Chapter 668 I'm Waiting For You In Beicang

In December in Kyoto, thick snow has already fallen.

At a glance, the snow outside the window is covered with silver makeup everywhere.

There is a stove burning in the Qiande Hall of the Imperial Palace, and the whole hall is warm.

Feng Mohan was wearing a thick robe, lying on the long case, and sighed long at the man who was stunned by the window again.

"In a few days it will be the New Year's Eve, and Uncle Huang will not be able to celebrate the New Year with Aunt Liu this year."

Feng Qingbai didn't answer, and his vision was completely white. At this time, Xinghua Village didn't know if it was snowing or not.

Last year, the snow fell heavily, and finally there was a snow disaster.

I hope this year will be a truly auspicious snow year.

The cold wind outside was blowing hard and fast, bringing snow foam into the window, and when it met the warm air in the hall, it turned into water droplets, which stained Feng Qingbai's face and the skirt of his clothes.

The cold wind that leaked in made Feng Mohan shiver, and pulled his robe tighter, "Uncle Huang, don't look, you won't be able to see thousands of miles away, just close the window."

Uncle Huang is also quite pitiful. He managed to squeeze in a few days before and thought it would be good to go back temporarily and have a few words in person. Unfortunately, the heavy snow in Kyoto came too fast. Passenger ships cannot make the trip.

If you want to sail through the ice, it will take a lot of time just to open up the river.

The plan to return to Xinghua Village was forced to cut in half.

He reckoned that when he found out that the canal was frozen, the emperor's uncle must be so angry that he vomited blood.

"Uncle Huang, if you really want to see Aunt Liu before you leave, it's not impossible. When you go out in February, just turn a corner in the middle of the road. Maybe Aunt Liu will not let you go, and follow you to Beicang. Ouch , accompanied by a beautiful woman, this trip will not be bitter."

The man standing in front of the window as a wooden sculpture finally turned around and gave him a cold look.

"The situation in Beicang is unknown, let your Aunt Liu follow me to take risks?"

"..." Feng Mohan tucked his head into his robe, not daring to make a sound.

But once you say that, why are you serious?

Close the half-opened window to block the cold wind and continue pouring in, walked to the stove and sat down, "You have been taught by me until now, after I leave, no one will supervise you, I plan to promote Mr. Yang As the Taifu, I will assist you after I leave Beijing. Mr. Yang is a great Confucian in Nanling, he is rich in knowledge and noble, you need to learn from him seriously, lest your character grow and become more crooked."

"Although Mr. Yang is a great Confucian, but his temperament is too upright, he often doesn't know how to adapt. He taught me, he only taught Yangmou. Uncle Emperor, Yangmou is not very useful..." The second half of the sentence was cut off by a look .

"At that time, I will temporarily transfer you, Uncle Xia, to the capital as one of your assistant ministers." Otherwise, Feng Mohan and Old Yang alone would not be able to stand up to Prime Minister Zuo alone, let alone a more unpredictable and profound Qin behind him. whistling.

Feng Mohan's eyes lit up immediately, he liked Uncle Xia the most.

With him around, those memorial files are nothing to worry about!

It's freezing cold, he can sleep for a few more hours.

At the age of growing the body, lack of sleep, it is easy to not grow taller.

Uncle Huang's words really touched his heart!

"I will explain that he can't write for him, but can only assist from the side. You are the one who can call concubines to bed. Don't think about making jokes all day long."

"..."

After staying in the Qiande Hall for a while, the man got up and left.

Feng Mohan muttered angrily behind him something he couldn't hear, "It's really a bug in my stomach!"

Wearing a big fox fur fur, he walked slowly on the avenue outside the palace, his shoes creaking on the snow.

The windproof palace lanterns hung high on both sides of the avenue were shaken violently by the cold wind, and the hazy yellow lights flickered on and off, not very bright.

Every breath, the nasal cavity is full of ice cold.

Feng Qingbai didn't take a carriage, but walked, and it took only half a quarter of an hour to get to Nanling Palace.

The current temperature can make his mind clearer.

At this time, it was almost midnight, and there was no one on the entire avenue.

At the end of the avenue, at the junction of the alleyway, without the palace lanterns, it was pitch black.

When he was about to step into the darkness, Feng Qingbai stopped in his tracks.

In the shadow on the opposite side, a person almost merged with the dark night.

"Come out."

The cold light of the dark night came head-on.

The movements of the two figures were as fast as lightning, and the moves they fought with each other were hard to see clearly even in daylight.

After a hundred moves, the attacker retreated.

"Feng Qingbai, tell me this time, you win or I win?"

An emotionless voice came from under the wide brim of the opponent's hat.

With a chill that can drop the temperature even lower.

"Whoever loses wins, and the final move is the only way to know the result."

"Oh, I'm in Beicang, waiting for you."

After speaking, disappear.

Feng Qingbai stood on the spot, looking at the position where the man was standing just now, his long eyes were deep and quiet like stagnant water.

Afterwards, he started slowly and headed towards Nanling Prince's Mansion.

Being able to appear here without alerting his hidden guards, this level of strength is one of the few in the world.

However, none of those people were Gong Ling.

Don't worry, one day, he will lift his mask and see who he really is.

The sound of firecrackers on the street heralds the coming of the New Year.

As in previous years, every household is hung with red silk, and red lanterns are also put on in front of major shops.

Even so, the atmosphere of this year's festival is obviously dull.

After the New Year's Eve, the Nanling envoys will go to Beicang to have face-to-face talks with Beicanghuang.

Whether there will be war between the two countries depends on the outcome of the peace talks.

It is related to the stability of the entire Nanling people, and this matter always tugs at the hearts of the people.

The closer the time is, the more suspenseful the heart is, it is the most festive New Year's Eve, and I don't have the mind to live it well.

Only ignorant children can still be carefree and laugh as usual.

In front of the gate of the Liu family compound, Spring Festival couplets were posted, and festive New Year pictures were pasted on the door panel of the gate.

The main room is warm and harmonious, and the family sits around the brazier, and there is a small cradle next to it, and Little Maodou sleeps soundly in it.

The little baby who has just been full moon, eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats, grows slowly, and now has completely lost the wrinkled appearance when he was just born.

The pink and tender meat is tender, the skin is smooth and smooth, and the little hands are curled up like lotus root joints.

"The whole meat dumpling." Liu Yusheng smiled lightly as he stretched out his index finger and touched the little baby's pouty face.

It's strange that the elders can't put it down for the little baby, it's really cute no matter how you look at it.

Just looking at the little soft flesh all over his body, one can't help but want to take a bite.

Cough, she secretly bit it, lightly, she didn't dare to let grandma and the others see it, but it became soft.

"The baby is asleep, don't keep touching him, he will cry when he wakes up." The old woman pulled her mischievous hand away and gave her a look.

"Oh, I fell out of favor, what should I do, little Maodou, my aunt is so jealous of you." Liu Yusheng bared her teeth in a strange voice, making the whole family laugh.

"After this year, it will be the first month. I hope the new year will be a good one."

The old man sighed, and the smile in Liu Yusheng's eyes faded.

After the first month of the twelfth lunar month is February, and Feng Qingbai is going to Beicang.

Will there be a good time then?

Staying up late to catch up on the manuscript, it’s half past five, goblins, I have to sleep for a while, and I have to continue to sit in front of the computer to type when I wake up.

Children are on vacation, students are on vacation, and office workers are on vacation in a few days, can I also have a vacation...crying...