White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Guozijian resigns◎

Huang Yan was sullen, and went down to the first floor of the tower of Shenque Terrace alone. When he walked out of the tower, he saw Zhu Yanfeng standing beside the stone steps as if waiting, so he collected his mood, put down the unhappiness in his heart for a while, and walked to Zhu Yanfeng's side calmly. side.

Zhu Yanfeng turned around and smiled at him, "When I get the decree, I'll go to the Imperial College to get my luggage back, and then I'll go to Jinling Pavilion with you!"

Huang Yan only smiled slightly, without saying a word, just took his hand, and walked down the stone steps with him.

Suddenly there was a hasty call from behind: "Mr. Zhu! Mr. Zhu! Wait a minute!"

The two turned their heads and saw Ye Shuangshuang running up in a hurry, holding a piece of paper in both hands.Stopping in front of the two of them, Ye Shuangshuang said again: "This is the decree just written by the city lord!" Saying this, he hurriedly presented it in front of Zhu Yanfeng.

Zhu Yanfeng gladly received it, said "thank you" and continued to walk back with Huang Yan.Walking on the road, he said to Huang Yan again: "In this way, I can go to the Imperial College to resign tomorrow!"

Huang Yan met his gaze, smiled slightly, and couldn't help thinking: Su Zhongming... just wait!I will definitely take Yanfeng away and take him out of Qingluan City!Live the life he and I want to live!Qingluan City will not restrain us for too long!

Two days later, Zhu Yanfeng came to the dock of Jinfeng Island alone, planning to take a boat to Pingjing. When he stepped on the gangway, entered the boat, and sat casually on the deck, a figure approached him, and then patted him gently with one hand. Patting him on the shoulder, he looked back, saw Huang Yan's face, and was immediately startled: "Yan'er, why...?!"

Huang Yan sat down casually beside him, and said with a slight smile, "I'm out on business. I want to go to the Imperial College with you."

Zhu Yanfeng looked at Huang Yan, and persuaded gently: "I went back and handed in my resignation letter, packed my things and came back, why bother to accompany me this trip?"

Huang Yan reminded: "Don't forget, I have to go back and get my qin back. You must have a lot of things, how can two hands hold my qin."

Zhu Yanfeng thought about it, but he didn't think of any reason to persuade him, so he let him go, and opened his lips to mention something else: "When did you come, don't tell me."

Huang Yan replied, "About three quarters of an hour earlier than you."

Zhu Yanfeng then asked concerned: "Can you have breakfast? You are not allowed to be hungry." While speaking, he reached out with one hand and gently touched his belly, wanting to confirm whether his belly was full of food.

Huang Yan replied: "I got up when it was just dawn, and I had already had breakfast."

Zhu Yanfeng withdrew his hand and guessed according to the size of his stomach: "You only ate two pork buns?"

Huang Yan confessed: "You said there was one more. It's a pork bun, and a bunch of three-color glutinous rice balls."

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help worrying: "It's a little small, maybe I'll be hungry soon..."

Huang Yan leaned into his ear, and confessed: "Now we have to take a boat to Beijing, we can't eat too much, if we eat too much, we will go to the latrine."

Zhu Yanfeng gently stroked his head, and replied: "You are hungry, my heart aches."

Huang Yan said stubbornly: "I am not hungry, nor am I thirsty."

Zhu Yanfeng hugged him lightly, and gently persuaded him: "Eat at least two egg yolk cakes, two mung bean cakes, and a sip of spring water."

Huang Yan immediately asked concerned: "Did you bring egg yolk crisps and mung bean cakes?"

Zhu Yanfeng took out a swollen paper bag from the baggage, opened the seal, took out an egg yolk pastry, and brought it to Huang Yan's mouth. Huang Yan opened his mouth lightly and took a bite.

While the two of them were talking, the ship had already sailed out of the dock and was advancing in the sea, arriving at the dock closest to Pingjing when the rabbit was missing and dark.The two of them followed the other Qingluan City disciples off the boat, and then headed for Pingjing.

Passing through Pingjing City God, the two first went to the restaurant to have a full meal, and then slowly came to the Imperial College, Zhu Yanfeng said to Huang Yan: "You wait for me at the residence first."

Huang Yan knew that Zhu Yanfeng was going to see Guozijian's sacrificial wine immediately, so he nodded his head, responded with an 'Yes', and graciously parted ways with Zhu Yanfeng, came to Chunfeng Building alone, and waited upstairs.

Zhu Yanfeng came to an elegant hall alone, people in round neck uniforms came in and out, and it was too late to say hello to each other, he also walked quietly through the path, walked into one of the rooms, and looked at the Behold a closed door.

Soon someone opened the door, and it was a young waiter who asked, "Who is that?"

Zhu Yanfeng immediately replied: "I am the teacher of Fenghuang Que."

The waiter remembered it, and immediately replied: "It's Mr. Zhu, come in quickly."

Zhu Yanfeng stepped over the threshold, followed the waiter into the depths, and then into the spacious inner room, at the same time he crossed his hands to the middle-aged man sitting at the table reading a book.The waiter said to the middle-aged man: "Sacrifice the wine, Mr. Zhu please see me."

Guozijian Jijiu put down the book quickly, stood up and received him: "Mr. Zhu, you rarely come to my place when you are free. Did you encounter something in Fenghuang Que?"

Zhu Yanfeng confessed: "I'm here to resign." Saying that, he politely handed over a letter.

Guozijian Jijiu was not in a hurry to accept the letter he handed over, but only asked: "Why do you want to resign suddenly? Does the Supreme Emperor know about this matter?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "I want to go back to Qingluan City as an errand, and I have already got permission. This is the decree."

Guozijian Jijiu sighed with regret, accepted the edict without saying anything, and then told the waiter: "Take Mr. Zhu to the accountant to collect the wages for this period of time."

The waiter made a salute with crossed hands and said 'here', then led Zhu Yanfeng out of this room and went to the accountant's room.

Huang Yan waited for five quarters of an hour upstairs in the Chunfeng Tower. He turned his head inadvertently and saw Zhu Yanfeng coming upstairs. He has already been paid.

Zhu Yanfeng unlocked the brass lock, pushed open the door, led Huang Yan into the bedroom, and said to him first: "You have been standing for a long time, your feet must be very tired, sit down first."

Huang Yan immediately sat on a comfortable chair, put the burden on the table, watched Zhu Yanfeng open the cabinet and put some clothes, wooden boxes and small porcelain bottles into the cloth, and watched him pack some books Also put it in the furoshiki.Finally, there was a piano case, which Zhu Yanfeng gently placed on the table in front of Huang Yan.

The two of them chatted casually while resting in this dormitory. After half an hour, they left the Imperial College. Zhu Yanfeng carried his own two bags, and incidentally helped Huang Yan carry the bag, so that Huang Yan could only hold Qin Walking through several streets side by side, Li Zhen and Yang Xinsu, who were walking in the opposite direction on the opposite side of the street, silently missed one of the streets.

When the literature class started the next day, Yang Xinsu saw that the teacher who entered the school was no longer Zhu Yanfeng, she was so surprised that she fell silent, and the students were also so surprised that their eyes widened like copper bells, their heads were empty, and they didn't care about listening to the class.

Li Zhen didn't know what happened in the Guozijian, and he still lived a busy day with flowers blooming during the day, and squeezed the time to enjoy himself at night. After being so busy all day, he hummed a tune in the bathtub and took a comfortable bath before going to bed. , then hummed a tune and left the bath, wrapped a towel around her waist, stepped on the stone steps with bare feet and returned to the ground, ready to get dressed.

There were only three steps left from the clothes rack, when suddenly there was a loud sound outside the tent, with a 'bang', Li Zhen was startled, and hurriedly followed the sound, when suddenly the curtain was split open again by two hands, Yang Xinsu barged in, and Li Zhen was even more surprised. He covered the towel with one hand and covered his chest with the other, and turned around in a hurry, trying to take off the robe from the shelf.

Yang Xinsu suddenly stopped in front of him, forced him back to the wall, then raised a hand, and patted the wall next to his left ear, stopped him with his cross arm, lowered his head slightly, and said quietly: "Li Zhen! It's not a big deal. alright!"

Li Zhen covered his body desperately, and said quietly: "No big event is as important as my clothes..."

Yang Xinsu felt that he wasn't listening to her seriously, so she simply tore apart his two hands covering his body, the bath towel immediately loosened and fell to the ground, but Yang Xinsu didn't care, nor did he care that he was staring blankly at the bath towel on the ground With a look on his face, he patted the wall next to his right ear with his other hand, completely trapping him.

There is no way to retreat, Li Zhen hurriedly persuaded: "Xin... Xinsu, calm down!"

Yang Xinsu said dejectedly: "Do you know? It's so sad today. Mr. Zhu has been teaching literature since I was a child. Today, Mr. Zhu... is gone! Another gentleman came to teach Chinese! Are you sad?"

Hearing this, Li Zhen was stunned: "Mr. Zhu, why aren't you here?"

Yang Xinsu replied in frustration: "Jijiu said, Mr. Zhu has resigned and was transferred back to Qingluan City..."

Li Zhen couldn't help but feel regretful, just because Zhu Yanfeng had accompanied him for several years in the literary class, so he lightly patted Yang Xinsu's shoulder and comforted him with kind words: "In a year or two, you will also graduate from the Imperial College, Zhu Mister just left a year or two earlier than you, don't be sad."

Yang Xinsu was even more depressed and said: "First you left the Imperial College, then Huanying and Hongli also left, and now Mr. Zhu has also left, I feel so desperate..."

Li Zhen didn't know how to continue to comfort him, so he had no choice but to say: "Then just drop out of school."

Yang Xinsu was dejected and sadly said: "If you drop out of school, you have to go back to Yangui Island to practice martial arts, and you can't enter the palace to play..."

Li Zhen couldn't help feeling sorry for Yang Xinsu, so he hugged Yang Xinsu gently, and said: "If you decide to go back to Yangui Island, if you are tired of practicing martial arts on Yangui Island and want to go to the palace to play, you can write to me, and I will send someone Take you into the palace."

Such generous and preferential treatment saved Yang Xinsu's good mood for a while, so she hugged Li Zhen tightly and said excitedly: "You are the sage, you are not joking! You can't trick me!"

Li Zhen replied swearingly: "I will never cheat you."

However, maids and eunuchs were quietly standing outside the tent, like a sea of ​​people in a market, they stood in the center of the tent and watched silently for a long time, staring dumbly at the scene in front of them.

Yang Xinsu finally calmed down, let go of her hand, turned around, and left Li Zhen's side, squeezed through the crowd, and went to Dongyueju to rest alone.

Li Zhen was suddenly overjoyed, raised his fists, and blurted out uncontrollably: "Just now, I actually hugged him... I hugged him...! His body is like a freshly steamed glutinous rice dumpling!"

The crowd in the center of the tent immediately clapped their hands in celebration, and the applause was like thunder.

Li Zhen reacted after hearing the sound, followed the prestige and found that there was a sea of ​​people in the tent, and then looked at his body, and realized that he had been without a piece of clothing for a long time, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why are there suddenly So many people?! Are my eyes dazzled?"

As soon as the sound sounded, the crowd in front of them scattered in panic, running faster than rabbits, and in the blink of an eye, only the messy curtains and the open door remained.

In the middle of the night, Li Zhen finally returned to the dormitory, and fell on the bed as if dying, with his eyes open, insomnia all night.

Qinyang City in Guangling Commandery was also plunged into the deep darkness. The main gate of Xiyutai No. 15 branch rudder was tightly closed, and the disciples guarding the gate had returned to their residences to rest. Helm's temple for the night.

He made many bamboo tube lamps with big bamboo and candles in the backyard of the temple. The lights illuminate the surroundings, compete with the stars in the night sky, and illuminate his delicate face.

He straightened up, looked at the sea of ​​bamboo lanterns in front of him, and said to himself, "Brother, today is your birthday and mine, but now I can only celebrate us in this way."

Afterwards, he took out a small picture scroll from the inside of his clothes and slowly opened it. The light from the bamboo lamp danced on the picture scroll, clearly showing a portrait of a man in Tsing Yi with an erhu on his back and a long sword hanging on his waist.He continued to talk to himself: "This is something on Wu Yan's body. I think it's about you." He narrowed his eyes slightly, exerted force with his fingertips, and tore the scroll easily and crisply, and threw it into a nearby small box. in the stream.

But he smiled heartily, walked slowly between the bamboo lamps, and said to himself while walking: "Why did you meet Wu Yan first? When I met Wu Yan, he came to look for you !Brother..., I don’t need to compete with you for the position of Xiyu Terrace, but Wu Yan, I’m sorry.”

He only looked back a few times to admire the sea of ​​bamboo lanterns that took a lot of effort, and before the lights went out, he turned and walked into the temple, glanced at the many spiritual tablets on the altar, picked up the oil pot and walked towards the head of the previous generation. The husband and wife added some oil to the long-burning lamps, put down the oil pot, turned around again, walked through the vestibule, and left the temple.

Back to Xiyutai No.15 sub-helm, it is already the third quarter of Yin time, it is the time of dawn, there is not much darkness left, and the frosty full moon can still be seen vaguely.Yang Qingyuan didn't seem to feel sleepy, stepped into the sub-helm from the main gate just opened, went straight to his small building, fetched water to wash, then took a bath and changed clothes, and burned incense such as magnolia and cloves.

Then he was going to look for breakfast, a Xiyutai disciple broke into his small building and reported to him: "Master! The messenger sent a letter to the master."

Yang Qingyuan quickly took the letter into his hand, glanced at the envelope, and asked, "When was this delivered?"

The disciple of Xiyutai replied: "It was at dusk yesterday. At that time, the hall master was not there, so he kept it in Liuku overnight."

Yang Qingyuan immediately opened the letter, and the corners of his lips curled up when he saw the signature of the person who wrote the letter. He couldn't help but glanced at the contents of the letter, and then told the Xiyutai disciple in front of him: "I'm going to Ping An Jing, if the sub-rudder has important tasks in the past few days, it will be placed in the sixth hall first."

The disciple of Xiyutai simply clasped his hands and replied: "Yes!" Then he turned and retreated.

Yang Qingyuan put away the letter in his hand, then packed some of his bags, took the burden saber and his favorite Zhongruan with him, gave up the idea of ​​going to the dining room, and left No.15 in a hurry, only bought a few char siu on the way Buns and dorayaki are eaten while walking.

The author says:

Happy 521!I am so happy today, I really want to set off fireworks!

Yang Xinsu's wall dong!It’s still written as a sand sculpture stalk~ (laughs)

After editing this article in the past few days, I plan to correct the frame and pinyin in "Han Zigao Chronicle" to make it easier to read.