White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎His calligraphy◎

After finishing his work in Pingjing, Huang Yan was about to leave Beijing and return to Qingluan City. He walked slowly on the long street with few people, when suddenly it rained heavily, and the cold raindrops fell on his body, half-wetting his body. With silvery white hair, he knew it was raining, but he didn't have an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, so he couldn't help being stunned.

Suddenly the umbrella cover floated from behind, covering the rain flowers above his head, he turned his head immediately, but met Shangyuan Hexiang's gentle face, he only lowered his eyes slightly, and thanked: "Thank you, princess princess."

Shangyuan He Xiang asked: "Why is Mr. Wenren here?"

Huang Yan replied: "I originally planned to go back to Qingluan City, but suddenly it rained."

Shangyuan He Xiang said: "In this kind of weather, it's not time to go to sea, why not go to the palace?"

Huang Yan looked not far behind her, saw a carriage parked there, and Su Zhongming's face could be seen from the window, so he followed Shangyuan Hexiang, boarded the carriage, and sat opposite Su Zhongming.

Su Zhongming opened his lips: "What a coincidence, it rained just after I came back from Jinfeng Island. Wuji, are you just going back?"

Huang Yan only sighed regretfully, but said nothing.

Su Zhongming said generously: "The past few days have been peaceful, there is no new case, you can stay in the palace for one more day."

Huang Yan only said: "There is someone waiting for me in Qingluan City."

Su Zhongming persuaded bluntly: "You and Mr. Zhu have not seen each other for many years, and now there is no rush for a day or two."

Huang Yan glared at him slightly, but didn't want to say anything.

Su Zhongming didn't care about this wink, and said again: "You seem to be wet all over, you should dry it off as soon as possible after entering the palace."

Huang Yan replied indifferently: "Don't bother."

Su Zhongming continued: "Should I order someone to prepare a hot water bath for you?"

Huang Yan was stunned for a while, but he didn't say anything, Su Zhongming took his silence as tacit consent.During the conversation, the carriage passed the Miyagi pass, ran along the shortcut, and soon passed the Zhonggong pass. After arriving at Hongli's residence, Shangyuan Hexiang got out of the carriage with an oiled paper umbrella.

Afterwards, the carriage continued to run, passed the gate of the harem in a short while, and finally stopped at the gate of Zhu Zhengong.Su Zhongming was the first to get out of the carriage with an umbrella, and said to Huang Yan, "Do you mind holding an umbrella?"

As soon as the words fell, the eunuch on duty of Zhu Zhengong happened to run out in a panic holding an umbrella. Seeing that Su Zhongming was also holding an umbrella, he said with peace of mind: "Seeing such heavy rain, I thought the Supreme Emperor didn't have an umbrella. The Supreme Emperor Bring an umbrella, great."

Su Zhongming turned his head and said: "There is still one person in the car, please hold an umbrella for him."

The eunuch stretched out one arm to cover Huang Yan from the rain, freed his other hand to carefully help Huang Yan get off the carriage, and the three of them entered Zhu Zhen Palace one after the other.

Not long after, Huang Yan sat in the warm bath, cleaning his body and hair, and occasionally looked up at the glazed courtyard, seeing the sky covered by a thick mist, and guessed in his heart that he would probably be in peace. Jing Gongcheng stayed for a day and a night before returning to Qingluan City, and he couldn't help sighing secretly.

The bathtub in Miyagi was very comfortable, so he could not help soaking in the bath for almost half an hour, but he felt that the water temperature had dropped a little before he was willing to get up, stepped on the marble steps and left the bathtub, letting the water droplets on his body slide down to the soles of his feet, and put the two of them together Finger, lightly cast the spell, and the dry towel flew into his hand.

Wiping the water droplets on his body and hair strands, lightly tossed the cloth towel into the empty wooden basin on the high stool, he lightly cast the spell again, and all the clothes flew into his hands, There was no urgent matter at the moment, so he put on his underwear in a leisurely manner. He put on this light purple bordered robe with lotus Ruyi dark pattern and white cross-collar, and this long-sleeved long-sleeved gown of black soft silk with gold and star patterns. Each one leaked a faint fragrance of orchids, and he tied a light purple fringed belt around his slender waist.

Walking through the wet palace road with an umbrella, he has no mood to go to the imperial garden to enjoy it again. The constant rain in front of him is the biggest obstacle. He just wants to go back to the prosperous room in the middle palace, and then sit on a comfortable chair to steal a Leisurely.

As soon as he walked into the front yard of Fanhuazhai, walked into the corridor, lowered the canopy, and poured raindrops on the canopy, he heard a sound of footsteps.The eunuch in the hall ran over, crossed his hands respectfully and said, "Mr. Wenren, the Supreme Emperor sent someone to ask Mr. Wenren to come to Meteor Hall."

Huang Yan only asked: "What does he want?"

The eunuch replied: "It is said that Mr. Wenren should go over and play mahjong."

Huang Yan said simply: "Then please tell him - I just want to practice calligraphy, but I don't have time to play mahjong with him."

After hearing this, the eunuch immediately wrote it down, and only said "here".

Huang Yan asked again: "Are there any four treasures of study in the hall?"

The eunuch replied: "Yes!"

Huang Yan stopped talking, walked forward, walked along the corridor, and walked into the first floor of the palace. He put an oiled paper umbrella on the shelf on the first floor, and soon found the Four Treasures of the Study, and brought them to the table. Unfold the Chinese paper, press it with a paperweight first, grind the ink by yourself, then dip the brush in one hand, and lightly squeeze the cuff with the other hand, the moment the tip of the pen touches the Chinese paper, it is the elegant calligraphy that moves the world, but it is written on a piece of paper. A paper manuscript.

When the ink was completely dry, he rolled up the manuscript, put it into a bamboo tube, held the bamboo tube, and thought: Since I am in Pingjing now, when I go back, I will drop by there to deliver this thing.

In the Xiaoxiang Pavilion of the Meteor Hall, Su Zhongming muttered regretfully while touching and looking at the cards: "I finally wanted to play mahjong, but Wuji refused to reward me. Could it be that people who can write well like calligraphy more? "

Shangyuan He Xiang listened, and asked with concern: "Wenren Wuji can also play mahjong?"

Shi Chaojing answered first: "Last time, he came to play mahjong. I don't know whether it was because of his good luck or his good poker skills. He won several rounds in a row! Zhong Ming has always refused to admit defeat, and insisted on asking him to play a few more rounds."

Su Zhongming immediately defended: "I don't have it, I... just... see that he is under a lot of pressure to investigate the case, so I play mahjong with him to relieve the pressure!"

Shi Chaojing could see that he was making excuses, but he didn't expose him face to face, but continued to draw and look at the cards.

Shangyuan He Xiang took the opportunity to ask: "How is his calligraphy, why don't you let me have a look?"

Even if Su Zhongming didn't take a look at Shangyuan Hexiang's expression, he understood the meaning of her words in his heart, and said: "His calligraphy is just like his face, but I don't have a piece of paper he wrote in my hand. draft."

Shangyuan Hexiang lowered his eyes and remained silent, his regretful expression was revealed on his beautiful face.

Su Zhongming secretly glanced at Shangyuan Hexiang, and said in his heart: Sister, I know you are familiar with Wuji's handwriting, but the case has not been solved now, and his original identity cannot be known to outsiders, so you will be wronged for a few years!Alas, he is the father you recognize in this world, but I don't have a father in this world. Sometimes I envy you, even if we can't recognize each other now, at least we can meet each other.

Before dusk, the rain really stopped, and the gloomy sky cast a rich orange light, with a touch of purple in the orange light, which was very coquettish and moving.At this time, many people had gone home to rest or prepare to cook, but Huang Yan came to the house of the Fengyue Library Federation alone, wearing a black demon fox mask, a thin cloak to cover his hair, and a bamboo tube in his hand. In front of the gate of the mansion, pass through the open gate generously.

The waiter took him into the living room, and then went to inform the master, Huang Yan just waited in the living room.After a while, an elegant middle-aged man walked in with big strides. When he saw Huang Yan, he greeted him with a smile: "So it's the top of the list, today is it...?"

Without further ado, Huang Yan handed out the bamboo tube to the president of the Calligraphy Association.The president immediately took the bamboo tube, took out the manuscript in the bamboo tube, glanced at it, and said to Huang Yan: "This is the second book of "Taoyao Monk in a Quilt". This new book has just come out, and many book friends are vying for it." Come buy! It turns out that so many people like to read the story of the beautiful monk and the little fairy."

Huang Yan opened his lips: "If it is still as good as the old one, I will publish a third one."

The president smiled and agreed: "That's natural, that's natural!" Suddenly remembering the matter, he immediately said: "By the way, the storekeeper of the library said that the Supreme Emperor is your old book friend, and he seems to want to meet for a while. You, if you want, I can arrange it for you."

Huang Yan replied bluntly: "No need, I don't want to involve the people in power in the Taizheng court."

After the president heard it, although he felt it was a pity, he didn't force him, he just said: "I will settle your last manuscript fee for you."

Huang Yan replied: "Thank you, President."

After dusk, he left the mansion, crossed the long street in Fangshi, and walked towards the direction of Miyagi on foot, holding some heavy wooden boxes in his hands, and said to himself while walking: "Unexpectedly, you can also give me Add this pocket money, before I go back, I should buy some small gifts and give them to you when I go back."

It just so happened that a carriage came slowly from the front and passed by Huang Yan's side. The hollowed out window revealed Su Meier's gorgeous face. If she didn't recognize her, the carriage drove her to the south of Baihu Bridge.

In the cold spring on Yangui Island, Wu Yan suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water, stroked the water droplets on his face, and was about to swim elsewhere, when suddenly a few wild flowers fell from the sky and landed on the water beside him, he was startled , hurriedly looked up to the high place, but saw Yang Qingyuan squatting on the high place.

Yang Qingyuan's voice came down from a high place: "For you."

Wu Yan asked: "How do you know I'm here?"

Yang Qingyuan carefully went down to the lower rocks with the basket, and replied: "Naturally, it depends on wisdom." Putting the basket aside, he squatted down again, and asked, "Is this the cold spring? It's no different from ordinary running water. .”

Wu Yan didn't explain much, just said: "You will know if you try it?"

Yang Qingyuan joked: "Would you like me to test the water, or you?"

With a straight face, Wu Yan grabbed a wild flower floating on the water and threw it at Yang Qingyuan. Before Yang Qingyuan could block it, the wild flower hit his shoulder and fell to the ground. The wet petals were on the clothes on his shoulders. Water stains were left on it.

Yang Qingyuan persuaded: "Don't throw it away anymore, if I wet my clothes, I will wear your clothes and go back."

Wu Yan warned: "You have to be careful what you say, you can't let my family hear what you said just now."

Yang Qingyuan smiled: "You are so frightened, it must be that your elders don't know about the three lives you agreed with my brother? Does it not count if you don't know?"

Wu Yan got a little angry, and shouted: "Yang Qingyuan! You..."

Knowing his temper, Yang Qingyuan immediately surrendered without waiting for his anger to rise to the sky: "Okay, okay, just take it as a joke."

Hearing this, Wu Yan was really angry and didn't care about it anymore, seeing Yang Qingyuan poking the water surface with an index finger and then retracting it immediately, he said to him: "If you can bear the coldness of the cold spring, come down, I'm going far away."

Yang Qingyuan asked: "Can your cat swim in this cold spring?"

Wu Yan confessed: "It's a cowardly cat who is terribly afraid of the cold."

Yang Qingyuan also confessed: "I'm also a cowardly man who is terribly afraid of the cold, and I won't take risks casually."

Wu Yan just said: "Then you just stay here." After speaking, he dived into the bottom of the water, but no one was there.

After a while, Wu Yan finally surfaced again, brushed his hair back to the back of his head again, stroked the water droplets on his face, and then swam on the water surface with breaststroke, looked around, and couldn't help thinking: I'm really afraid I dare not come down from the cold...

Just as Wu Yan was swimming back for a while, he suddenly felt a foot being pulled, and he was surprised. He had swum here countless times since he was a child, and he knew that there would be no water monsters in this water, but he was pulled by something just now. He kicked his foot, which really made him confused and wary.

The moment he stopped moving forward, an arm stretched out from the water and grabbed his shoulder, his eyes widened, and he turned his head immediately, only to meet Yang Qingyuan's face.

After brushing off the water droplets on his face and seeing Wu Yan's face clearly, Yang Qingyuan smiled and asked intentionally: "Did you meet a ghost? Why do you look like this?"

But Wuyan looked serious, pointing at Yang Qing's name and questioning: "Did you play tricks in the water just now?" Without waiting for Yang Qingyuan's answer, he reprimanded him immediately: "You came here uninvited to be a guest at Murong's family, You should be more honest than others! It's dangerous to do this kind of prank in the water, don't you know! You..."

Before the reprimand was finished, Yang Qingyuan suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him in front of him. The petals fell gently on the petals, and he was stunned like those trees on the bank, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat Unable to speak.

Wu Yan broke free, pushed Yang Qingyuan slightly further away, then turned around and walked away.Yang Qingyuan hurriedly swam to catch up, swam to his side, and opened his lips: "We have already been intimate, and kissing you is not bad this time, so why are you angry? My brother doesn't know."

Wu Yan just kept swimming forward, ignoring Yang Qingyuan, as if treating him like air.In order to please Wu Yan, Yang Qingyuan had no choice but to say: "How about this, in exchange for what I saw on the night when the murder happened."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Yan immediately turned his head to look at Yang Qingyuan, half-believing and half-doubting: "You didn't play me?"

Yang Qingyuan added: "But I have a request, you can't tell anyone that I said it."

Wu Yan simply agreed: "Yes." He hurriedly asked again: "Shall I go to you tonight, or will you come to me?"

Yang Qingyuan immediately said: "You come to me."

Wu Yan changed the subject and asked, "Is the cold spring cold?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "It was really cold when I just jumped down! I felt like I was going to freeze to death! I swam desperately, and slowly felt that it was just the beginning of winter. It turns out that you will swim here for a long time, the reason is this !"

Wu Yan was in a good mood, and said generously: "Next time you come to Yangui Island, you have to swim here with me to be a guest on Yangui Island."

Yang Qingyuan thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Then if my brother comes back, won't you be afraid...?"

Wu Yan was puzzled: "What else is there to be afraid of when swimming with you? Qing Ming won't mind this?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "When I was in Pingjing, I have already said that my brother is narrow-minded. Just seeing our loincloth hanging on the branch is enough to think about many things that shouldn't be thought..."

Wu Yan blurted out: "You didn't wear a loincloth?!"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "Aren't you wearing it too?"

The two fell into dead silence at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.

The author says:

Do you know what is written in Huang Yan's "The Monk Holding the Quilt"?It was Zhu Yanfeng who wrote it! (laugh)

When I first wrote this book in the second half of 18, when I was thinking of the name of the palace, the word "prosperity" suddenly popped up in my mind, and I thought it was very suitable for Huang Yan.

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