pin gold

Zhou Tan smiled indifferently: "Let's marinate it to taste."

He Lianyun couldn't help being amused for a while, he pinched Zhou Tan's shoulders through the blanket, and teased him in this unbalanced situation: "Go to sleep."

Zhou Tan huddled under the blanket for a while, and felt that his head was hot and his brain was stuffy for a while. He poked out his sweaty forehead from the layers of cashmere, and had no choice but to meet He Lianyun's eyes.

There have always been no waves in his eyes, whether it is trivial daily affairs or sudden incidents, they may not be able to cause many waves in it. It seems that he has been taught a complete set of early warning and coping mechanisms. Move like a mountain, everything should be planned before moving.

But Zhou Tan saw a little wave of depression, and the pressure on his shoulders was a bit too heavy. He frowned, and in a mysterious way, he took the tip of his nose and lightly rubbed the bridge of the straight nose on the opposite side.

He slipped away without stopping, and now his whole head was held down.

He Lianyun's knuckles happened to be stuck on the side of his face, and he rubbed it slightly, with a little undetectable strength: "Didn't you say that you are going to sleep?"

His panting sound was a little heavier, mixed with hot air in Zhou Tan's ear, Zhou Tan didn't have time to think about the second half of the matter, the medical book he had just turned over was like a wild donkey running wild, stirring in his head A transparent.

"Wait—" Zhou Tan suddenly said: "The owner of the business—"

The owner of the business has not been mentioned much recently, but was hung up by Zhou Tanji at this time, and He Lianyun choked on his chest: "What?"

"I have to report to the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce." Zhou Tan dawdled and got down to the ground again, went to the small cabinet in the corner, and touched his golden paper and lake green pen in the dark.

There was no place to spread the paper, and the inkstone was also stored in the next car. There was no ink or anything, so he could only press the paper on the car, poke and draw with a sharp pen tip, and made a few marks temporarily. After finishing the important matter, he didn't leave a few more words, and handed it all over to the recipient, trying to figure out the meaning from this almost invisible trace.

Just as the paper was folded and taken back, the horse's hoof stepped on a piece of gravel, and the entire frame of the carriage boomed, and Zhou Tan was thrown half an inch up.

He took a step back and tried to stand still, with his hands directly around his waist, and he flew his head out without telling him.

It's really not a good place to write a letter, Zhou Tan thought, pulled back his body, and laughed again: "How long will it take?"

He was pinched on his knees, unable to move from left to right, he simply took out a card-sized booklet from under his sleeve, put his forehead on He Lianyun's shoulder, pinched his fingertips and began to read.

"It's dawn."

Getting too close, the sense of existence of that fragrance is too strong, doubts rushed up again, He Lianyun asked him: "What kind of fragrance is this?"

"Probably, it's poison?" Zhou Tan said, with a slight indifferent smile in his tone: "Let's marinate it to taste, and save the corner of the lavender."

"What poison is there?" He Lianyun tightened his arms and lowered his voice.

"I can't remember." Zhou Tan turned his face to look at him, and brushed the corners of his straight lips that looked a little cold: "Except for this smell, there is no trace at all."

The carriage and horses were bumping, blocking most of the cold wind that swept in, Zhou Tan lowered his eyelids drowsily, wrapped in a blanket, and sank into the opposite chest.

He Lianyun opened the gap to let him into the outer cloak, ignored the thick and faint fragrance, resting his chin on Zhou Tan's hair.

Both of them are considered, so sit tight.

-

At the foot of Yanshan Pass, in the thousands of miles of grassland, the long-lived wood that has sunk into the sky is the central fulcrum, supporting a thick and pointed tent.

On the top of the tent in the middle, there was a fat eagle squatting. Its overly round body covered the golden eagle body with golden light dripping from behind.

Its two round eyes swept across the snow-covered mountains, and slowly fixed on the winding procession of horses and horses. It chirped in a hurry, spread its wings, and flew towards the blue tents in the northwest direction.

The pointed tents were connected to each other, and the thick snow-colored fur was spread on the top, and the long tassels with tassels hung down in front of the tent doors.

The pig-iron fence was built as high as a city wall. When the watchmen saw the horses and horses, they whistled, and the two iron gates opened.

The middle tent is built in the hinterland of the pasture. The crescent-shaped pasture wraps the tent group in the heart, and on its green edge, there is a small stream flowing like a transparent ribbon. A wishful knot is tied on the crescent moon.

At this time, a thin layer of ice begins to emerge, announcing the coolness of the coming winter.

Zhou Tan wrote a letter to the Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce on the way, intending to buy some Nanzhicao, but after writing the letter, he fell asleep and hadn't fully woken up yet.

He Lianyun opened his eyes one step earlier than him, moved his body slightly, the strength on his wrists was still there, and lowered his eyelids to look at the silent face.

At first glance, it was a face that hadn't experienced much wind and frost. It was as moist as a piece of tissue paper that hadn't been painted yet, but there was a not-so-rough callus on the palm that was wiped last night. It was obviously left by holding the sword for a long time. Mark of.

He stretched out two fingers to lift Zhou Tan's head, which was about to hit his chest. The speed of the carving car had slowed down, and it must have been on the flat central road.

But He Lianyun didn't lift the curtain of the car to look out, the person in his arms fluttered for a while, although his eyes were still closed pretending to be deaf and dumb, a layer of red slowly climbed up his ears.

A thin layer of red, like a streak of carmine spreading across the paper.

"Why are you so dazed?" He Lianyun lowered his voice and said, "We've already arrived."

"Is that so..." Zhou Tan sat up straight slowly, wrapped his outer robe, and carried several layers of blankets on his back, then jumped out of the car and looked at the tents connected one after the other.

It was not yet dawn, and the place where the martial arts was practiced was still a few miles away, so there were not many people in the entire royal court, only a flock of hawks gathered on the top, chirping, each fat and oily, probing the round and short little ones. Head down.

The supply department jumped out of the car and began to move the luggage. Large and small boxes were dragged on the ground, leaving marks one after another.

Zhou Tanren was not awake, he just stood there with a thick blanket of three or two catties on his shoulders, and his whole body was swept into a mess by the wind.

At this time, the wind was so strong that when he opened his mouth, he was poured a mouthful of sand. He Lianyun pulled back the blanket with one hand and pulled the person back with the other: "When the sun comes out, the wind will be less."

The tent in the center was waiting with the door open. It was evident that it had just been carefully tended to. The charcoal stove was burning, and it was estimated that a few pieces of incense had been mixed in, leaving a lingering smell.

Zhou Tan carried his small box, pots and pans, plunged into the spacious mattress inside, threw away his boots in a half-dream, and first made a nest for himself.

The glass bottles brought along the way were lined up in a different place. Some of the Bilianbo grass had grown very tall, but Zhou Tan hadn't figured out what it was that made them grow like crazy. Several plants had reached the edge of the bottle mouth, He Lianyun put the pile of grass seeds on the corner cabinet, and picked out the thicker and thicker incense slices in the stove.

A little wind blows in, dispelling the overly thick incense.

-

Zhongzhou Chamber of Commerce.

The nearest branch in Youzhou received the letter and began to check the account books recording the warehouse inventory.

Nanzhi grass is not a common medicinal material, and it is so delicate that the temperature must be controlled.The steward of the Youzhou branch turned around from the stairs thinking about his abacus, holding the medicine box to see the year and time marked on it, and saw a young girl holding a piece of grass to the tip of her nose, sniffing carefully.

"Miss, what did you see?" He raised his voice and asked.

"The wind in the head is either cold, or hot, or it's a combination of cold and heat, why did you use this medicine? It seems..."

Her tone was very light, and her expression was also very light, so light that her whole body was like a wisp of smoke floating down, not attracting dust very much.

"We don't know about that. Mr. Lang wants this grass by name. I think there are still a bunch of them in the library. No one has used them. They are all from 20 years ago."

The steward knocked on the pipe: "It has been stored for 20 years. I see this grass. The longer it is, the stronger the medicine will be. So I put it on."

The sound of loading a car came from the backyard. Lu Chengzhi held up the corners of her skirt and wiped off the grass clippings on her fingertips with the soft handkerchief hanging around her waist: "When are you leaving? I'll go together."

"I'll go tomorrow morning. If Miss is going, I'll let you know."

"Okay." She replied softly, and lifted the root and leaf in her hand to her eyes for a closer look. After 20 years without seeing the sun, the grass leaf still showed a mottled green color, obviously it was well preserved.

"Why did you keep such a batch of herbs back then?" She thought of something, and suddenly asked: "It is expensive and not easy to preserve. There is not much use in Yujing City for a year. It takes so much effort to store such a batch. There must be someone , from the beginning."

"I don't know. I have been in the library for so many years, and even the Patriarch was still squatting at home to study. I came late, and I don't know the old things of the old Patriarch at that time."

"Okay." Lu Chengzhi bowed slightly to him, twisted the bodhi seed on his wrist and slid it slowly.

The two slender eyebrows were slightly frowned, she turned sideways, and the steward bumped into her face, and found that this man's face was as white as a layer of first snow, almost transparent.

There is no rouge on the cheeks, no lip balm on the lips, not even the earrings and hairpins that girls usually use at home, only a string of bodhi seeds on the wrist, and a red string that looks heavily worn.

Duan is extremely dull, there are no carefully piled colors, and even the face can't be seen clearly, but there is a little bit, the breath like cold water pervades, making people want to get closer to find out.The steward lowered his head not to look directly at her, and the abacus in his hand didn't stop.

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