Summon players, rebuild Dawei

In the middle of the night, the cold wind pierced through the bones, and the trilogy who had just completed the task quickly stepped onto the corridor along the snow-covered stone path, and was allowed to enter the house after the servant reported.

As soon as he opened the door, Xie Shi felt an oncoming heat mixed with a rich aroma, enveloping his body, making his frozen limb joints and facial muscles gradually relax.

Xie Shi took a few breaths, and when he followed Xu Hai's footsteps around the screen, a delicate meow suddenly came from his ear. He turned his head and followed the sound, and saw a little raccoon with clean and smooth fur Lying by the stove, watching him.

There are also two lavender cages placed beside the hearth, and it is obvious that the deep and strong fragrance is coming from here.

Thinking that what was smoked on it might be the clothes that the gentleman will wear in a few days, Xie Shi quickly looked away as if he was afraid of offending the master.

Entering the back room, Xie Min was sitting in front of the desk wearing a dark silk coat. The thick and moist black silk was loosely tied with a misty ribbon, and it fell straight down on the mat covered with a velvet blanket.

Xie Shi didn't dare to look any further, he quickly lowered his head and knelt on one knee and said, "My lord."

"How?" Xie Min asked calmly.

"According to your instructions, I carefully inspected Yu Xuehuan's painting house, and there are a lot of your painting scrolls piled up in it. I saw a lot of them last time."

After the words fell, the room fell into a suffocating silence.

Xie Min lowered his gaze to the jade hairpin lying quietly in the box, a self-mockery appeared on the corner of his lips.

Sure enough... Those paintings were not made by Jiang Shu.

Everything is his speculation and self-indulgence.

Looking back on all the misunderstandings and coincidences in the past, an indescribable anger seized his mind.

It was as if the bright moonlight that had been covering him was covered by the sudden thick clouds. He feared that there would be no moonlight in the future, and he was helpless against the thick clouds that day. He was at a loss, angry, and lost his mind for a while.

But he knew that this kind of emotion was unreasonable, and he couldn't confide in anyone to dispel it, so he tasted its cruelty and helplessness more and more.

Fortunately, he never showed his mixed emotions to others, and he still had time to draw a line and return to the right path.

This is a good thing.

If one day in the future, the lord ascends to the throne, he must marry a wife and have children, and have an heir, so as to better stabilize the hearts of his subordinates.

While calmly persuading himself, he also felt a piercing pain spreading densely in his heart, and his unwillingness grew wildly like the mold that breeds on a rainy day.

"I also found this thing." After a long silence before Lang Jun spoke, Xie Shi took the initiative to take out a thin booklet from his arms and presented it to him.

Xu Hai watched the master's expression, took the brochure and handed it to Xie Yin.

This is a picture book bound with twine, if you open a page at will, you will see not only the color pictures on it, but also the words on the side.

——"As we all know, there is a proud and dignified beauty living in Taishou Jiang's mansion. The prefect is very precious about him. He hides him and doesn't want to show it to everyone. It's like raising a rare canary in the world."

Xie Yin looked at these lines of text quietly, his throat seemed to be strangled by something as cold as iron.

It was clear that there were only two people around, but he felt that the place illuminated by the candle was noisy, as if there were countless strange faces peeping here, and the whispers gathered into a piercing sound that hit his lungs, making his throat itchy and short of breath. Chang, suddenly dropped the picture book, covered his lips and coughed violently.

Xu Hai hurriedly handed over the tea. After he took a sip of the tea, his cough didn't stop, but intensified. In an instant, his pale face showed a sickly blush like rouge.

"Lang Jun!"

Both people in the room panicked.

Xu Hai hurried to get the pill, and after a while, he brought the warm water and the life-renewing pill to Xie Min, mumbling in his mouth: "Isn't this purple pill effective for one year? Last time Jiang Shijun prepared an extra one here, sir, take the pill quickly..."

After finally suppressing the fishy sweetness in his throat, Xie Min slowly let go of his hand covering his lips, took the purple pill he handed over and held it in his hand, his eyes full of gloom.

Seeing the bright red oozing from between his fingers, Xu Hai realized that he had coughed up blood again in just this moment, and his thin lips were also stained with blood foam.

"Lang Jun, take the pill quickly, don't wait until the condition worsens, it will be terrible." Xu Hai persuaded him more and more anxiously, wishing to stuff the medicine into his mouth.

Xie Min glanced at him, picked up the water glass, and swallowed the elixir.

As always, the life-continuing pill took effect quickly, and within a few moments, the restless depression in the lungs gradually calmed down.

"Lang Jun, those paintings..." Xie Shi said tentatively.

"Burn." He said flatly.

Xie Shi immediately lowered his head and said "No".

·

The next day was still cloudy with light snow.

When Jiang Shu got up early in the morning, the first thing she heard was that the textile factory was flooded.

According to Buqu’s report, last night around the time of the ugly hour, a fire broke out in the studio that produced patterns and templates for the embroidery pavilion. Fortunately, the female workers who shifted at night found it in time, and it happened to be snowing. The fire did not spread to other places, but only the painting The house and the drawing paper inside were burnt clean. For the painter himself, it was a great disaster.

However, it is fortunate that no one was injured in such a big fire. In comparison, the loss of some paintings is nothing.

Jiang Shu knew that the owner of that painting house was a player, and such a big event would definitely cause waves among the players.

So he opened the forum search while having breakfast, and as expected, he found Yu Xuehuan's post on the homepage.

[Yu Xuehuan: When I got home from get off work, I turned on my phone and saw that the private message exploded. The list scrolled down and told me to play the game.Or was it banned again?

When I went online, I saw, good guy, something more terrible than being banned happened, and my happy hometown burned down!

But this is not normal. I didn't smoke and warm up in the studio. I also extinguished the candles before going offline yesterday. How could there be a fire for no reason?

So I think there must be a conspiracy in it.

If this is a plot specially set by the game, then I can't help but curse, game planner, NMSL!

If there is a villain who is jealous of me and has many fans, and burns my paintings to make my mind explode, then let me tell you, sorry, I have uploaded and saved all the paintings. If you burn them, I will still have them!

It's just a pity that the comic book I made by myself, I wanted to keep it as a souvenir, but now it's so burned that I can't find it.

All in all, I have already reported the case to the government. If I really find out which traitor burned my painting, just wait and see, I will force you to retreat! 】

After reading the post, Jiang Shu closed the forum, thinking that if there was no source of fire left in the house as Yu Xuehuan said, then the fire was really strange.

However, once he thought that it was Yu Xuehuan's "Happy Hometown" that was being burned, he couldn't help feeling a little gloating. It would be good if the secret passage was burned clean, so that he wouldn't worry about the aborigines accidentally bumping into the fan pictures in that room.

Jiang Shu thinks he is quite generous, he can give players the freedom to create with others, but some creations are beyond the limit, which makes people uncomfortable.

After he saw this matter, he didn't pay much attention to it. The officials of Thief Cao had already investigated it. It would be best if he could find out the cause of the fire. If he couldn't find out, it could only be treated as an accident.

When it was time to eat at noon, Jiang Shu remembered that Xie Min had also admired Yu Xuehuan's embroidery, and wanted to mention this to him, but after sitting down for a long time, the other party made an unexpected decision.

"You want to move away, why?" Jiang Shu was stunned for a while and asked in a daze.

"I'm here as a borrower. Before, there were only the lord and some attendants in the mansion. It's okay for me to live here. Now that my relatives are going to move in, I can't bother you any more." Xie Min replied in a slow tone.

"There are many empty courtyards in this mansion. Even if you live here, you won't meet each other very often."

"There are female relatives in the mansion, so it's inconvenient after all."

Jiang Shu was speechless for a moment.

The reason Xie Yin said is indeed very reasonable, but there is always an inexplicable intuition in his heart: he is angry with me.

The other party's emotions may have started last night, but Jiang Shu couldn't figure out where he offended him.

After hesitating for a moment, he simply asked directly: "Brother Xie, are you angry with me?"

"My lord is too worried." Xie Min denied it, and then reminded me in a solemn and flawless tone, "Now my lord is the governor, so it is not appropriate to call me 'Brother Xie' in public."

Jiang Shu thought it was funny for no reason, not knowing what kind of drama this was, and asked cooperatively: "Then what should I call you?"

"You can call me by my official title or by my name."

"Ah Yin?"

Xie Yin heard this address suddenly, and couldn't help his heart pounding. He deliberately corrected it in a cold tone: "Biaozi."

Jiang Shu pursed her lower lip and changed her words: "Qixian."

"Yeah." Xie Yin responded without a trace of warmth, his attitude seemed to suddenly return to the time when we first met, cold, like ceramics in the snow, tightly closing his heart.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Shu suddenly felt stubborn, and said, "But I'm used to calling you Brother Xie, so it doesn't matter if I don't change it in private?"

"Follow my lord's will."

Jiang Shu stared at him intently for a while, Xie Min drank his tea alone, never turning his head to look at him, as if deliberately leaving him with this indifferent profile.

He suddenly felt powerless, looked away and said, "Let's eat."

·

Compared with the speed of finding a foothold when he first came here, this time, Xu Hai bought the house at a very fast speed. Xie Yin only said that he would move the day before, but the next day, Jiang Shu heard that there were servants in the yard next door who started to pack things.

And according to the speed at which Xie's servants cleaned up and cleaned the house, it was estimated that Xie Min would officially move out in three days at most.

Every time he thought of this, Jiang Shu couldn't help feeling depressed.

In the past two days, watching the servants busy in and out of the mansion, even knowing that even if Xie Min moved out, he still had to come to the government office to work every day, he still felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

But he can't stop it from happening, he can only accept the reality.

Although I am in a bad mood, I still have to live.

When the back mansion of the state capital was trapped in an inexplicably gloomy atmosphere, the long-awaited twelfth lunar month finally arrived.

In the afternoon of that day, Bu Jingyun led the army back to Miryang before the lantern festival began, and the people of the city gathered on the street to welcome the army's victory.

In the evening, the governor's mansion hosted a celebration banquet.

Tables are filled with delicacies and delicacies, the fragrance is dense, and the wine is splashing everywhere. The officials are immersed in pushing and changing glasses, but the players only care about eating, thinking to finish eating quickly, and have time to change their clothes to participate in the street parade Activity.

It was night, when the afterglow of the evening faded away, and the city was shrouded in twilight, thousands of brilliant lights were lit up in the East and West cities and Guangyan Street, and the La Ri Festival finally began.