's bedroom.

"Don't..." Ah Fu tried to stop him but couldn't stop, seeing Qu Ling'er pushed the door into his young master's room, counting down silently in his heart, waiting for Qu Ling'er to be scolded bloody.

After waiting for a long time without hearing anything, Ah Fu couldn't help but put down the broom and followed the probe in. He saw Qu Ling'er standing in front of the window, frowning at the things on the table.

"Where's the second young master?" Ah Fu looked around but didn't see Su Cen, and followed him in.

"What is this?" Qu Ling'er handed the two pieces of paper to Ah Fu. He was forced to copy the "Three Character Classic" for a year, but he still didn't know a few characters. He had to discuss it with Ah Fu at critical times.

A Fushi couldn't recognize it completely, but he could recognize his own contract, wondering: "Why did the second young master let me out?"

It wasn't until the snow in Qu Ling'er's hand gradually melted, and the snow dripped down between her fingers, that the two of them suddenly realized something like waking up from a dream.

Ah Fu's face turned pale, "It's over, the second young master gave me to you..."

Qu Ling'er threw the two pieces of paper away and rushed out the door, "I'll go get Brother Su back!"

In the Xingqing Palace, the morning court had just come down, and the memorials from Zhongshumen Xiaxing had just been delivered, and the servants who delivered meals delivered meals, and those who sent memorials delivered memorials, it was the busiest time of the day.

As soon as Li Shi came back, he went straight to the study. Since Li Sheng returned to the court, not only was there no shortage of government affairs, but all kinds of trivial things appeared.Li Sheng has a clear goal and a clear goal. He only wants to seize power, and he never asks about the suffering of the people.In the end, he not only had to coordinate the trivial affairs of the whole court, but also cleaned up the mess left by Li Sheng. It took him more than half a month to move back from the palace, but he still had no leisure time.

Li Shi leaned on the back of his chair and pressed his eyebrows. When the servants brought stacks of memorials in, they didn't dare to breathe. The sandalwood fragrance gradually diffused in the air became more and more intense, and even gave off a faint bitterness.

After a while when there was no movement around, Li Shi slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the table in front of him, and asked, "No more?"

The servant replied in a low voice: "That's all for now."

It's just that I can't guarantee whether it will be delivered again in the afternoon or evening.

Li Shi stretched his muscles and bones, raised his hand to fetch the vermilion pen, and frowned as soon as he touched the pen.

The weather is getting colder, the ink solidifies quickly, and it is easy to glue the pen.The color of this stroke was uneven, and a large piece was stained on the paper.

Li Shi lowered his eyes to look at the forked nib, his gaze gradually sank, and the first thing that popped up in his mind was the figure of Yan Yan talking and laughing with him while grinding for him.

The servant who was grinding at the side was so frightened that he lost his wits and hurriedly knelt down to confess his guilt. He just stared at the prince's face and lost his mind for a little bit. Why did this ink do it?

Li Shi didn't speak, so he knelt and didn't dare to get up, until someone patted the trembling shoulder lightly and said, "You go down first."

It's Qi Lin.

The servant bowed and retreated as if he had received an amnesty, Qi Lin took the previous ink ingot and grinded it silently, making the thick ink that had solidified before flow again.

Li Shi dipped the inkstone again before he was able to write, and asked aloud, "What happened?"

Qi Lin pursed his lips lightly before saying, "Master Su is gone."

Li Shi's pen tip faltered slightly, the cinnabar smeared a little, and he continued to write after a while, "Let him go, there is nothing in Chang'an City worth his nostalgia."

Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, then bowed and retreated.

After a while, Qu Ling'er's cry came from the courtyard, "The prince doesn't want brother Su anymore? You don't want brother Su anymore! I'll find it myself!"

Qu Ling'er flew away, Qi Lin sighed and could only keep up.The two of them rushed from Chang'an to Luoyang in one day, and stayed at the pier to check the passing ships, but found nothing.

Su Cen took the land route.

He planned to leave the city gate and go all the way south, bypassing Luoyang and taking Nanyang.Originally thought that he was going in a concealed way, but unexpectedly, someone was already waiting for him outside the city gate.

It was Song Fan who came.

Su Cen frowned slightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see off Master Su." Song Fan's peach blossom eyes slightly curved, "Oh, you shouldn't be called Master Su now, so what should I call you? Mr. Su? Brother Su? Or Zixu? "

The secret eyeliner was all over the place, and it became even more rampant after Li Sheng returned to court. Naturally, his every move could not escape Song Fan's eyes.

Su Cen was someone who had died once, and now that he was alone, he didn't feel afraid of him, and walked around Song Fan, thinking it was a stinky stone blocking the way, and didn't bother to answer him.

Unexpectedly, Song Fan followed closely, and said as he walked: "Look at those friends of yours, what Zheng Yang, what Li Shi, you are leaving, and there is no one to send you off. I am here to see you off, why don't you care about me?"

This tone seemed a bit wronged, if Su Cen didn't know about Song Fan's character, he might really feel compassion.

Su Cen didn't turn her head back, "It's been delivered, my son, please go back."

After Li Sheng returned to the court, Song Fan also moved into Yuwangfu, no longer the young master of Ding'anhoufu, but became the eldest son of Yuwangfu.This status has risen by more than 01:30 points, and is even more noble than Zheng Yang's cheap son, so it's no wonder Song Fan wants to come over and show off in front of him.

"You haven't left Gyeonggi yet, so how can you call it delivered?" Song Fan rolled his eyes, and suddenly smiled, "How can you get out of Gyeonggi, no, get out of Guannei Road...how about I send you to Yangzhou. "

Su Cen stopped, looked back at Song Fan with a frown and said, "What exactly do you want?"

Song Fan tilted his head and looked at Su Cen, smiling sincerely: "I'll see you off."

Su Cen looked at him coldly, apparently not believing Song Fan's words.

"I said I liked you quite a bit, did you not take it to heart?" Song Fan raised his hand and tapped Su Cen's heart, the smile on his face gradually became weird, "I like you to play with me. Those people are either not qualified to play with me, or they will be played to death by me, so boring."

Su Cen thought of the games Song Fan played with him, and felt a chill in his heart. He took a step back to avoid Song Fan's fingers on his chest, turned his head and walked forward and said, "You have got everything you want. Now Li Sheng When you return to the imperial court, you have also become the eldest son, and I am dismissed from office and left Beijing, are you still not satisfied?"

Song Fan stood still, the corners of his mouth only increasing, "Who told you, I want to be the prince?"