[Zuzhou] White clothes in the world

The corner of Fufeng county guard's mouth twitched and he took a sip of his tea. This was the fourth time he woke up early but didn't have breakfast.Since Gu Minglan came to Fufeng, every ten days she would go into the kitchen of Fufeng County Sheriff every morning, drive all the cooks out, work alone in the kitchen for two hours, and only come out of the kitchen at noon.After noon, Gu Minglan would pull out his snow-white steed from the stable, carry the food box, and ride away lightly, one by one, and return with the stars at the end of the year.

"It's outrageous! It's really outrageous!" The governor of Fufeng let out a sulking sigh, and slammed the cold teacup on the small table.Gu Minglan went to see Mo Jingzhi, and the governor of Fufeng County heard about it from Qingyi. Gu Minglan obviously didn't intend to hide anyone, so he walked out of the towering city gate of Fufeng County in full view, and stepped over The newly built battlements were erected by the clear water, and the horses were driven along the river bank to the Gudao Pavilion.

"Master, calm down, my little one has already ordered someone to go to the street to buy breakfast, why don't you wait a little longer?" Today, the wind is howling, and the governor of Fufeng County wrapped three layers of winter clothes to withstand the severe cold, sitting at the table waiting for a hot meal Pretty breakfast.The governor of Fufeng County knew from the moment he walked into the dining room that his cook was kicked out by Gu Minglan again today, and the dining table was empty, except for a cup of freshly brewed hot tea.The servant secretly wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, and slandered the general who was not far away from the kitchen. How could a dignitary like him go into the kitchen to make some pastries every few days, and the time when he entered the kitchen happened to wake up with the governor of Fufeng The time difference is almost the same, just like a few days ago, the Fufeng County Sheriff just woke up from a late sleep and was waiting for a hot breakfast to be served. As a result, the cook over there ran to the Sheriff with a face of helplessness and panic, knelt on the ground, and pointed In the direction of the kitchen, he faltered and said: "General... he... just went to the kitchen." The entire face of the Fufeng County Guard was distorted, just as Qinglong Wang Qingyi was passing by with Ze Baiyue, and he spread his folding fan to cover himself With a big smile, she winked at the beautiful woman and said: "Look, our imperial general has cut off people's food path again today." Ze Baiyue smiled sweetly, and it fell into the eyes of the Fufeng County Guard, which was extremely glaring.

"Bastard!" The governor of Fufeng slapped the young lady in front of him suddenly, and stood up from the chair, the fat on both sides of his cheeks trembling with anger, "I must play the king, Gu Minglan and the enemy Jingliehou There are many private meetings, I am afraid that I will cause trouble!"

"Think twice, my lord!" The servant of the Fufeng County Sheriff was already flustered. When he heard that his master was about to report on Gu Minglan, his knees were so frightened that he knelt down at the feet of the Fufeng Sheriff and kowtowed.

The governor of Fufeng kicked the domestic servant who was kneeling by his legs: "Think twice? I've lost my mind! What did he say after meeting Mo Jing for the first time? He built a battlement on the bank of the Jing River to defend Fufeng , but now? After the battlements are built, not only does Gu Minglan not use troops against Yankong, but he meets privately with Mo Jingzhi every ten days and a half months. If there is no disagreement, then why is he doing?"

"I don't know what the general is thinking, but I think the county guard shouldn't be like this..." The servant trembled, his shoulders hurt from being kicked by the Fufeng county guard, so he had to grit his teeth.

"Shouldn't it be like this?" The governor of Fufeng glared at the servant.

The servant nodded cautiously, and his voice faded: "Think about it, my lord. The general is personally entrusted by the lord to guard Fufeng. If you doubt the general, you doubt the lord. Even if the lord believes your words, the lord provokes you Lord Tianwei, what do you think the Lord will do to you?"

The governor of Fufeng County is not a fool. He has been in Fufeng County for many years. Although he is far away from the emperor, as the governor of a county, he can still figure out a thing or two.After the servant said this, the Fufeng county guard couldn't help but burst into cold sweat.The ruler of this generation of Shile is strict in governance and attaches great importance to the majesty of the royal family, and the governor of Fufeng County has also heard of it.The governor of Fufeng County took a deep breath, sat back on the chair, like a leaking ball, completely lost his temper just now.

A burst of sparse applause came from far and near, and the governor of Fufeng raised his eyes in surprise. Outside the door, a young man in Tsing Yi stood against the light, with a playful smile on his lips, holding a folding fan Inserting it behind the collar, he was walking into the house step by step.

The governor of Fufeng restrained his mind, tried his best to squeeze out a flattering smile, bowed slightly, stood up from the stool, and walked towards the man. "My lord, why did you come to my place?" The Governor of Fufeng stretched out his hand to invite Qing Yi into the room, and asked Qing Yi to sit on the other side of the table.The servant who had just knelt on the ground got up from the ground, and respectfully offered Qing Yi a cup of hot tea with white chrysanthemums.

Qingyi took the teacup with a smile, glanced at the servant, took a sip of tea, turned to Fufeng County Sheriff and said, "Your Excellency has good vision, and I have chosen such a thoughtful person to serve you."

The governor of Fufeng County followed Qing Yi's gaze and grinned: "I'm all servants of rough envoys here, and he's talking nonsense, my lord, please don't take it seriously."

"How could it be?" Qingyi took the fan stuck in the back of his collar, turned it around, and said with a smile, "What he said is right, if the county guard really played the king, the king probably wouldn't believe it. "Qing Yi took a meaningful look at the astonished Fufeng County Sheriff, tapped the fan handle on the small table and continued, "General Yu came with me and Shao Siming. If General Yu has any problems, Shao Si and I Can fate be freed from the relationship? Shile's Qinglong King, the future uncle of the country will betray Shile, fearing that Zuzhou will sink into the sea, this will not happen." Qingyi held up the teacup, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, He took another sip of white chrysanthemum tea.

The governor of Fufeng was stunned for a moment, feeling the cold air that had just escaped from his body wrapping around his body again. He was wearing three layers of winter clothes today, but he still felt the chill piercing his bones.

"I'm an official, I know I'm wrong." The governor of Fufeng County is over forty years old, a round older than Qingyi, but now he looks like a child listening to teachings, with his head down, and he is very obedient.

Qingyi stood up with a smile, raised his finger and pointed at the servant of the Fufeng county guard standing beside him, and said to the Fufeng county guard: "This person is not bad, is the Fufeng county guard willing to part with you?"

"It's all up to the Lord to decide." The Fufeng County Guard stood up after him, bent down to salute Qingyi, and a drop of cold sweat silently fell on the ground.

In a blink of an eye, the vegetation withered. A month ago, there were clusters of red maples in the Gudao Pavilion, and a month later, the red maples fell.The narrow path is covered with red leaves. Last night, a shower blown the maple leaves off the branches.Gu Minglan was dressed in white, riding a snow-white horse, and walked slowly on the path. After a while, the sound of the flute sounded low, as if it was leading each person and horse on the path to go forward.

The Gudao Pavilion is no longer a simple tea shed built by Mo Jingzhi. A month ago, Mo Jingzhi built a stone table and two stone benches with his own hands. The only thing missing is a shelter cover. It is the real Gudao Pavilion.

Gu Minglan tied the horse to a maple tree next to the path. The maple tree was scratched by the horse's bridle. The white horse stood quietly beside the maple tree, as if it was used to being with the maple tree.

When the flute player saw the waiting person coming, he didn't put away his flute, but played even harder.Gu Minglan put the food box on the stone table, and glanced at the stone bench in front of her.It rained last night, there should be water on the stone bench, but the stone bench in front of Gu Minglan was clean, Gu Minglan twitched her mouth and sat down on the stone bench.

Mo Jingzhi pressed his finger on the flute hole, closed his eyes and played the flute, the sound of the flute was clear and clear, like a stream in early spring, cold but not piercing.Mo Jingzhi's expression was relaxed. These days, he would play the flute in Gudao Pavilion and wait for Gu Minglan to come with pastries, which seems to have become a habit.He thought that the rain last night would never stop until today, but he didn't expect to wake up in the morning, the rain gradually stopped, and the warm winter sun rose, so he didn't even eat lunch, and went out with a bamboo flute and a thin horse. The horse, playing the flute from the Qingshui River, walked slowly and came here early.

At the end of the song, the flute player raised his eyes, his brown eyes were full of pride.Gu Minglan knew what Mo Jingzhi meant. This person still had the same childish temper, which hadn't changed for many years.Gu Minglan clapped her hands and smiled lightly: "Good song, good song!"

"How is it good?" The bamboo flute twirled in Mo Jingzhi's hand, the end of the bamboo flute raised the lid of the food box, and a light fragrance diffused from the food box.

"At the beginning, the sound of the flute is like wading barefoot in the water, sometimes there are birds singing in the forest and deer singing, and the second half is like flying in the sky, like looking up at the sky against the wind, high, wide and far away, it is really a good song." Gu Minglan said.

Mo Jingzhi drew back the bamboo flute, looked up at the expressionless person who was speaking opposite, and laughed softly: "I can hear the cocoons in General Yu's compliment."

"Master Hou asked me." Gu Minglan shot back.

Mo Jingzhi pouted, Gu Minglan was always so unwilling to follow Mo Jingzhi's temper.If Mo Jingzhi is a nobleman's son, compared to him, Gu Minglan has learned nothing in Shile in the past 20 years.

"You didn't make the pastry this time, right?" Mo Jingzhi asked as the bamboo flute touched the lid of the food box.

There was a trace of surprise in Gu Minglan's eyes, and in an instant, he recovered his expression and nodded: "You can't hide anything from Marquis Jinglie."

Mo Jingzhi snorted disdainfully: "After all, Fuyu has been by my side for more than ten years, and I taught you how to make these pastries, so I can't smell it?"

"I remember that the zodiac sign of Marquis Jinglie is not a dog." Gu Minglan swept away the bamboo flute that Mo Jingzhi pressed on the food box with her hand, lifted the lid of the food box, twisted a piece of pastry from the food box, and handed it to Mo Jingzhi mouth, "If you don't eat it yourself, how about I feed you?"

Mo Jingzhi leaned closer, even holding Gu Minglan's fingers in his mouth, and licked the tip of his tongue along Gu Minglan's fingers, then swallowed the pastry, and finally sucked Gu Minglan's fingers.Gu Minglan frowned, but did not withdraw her fingers forcefully.In these few meetings, Mo Jingzhi always tries to eat his tofu, Gu Minglan is no stranger to it.Just now, Mo Jingzhi's teasing made Gu Minglan almost lose his mind, Gu Minglan shook his head lightly, the man in front of him had too much affection for him, even though he had a little affection for Mo Jingzhi, he didn't like Mo Jingzhi's boring.

"It's a pity," Mo Jingzhi sighed, "If you made this pastry, it would be even more delicious." Mo Jingzhi raised his finger and pointed to his mouth, and looked at Gu Minglan playfully.

Gu Minglan laughed and said, "Yeah, I should have covered my fingers with poison/medicine just now."

"You want to poison me again." Mo Jingzhi sneered.