Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

From mid-October, Nanlin began to have snowy days, and at the beginning of November, it was even more covered with snow, and there were few days when the temperature warmed up.

Look at the snow and frost on the ground, and have a glass of warm wine, a beauty, even the eyes are not willing to move away from the beauty.It's just that in this cold bamboo heart courtyard, apart from a small empty house and a few clumps of pines and bamboos with withered leaves, there are only two lonely families left.No matter how you look at it, it is very bleak.Coupled with the fact that the courtyard is cold and the clothes are thin, there is no mood to look at the scenery.

On this day, Mingyue rushed to the Golden Mist Courtyard in a rage to beg for charcoal.About half an hour later, he blushed again, cursed and came back empty-handed.

Empty hands, that's inevitable, but this blushing and thick neck probably caused another verbal fight with those attendants in charge of the Golden Mist Courtyard.

Mingyue is tall and burly, even though she is wearing coarse bunt clothes, watching him stepping on the snow from a distance, she still feels that she is very graceful.

Wu Lang blinked his eyes, and looked over again, Mingyue was already approaching, hearing those harsh words from his mouth, he immediately lost his appreciation.

"Those tortoise sons, why is there not enough charcoal? Do you think I, Mingyue, am blind? The pile of black things that the people from Bilianyuan just took away is not charcoal!"

"Isn't it because the son of a bitch has no money to honor them?"

"What's wrong with Zhuxin Xiaoyuan, no matter how unfavored you are, you are still the master, and every slave wants to turn the world upside down!"

Mingyue entered the courtyard door, kicked the door back with a bang, and made a loud noise.Wu Lang, who was dancing sticks in the yard, stopped to look at him.

Mingyue didn't get back the charcoal, she felt a little embarrassed when she remembered the vow she had made in front of Wu Lang just now, and lowered her head.

Wu Lang said: "If they don't want to give it, let it go."

Mingyue said: "I just can't get enough of it! When you were favored back then, no one rushed to curry favor with you. Whether it's fabrics for clothes, daily food, or charcoal in winter, they are all the best for you. Now it’s such a face, it’s just too deceiving!”

Wu Lang: "Okay, if you don't have charcoal, just boil a pot of hot tea for me."

Mingyue: "...Yes, master."

Wu Lang turned around and knocked the bamboo in his hand

Nanlin is located in the north of Dashang, with a relatively high latitude. In addition, it has not experienced global warming. In winter, there is no charcoal and no hot kang. Drinking a glass of water can stick your lips to the edge of the cup. In a word, it is cold.

Every master’s yard in the palace has a monthly ration of charcoal, but not only is Yan Lang not favored by himself, but he also offended many beauties who are gaining power. Even fools know how to turn the tide, let alone the adulterers in this palace. servant.Wu Lang couldn't do anything about it, he couldn't make charcoal himself, so he had to cut a piece of bamboo and exercise his body to keep warm when he had nothing to do, it was better than sitting and freezing.

In fact, if Mingyue was not around, he would secretly practice Cangyun's saber technique.

In the game, Cang Yun has two attack stances, one is holding the shield, which can only use shield attacks, the main defense control and energy storage, the other is holding the knife, the shield is off the hand, switching the sword, high burst damage , low defense, and need to consume the rage stored in the shield state.

That is to say, without the shield, Cang Yun can't attack with a knife, and the two fighting postures cannot exist at the same time.

But here, he can use skills as long as he holds a weapon in his hand, no matter the sword or shield, it's just that the damage is different.And if he is holding the genuine Cangyun Shield Saber that came through with him, the speed is fast enough and the strength can keep up, and he can completely release the skills of the two postures at the same time.It is simply unreasonable for gods to block and kill gods, and for Buddhas to block and kill Buddhas.

At the beginning of the discovery, he felt joyful, but after a while he felt helpless, trapped in this deep courtyard of the palace, no matter how powerful he was, it was useless.

Thinking of this, Wu Lang felt a little discouraged, threw the bamboo stick aside, put his hands into his sleeves, shouted Mingyue, and went into the room to drink hot tea.

The next day, Ming Yuexing hurried over and told him that the main idea was that Lord Henglian, the lover of the Prince of Kidney Deficiency, held a flower viewing ceremony and sent him an invitation letter.

At that time, Wu Lang was curled up in two thick quilts, feeling very sleepy.Turned over, said bluntly that he couldn't go, pulled the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep.

Mingyue: "Master, this is a good opportunity!"

Wu Lang: "..."

Wu Lang was depressed, who had nothing to do when he was full, but went to enjoy the flowers in the cold weather, there must be something wrong.

Mingyue: "This flower viewing conference is not for everyone. Only those who have entered the eyes of Heng Lian can get the invitation letter. And not only the family members of the palace, but even the prince and other officials and gentry will be present. Master, if you If you want to win the prince's favor again, you have to perform well in this flower viewing event!"

Mingyue: "Although Liu Jinghong, whom you hate the most, is also there, Renren will pass."

Mingyue: "Even if you don't see the prince, it's good to make friends with Mr. Henglian!"

Mingyue: "If you don't go, you will lose face to Mr. Henglian, master, our current situation is already bad enough, we can't make it worse."

He just wanted to sleep in. Mingyue has been tirelessly talking about the benefits of going to the flower viewing conference, and the disadvantages of not going to the flower viewing conference. His penetrating tongue will rot.

Half an hour later, Wu Lang lifted the quilt angrily, "Okay, I promise, I promise."

Mingyue smiled happily: "Okay, master, then I will reply now."

Wu Lang flapped his hands and fell back on the bed suddenly, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He really has no dignity as a master!

Three days later, the day of the Flower Appreciation Conference.

Early in the morning, Wu Lang was dragged up from the bed by Mingyue to dress up.

Wu Lang has always been a lazy person with a plain face since he was a child, and his hairstyle has been flat for ten thousand years.The first time he crossed, the big pile of hair on his head really killed him.Fortunately, although Mingyue looked at the rough guy, she was good at combing her hair.

Ming Yue combed his hair lightly and deftly with a wooden comb, while saying: "Master, in terms of appearance, even if you are not the number one among the princes in the inner palace, you can still be called the top three."

Wu Lang yawned and glanced at the bronze mirror in front of him, thinking, nonsense, how can a face that has been infatuated by countless people not be handsome.

Mingyue bundled Wu Lang's hair into a high ponytail, put a golden carved column ring about three fingers wide on the straps, put a golden plum on the temples, and the tail wound into the hair.

Wealthy, while echoing the Flower Appreciation Conference, is also a little bit charming.

Wu Lang himself doesn't really like things like decals on temples, but Mingyue insists, saying it's a big business trend.

Oh, fashion?Is it a trend in the male pet industry?

When it came to dressing, Wu Lang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and refused to wear those gaudy clothes that were more colorful than a peacock's tail.Mingyue said whatever she wanted, but Wu Lang didn't retreat half a step. In the end, he went straight to the attack, choosing between dressing and going to the meeting, and Mingyue compromised.

Mingyue's expression was speechless, and she put on a heavy cotton coat for Wu Lang as if resigned to her fate, and she didn't say anything about asking him to perform well at the banquet and outshine everyone.

Wu Lang is happy to have clean ears.

After leaving the small courtyard in Zhuxin, he followed Mingyue through many courtyards, his face turned red from the cold, before he arrived at the Qingya courtyard where Mr. Henglian lived.

Once inside, Wu Lang was dumbfounded.It turns out that this Flower Appreciation Conference is not held in the open air...

The courtyard of Qingya Courtyard is huge, the area used for planting plum trees alone is about the same size as the small courtyard of Zhuxin, and in the middle of this plum blossom forest, there is a viewing platform, this platform is the venue for today's flower viewing conference Place.

Since it is indoors, it must have a strong fire and a pleasant temperature.

The people who came to the meeting were experienced. They came from their residences with heavy coats on the outside, entered the viewing platform of Qingyayuan, and immediately took off their coats and handed them to the attendants. Inside were gorgeous makeup that could better set off their figure, identity and appearance. Ladies and gentlemen.

Mingyue asked Wu Lang in a low voice: "Master, what should we do?"

Wu Lang was silent for a moment, then said: "You go back immediately to get a change of clothes, I'll wait for you here."

Mingyue was surprised.

Wu Lang: "It's all up to you, Mingyue." If you don't want to, that's even better, let's go back directly!

Mingyue: "Master, I will definitely live up to what I entrusted." After speaking, she ran away at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.Looking at his back, Wu Lang gritted his teeth, aggressively assing.

As Wu Lang saw, the Qingya Courtyard is very large, and it is easy to find a corner away from everyone.

But he could bump into Yehe in any random corner, Wu Lang could only sigh secretly that he was unlucky.

People who face Wu Lang are beautiful.Her skin is whiter than snow, her lips are vermilion, her eyes are watery, and her breath seems to melt the snow. The vermilion rust-gold coat hangs on her snow-white shoulders and thighs, not like a red coat covered in snow. Mei is average.

As for the man in black with his back facing Wu Lang, Wu Lang couldn't see his face, but he felt extraordinary just by looking at his clothes and figure.

Across the half wall, Wu Lang stared at the sky speechlessly and was forced to listen to the corner of the wall. He didn't dare to move, for fear that the sound of stepping on the snow would startle the pair of wild mandarin ducks.

He didn't move cautiously until he heard the voice of Mingyue shouting from afar.

The suppressed and sweet moans continued, and Wu Lang, who was leaving in a hurry, didn't notice that the man in black who he had been paying attention to just now casually glanced back, and the place where his eyes fell was exactly where he stayed just now.

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