After wearing lotus essence

In the middle of winter, the long-awaited snow finally fell.

In this place in Kyoto, the rain is crackling, but the snow is falling quietly.

But the quieter the snow, the bigger it is, gently falling on the eaves and stone roads, it will give people a big blow if they don't pay attention.

Lianyu was hitting the ice cone on the eaves with a long bamboo pole, muttering as she hit, "I'm freezing to death! Why is it so cold this year! I'm going to be frozen like a small fish!"

Rong Mu was directly wrapped in a thick quilt, and sat on the threshold in a very shapeless manner. A large piece of goose feather floated in, and he reached out to take it, thinking that Brother Wang might have arrived in the capital by this time.

"Shang Cizhou seems to be very busy these days." He said.

Lianyu wiped the snowdrops on the tip of her nose: "The winter snow is too thick to cause disasters. The emperor probably ordered ministers from all over the country to ask the people to sweep more snow from the roofs to prevent houses from collapsing."

Rong Mu thought for a while: "Yes, the thick snow will crush the roof."

Lianyu tapped five or six ice picks in a row, and then said to Rong Mu with a long breath: "Master! Look! Now you don't have to worry about being hit when you walk over!"

Rong Mu bared his teeth: "Thank you Yuyu for your hard work."

Embarrassed, Lianyu raised her shoulders and wiped the side of her face, followed by a hey laugh.

The master and servant huddled together under the eaves like the little swallows in winter, and after a while, Lang Xi came over with a tea set, and the red clay stove was warming the best snow dew.

Lang Xi poured a small cup for Rong Mu: "Your Highness, try this?"

Rong Mu took a sip and his eyes widened: "This tastes good."

Lang Xi hurriedly said: "This is the new tea of ​​this year, the top-grade Junshan Silver Needle. After taking a sip, His Majesty asked the servants to bring it to His Majesty."

Rong Mu nodded without being surprised: "Has Your Majesty eaten?"

Lang Xi: "No, I'm still discussing matters with the courtiers."

Rong Mu wrapped himself in a large cold-resistant quilt, and said: "Tell him to eat on time, don't fight at a young age and not break your body, and end up hungry in the palace."

Lang Xi smiled and said: "Hey, hey, your words are still effective, how can the servants persuade His Majesty? The servants will go back and tell the imperial dining room to prepare quickly."

Rong Mu waved his hand: "Go."

Lang Xi put down the tea, looked back at Lianyu who was wearing a little red jacket, and then slowly left from the corridor.

Rong Mu dug a little snow from the side and squeezed it into a gourd shape. Lianyu imitated his posture and squeezed one too. Rong Mu said casually: "I've asked you to go to Jiang Yunxing's place to get medicine these few days. Would you like to see it?" So he is dispensing other medicines?"

Lianyu thought about it carefully: "He does seem to be studying something. Every time he sees me, the first sentence is always to greet the master's body... Does the master still have palpitations recently?"

Rong Mu: "It's much better than before. I'm very skeptical now that Shang Cizhou, the chosen son of heaven, is really capable of breaking the sky."

Lianyu: "Huh?"

Rong Mu pinched another snowman and said, "Do you know Mr. Nandai Hua?"

Lianyu shook her head.

Rong Mu didn't want to talk too much with Lianyu, he just said: "In short, every 50 years in the Southern Dynasty, there will be a strange person like me, who will share the body with Wang Lian and become a humanoid spirit. None of the flower lords of the past dynasties, no matter how big or small, is worthy After going through the relationship history, it’s good to come to my place, and talk directly to the emperor of the enemy country.”

Lianyu was surprised: "Could it be that the palpitations in the past were not only caused by the injury there, but also related to it?"

Rong Mu nodded: "It's impossible not to ask Shang Cizhou to fall in love. He can find a way out if there is no way out. Besides, I think this person gets along well, so I just let him go. As for the strictness of heaven? Worry, do whatever you want now, anyway, I feel that it can’t beat Diwang Ziwei Xing.”

Lianyu completely changed his view of Shang Cizhou after passing through the West Vietnam battlefield, and he nodded deeply.

Shang Cizhou is a fierce man.

The two drank two sips of tea peacefully, and Lianyu said to Rong Mu again: "Why didn't you see that pipa player looking for his master recently?"

Rong Mu: "How can you, look behind."

Lianyu was taken aback, then turned her head, and saw Zhong Ling squatting in the corner, scratching something on the ground with small stones.

Lianyu got goosebumps: "Why do I feel that this person is a little weird?... The master doesn't know, every night he is next to me, either playing the pipa or throwing turtle shells, it's like being possessed by an evil spirit."

Rong Mu looked sideways: "Anyone who can still not be weak in front of Shang Cizhou should have a little different ability."

Lianyu beckoned to Zhong Ling: "Musical players, come here!"

Zhong Ling carefully looked at Rong Mu, his face was a little red, Rong Mu coughed: "Come and play."

Only then did Zhong Ling hurriedly turn around and go back to the house to get the pipa, and then ran over quickly, Rong Mu motioned him to sit under the eaves, half of the latter's well-behaved buttocks were touched.

Rong Mu: "Seeing me, have you written a new song? Why have you been watching it quietly recently?"

Zhong Ling respectfully said: "When I return to Your Highness, I have some new feelings. It's just that the grassroots saw that His Majesty seemed dissatisfied with me a few days ago, so they avoided it a little."

Rong Mu comforted him: "It's okay, he's just jealous. If you live with me, usually there won't be any major problems."

Only then did Zhong Ling let out a small sigh of relief.

He plucked the strings of the pipa twice, and said softly to Rong Mu: "Looking at it, Your Highness seems to be a little more tired than at the beginning of winter, do you want to listen to the music?"

Rong Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said without any trace: "I won't listen for now, but how did you see it?"

Zhong Ling looked at him, a pair of pale pupils were a bit deserted and inorganic, but he also had a pair of smiling eyes, and rushed to this uncomfortable sense of distance.

He said: "It's just that the grassroots divinations a few days ago vaguely calculated that His Highness has encountered ups and downs recently and needs a good life to nourish his body and mind."

Rong Mu hummed twice: "You really have a hand, so what's the point?"

Zhong Ling shook his head: "It's gone. Apart from playing the pipa, the grass folks only play the divination and fortune-telling skills handed down in their families. In the past, if the pipa didn't make money, the grass folks would set up stalls to tell fortunes."

Rong Mu said amusedly: "Multi-dwelling development, he really is a talent."

Zhong Ling didn't quite understand, but she still seized the rare opportunity to get close to Rong Mu and said, "If Your Highness is curious, you can give me a strand of hair, and the grassroots may be able to find out some secrets and figure out whether what you think is good or not Shun."

Rong Mu hissed, thinking about just one hair, Dong Lai was under a lot of pressure, and sometimes the hair would fall out on the pillow when he got up in the morning, but he was about to pull out the hair when he was stopped by the man who came back from outside.

Rong Mu's movements froze, and he quickly winked at Zhong Ling and hinted: "Quick retreat!"

Zhong Ling was quite clever, and was about to pack up the pipa and leave, but Shang Cizhou caught him a step too late, and he saluted the emperor with a smirk: "Your Majesty, Wanan."

Shang Cizhou: "What are you doing, you guys are so lively when I'm not here?"

Wrapped in a quilt, Rong Mu stood up and said, "Nothing, just chatting here, why did His Majesty come back so early today?"

Shang Cizhou came over and touched his palm, feeling warm, he said: "I've dealt with everything, so I'll come back to accompany you naturally."

Rong Mu was about to divert Shang Cizhou's attention and pull him into the room, but was interrupted by the emperor: "Gu Fang heard you talking about divination and fortune-telling from a distance, why? Ting Zhi is also curious about these things?"

Rong Mu blinked his eyes, knowing that this hurdle would be impossible to pass, he simply broke the can and said: "It's not because I'm curious, but because Zhong Ling just knows a little bit, I thought I'd be idle if I was idle, so I just played casually."

Shang Cizhou looked at him with a gentle expression and said: "The parents of the body and skin, how can Ting Zhi pull the hair at will?"

Rong Mu muttered and made up in a low voice: "Didn't I tell him to take a look at our marriage line?"

Shang Cizhou turned to look at Zhong Ling, with a smile on his face, he said, "You asked Ting Zhi to give you hair?"

Zhong Ling stepped back unconsciously, and Rong Mu hurriedly said, "No, I did it voluntarily!"

Zhong Ling hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the emperor's black brocade boots moving on the ground. The golden dragon pattern on them showed the noble status of the master.

Zhong Ling looked at it and felt that the aberration was really flexible, as if he had come to life. His eyes were frozen, and it took him a while to hear the emperor calling him.

Lianyu whispered at the side: "Come back to your senses! Are you scared? Your Majesty asks you if this is a marriage!"

Only then did Zhong Ling come back to his senses: "...Returning to Your Majesty, if you do the calculation casually, you only need to look at the face; if you do the calculation carefully, you need to start a fortune-telling; Looking at the sky, the turtle's back, and the life-"

Shang Cizhou said "oh" slowly: "Since that's the case, Gu is quite interested, but you can't use Ting Zhi's stuff, why don't you try it with Gu's hair?"

Lang Xi said in surprise, "Your Majesty, no!"

Shang Cizhou smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, let's see how good you are, but I have to make it clear, forget it, I have to find a monk from the Huguo Temple to match a pair, if it is right , it means that you are not lying, if the calculation is wrong, Gu will not be able to tolerate you."

Zhong Ling was taken aback, kowtowed for a long while and said: "Your Majesty, the grassroots are not liars, and I have never missed it in my life!"

Shang Cizhou: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand and took out a sharp blade from the waist of the guard at the side. Before Rong Mu could stop him, Shang Cizhou turned his head and cut off four or five long black hairs.

The hair was fluttering in the snow, Lang Xi quickly wrapped it in a brocade handkerchief, and then handed it to Zhong Ling angrily.

This is the body of the Great Shang Emperor, Zhong Ling reached out to take it and kowtowed deeply, the black dragon pattern boots in the corner of his eyes went away, accompanied by the voice of the little nobleman who was dissatisfied and worried.

Zhong Ling stood the pipa on the side of the wind and snow, opened the brocade handkerchief carefully, and held his breath for the hair inside.

The Great Shang Emperor Star is extremely powerful, and Zhong Ling can see it shining brightly in the north every night, but the longer he looks at it, the more strange it becomes.

It seems that some are too powerful.

There is a trend of accelerated fuel consumption, Zhong Ling is really puzzled, throwing the turtle back for a few nights did not come out, he was very curious about this matter, never thought that by accident, he would directly get the emperor's body thing -

"It's easy to handle now..."

My father said that some astrology is extremely difficult to meet, but once it appears, it must exist for a long time. If 100 years is too short, it will be 200 years. Rare stars can even exist for thousands of years. If the owner blessed by the astrology is honorable forever, Then the generations to come will be incomparably noble.

But the Emperor Star of Dashang was burning so fast that Zhong Ling was even worried that its lifespan would be less than a hundred years, not to mention what would happen to the reincarnated master once the star faded away...

Zhong Ling carefully put away the emperor's hair, hugged the pipa with a complicated expression and walked into the house.

He still loves the theory of pipa more, and this time, he can do the calculations smoothly, and he can give that little nobleman an explanation, so as to avoid sudden changes in the future and make him lose his creative inspiration.

Tranquility was restored outside the door, Lang Xi instructed the little maid to remove the tea tray, and then stood outside the door with a stroke of his whisk.

Rong Mu took Shang Cizhou's arm, and said with an unhappy face: "We were just playing around, why did you just give your hair out! Can the Son of Heaven be so hasty?!"

Shang Cizhou followed his strength and said: "Of course not, Gu is watched by the clan all over his body, except for the weak body of the dinosaur."

Rong Mu: "Then you still draw a knife and cut off your hair!"

There was a little smile in Shang Cizhou's eyes: "But he said that he could count me as the marriage between you and me, and he was so lonely that he couldn't bear the itch, thinking about being with Ting Zhi for a long time, he couldn't refuse such a temptation."

Rong Mu threw the big quilt to keep out the cold back on the small bed: "Why don't you go to Min Kong? Min Kong may know that he has advanced Buddhism and doesn't need you to donate your hair."

"Minkong won't tell Gu, he's always talking, and Gu doesn't like people who talk and hide."

Rong Mu let out a long breath: "Okay, it's up to you, but you can't be so casual next time."

Shang Cizhou hugged him: "You are worried about Gu, just like Gu is worried about you. For such a thing, it is better to ask Gu to do it. How can Ting Zhi be damaged?"

Rong Mu had nothing to do with him, and felt uncomfortable, so he left Shang Cizhou and turned around to find Bi Jiangxue.

It's just that since Zhong Ling took away Shang Cizhou's hair, she seemed to be in some trouble and didn't show up again for several days. She even played the pipa less. Rong Mu asked Lianyu to inquire about it several times, but Lianyu didn't ask. What happened, only Zhong Ling didn't seem to figure it out yet.

Shang Cizhou is the chosen one, and his fate is twists and turns, and he is not a serious and pure person. Of course, this marriage is difficult to calculate. Rong Mu put this matter behind him, and began to focus on finding Jiang Yunxing to study the prescription secretly. Come.

Hua Jun's spirit needs to be collected, but this matter is mysterious and mysterious, so preventive medicine is also necessary, Rong Mu doesn't want to put all his eggs in one basket, in short, while he is still awake, he can do as much as he can.

In the pavilion with the gate closed, Bi Jiangxue was swaying in front of the silver charcoal on the second floor, but there was no one on the bed, and Lianyu was guarding her meticulously downstairs.

Rong Mu is already very familiar with the space in Hua's heart, and he doesn't panic after coming in a few times, and he can even chat with Rong Ling Youzai about trash.

It's just that after calling for a long time this time, he couldn't call out the ancestor of the little melon, but he heard a faint sigh.

Rong Mu: "..."

He heard that the voice didn't sound like Rong Ling anyway, so he groped around, and when he was about to search the inner space, he tripped over an unknown object under his feet.

Rong Mu lowered his head, and saw a pair of thin legs lying flat, wearing the white lotus robe with double petals produced by the Nandai factory that he was familiar with, and above that was the handsome face of a decadent boy.

And the other's melancholy dark purple eyes.

Rong Mu: "...!"

Rong Mu: "Excuse me, who are you?!"

Rong Qing: "Don't ask me who I am, I am a floating duckweed, if you see me, please write a poem about your homeland with me."

Rong Mu: "—"

"so hard."

"It's really boring to live."

"Look at the clouds in the sky that day, are they freer than us?"

Rong Qing frowned pessimistically and sadly: "Oh, I haven't seen the cloud for a long time, Huajun died suddenly in the middle of his business, if God gives me another chance, I will definitely tell it, I would rather be at the bottom of the lake a piece of mud."

Rong Mu: "——"

Rong Mu collapsed and covered his ears.