Step by step, the white snow covered is thin.

When the little novice Hui Ding stepped up with the letter in his arms, he saw that a series of footprints had been printed on the steps in front of them, evenly spaced.

Thinking about it, it was left by the abbot Jueyuan.

The footprints have gone and never returned, and people should still be there with their uncle Juefei.

Thinking about it, Hui Ding stood on the mountain road and looked up.

All the strong old pines grow along the road, the dense pine needles are wrapped in ice and snow, and only a faint deep green color emerges from the ice.

At the end of the mountain road, several wooden houses were built among the strange rocks and pines.

The clouds are faint, and they are all floating under the eaves of the wooden house, like a hermit's residence.

Jueyuan Abbot has been in the house for more than half an hour.

He was sitting on the Luohan bed with three screens of beech wood by the window, holding a black stone in his hand, staring at the chess game played on the Qingyun chess table in front of him, frowning and thinking.

Gu Juefei was wearing a crab-shell blue-green brocade robe, with a two-inch black-green belt with a dark silver cloud and thunder pattern. Because he didn't wear a crane cloak, a snow-white half-moon-shaped crouching crane jade pendant hanging from his waist was exposed.

Wide shoulders and narrow waist, tall and slender.

Just standing next to the copper stove burning silver charcoal is already a splendid and fascinating thing.

"Have you thought about it yet?"

Holding a thick stack of salutations in his hand, he listened to the chess table behind him being silent for a long time, and finally asked a question.

Abbot Jueyuan felt that the black spot on his fingertip had turned into a burning coal, so hot that he wanted to throw it away, and sighed: "Rong Laona think about it again..."

"No matter how you think about it, it's nothing more than the difference between losing three and a half eyes and losing six eyes. Brother Jueyuan's meditation practice should point directly at his heart. Why can't he see through it now?"

In Gu Juefei's voice, there was a faint smile.

Jueyuan Abbot was suddenly speechless.

Gu Juefei only opened the top letter in the pile of invitations, and there were several block letters neatly written on the top: "By the Minister of Work, Li Wenlang."

At the beginning, he was the minister of the Ministry of Industry, but now he has finally become a minister.

It took six years to get to this position, really...

slow enough.

Glancing at the post, Gu Juefei's eyes didn't stop for a second, and he threw the post into the copper furnace in front of him.

"Snapped."

The gilded post hit the red charcoal, splashed a few sparks, and immediately ignited.

The fire was bright and yellow, but it couldn't see through his deep pool-like eyes.

Abbot Jueyuan looked at his skillful movement, and his eyelids began to jump again: "Their news is very well-informed."

Gu Jue not only smiled.

He opened the second, third, fourth...

Zhao Xiangxian, Governor of Huguang, Chang Jianzhi of Hangzhou Academy, Lv Ruliang, Bachelor of Hanlin Academy, Tang Ruijing, Minister of the Military Department of Yingtian Governor, Song Qi, a wealthy businessman in Yangzhou, Meng Zan, a co-organizer...

Most of them were high-ranking officials of the first and second rank in the DPRK, and there were also a few famous celebrities, including a few wealthy businessmen.

He turned over one by one, and threw them into the furnace lightly one by one.

Fire, the more it burns, the more prosperous it is.

Seeing that the flames rose more than a foot, but there was still a small part of the post in his hand, and the abbot felt that it was a pity: "Keep it, don't burn it. With so many posts, I will ask someone to move them down and throw them in the kitchen to make a fire. Isn't it good?"

"Knock knock knock."

Before Gu Juefei could answer, there was a knock on the door.

"Uncle Jue Fei, there is a new letter from the mountain, saying that it must be presented to you face to face, and that you will definitely read it when you see it."

This voice is the little novice Hui Ding.

Gu Juefei could hear it, but it was a bit interesting.

The divine light in his eyes flashed and disappeared, he laughed inexplicably, and he didn't turn over the invitation card in his hand, he just threw the rest towards the corner of the wall, clapped his hands, and said, "Come in."

The little novice Huiding opened the door carefully, came to Gu Juefei respectfully, and held the letter in both hands: "It was handed over by a pilgrim in the Temple of Heavenly Kings just now, Huiding is stupid and can't tell who he is. "

Looking at the ordinary letter, there is a faint scent of peony dew, which is elegant and fragrant.

As soon as Gu Juefei received the letter in his hand, he guessed where the letter came from. With a slender thumb and rounded nails, as soon as it touched the seal, he opened it a little and saw a small "Yi" at the bottom.

At that moment, there was a trace of mockery in his eyes, and he suddenly felt a little funny: Where did she get such confidence, that he would definitely see it when he saw it?

Is it because the days went too smoothly, and that conceited frivolity came up again?

Shaking his head for a while.

Gu Juefei's eyes were ruthless and emotionless, and he only loosened his fingers.

The envelope smeared with incense wafted into the copper furnace, where it caught fire and burned to ashes.

I can't even take it apart!

The little novice Hui Ding looked dumbfounded.

However, Gu Juefei, as usual, turned around and walked towards the Arhat bed, sat back opposite the Abbot Jueyuan, and said casually: "Your abbot has explained, the pile of posts in my house, when I look back, I will set fire to the temple's kitchen. You go back. Say it, when the snow melts and the road is easier to walk, I will ask someone to come and move it."

"Yes."

Hui Ding subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall.

All kinds of invitations, messed up, piled up into a mountain of "posts", these are old sent a few days ago;

On the other side listening to the wind bottle, there was also a pile of posts, half the height of a person. These are the new posts sent in the past two days.

Thinking of the endless stream of people coming in these days, Hui Ding secretly wiped away a cold sweat. Seeing that Gu Juefei didn't care about the appearance of these people at all, she felt a tremor in her heart.

Abbot Jueyuan talked with Uncle Juefei. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he bowed and left, carefully closing the door.

After Gu Juefei sat down, he held a white stone, tapped the edge of the chessboard lightly, and said to Jueyuan, "Are you still going?"

"Alas." Jueyuan was extremely helpless, "I have played chess with you for the past six years, and I have never played chess so badly. I don't know if you were perfunctory in the past, or serious today."

As he said that, he finally put the sunspots that he had taken for more than a moment into the chessboard.

admit defeat.

Gu Juefei laughed: "Is this bad?"

It took almost an afternoon.

Jueyuan stared at him for a long time, and was silent for a long time before he said: "Although the snow on the mountain has not been cleaned up, the birthday banquet is tomorrow, and I can't wait. Are you still not going?"

"..."

Gu Juefei glanced at him, didn't say anything, just looked back at the sun outside the window, which was getting more and more slanted, shone on the jagged rocks, and the ancient pine was vigorous.

The snow on the top of the mountain is still covered with a layer of it.

Departure?

He slowly retracted his gaze, looked at the white jade chess piece, and felt it was cold. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the temperature transmitted from his fingertips to his heart was cold or hot.

The dusky sunlight filled the snow-green roof, and a layer of gold foil was spread all over the capital.

Lu Jinxi has been looking out of the window for a long time without speaking.

Seeing her dazed for a while, Mrs Ye hesitated: "Madam, are you also looking at the snow? I have already inquired about it, but the snow on the mountain hasn't melted yet."

"Isn't it melting? But I think it doesn't matter if the snow on the mountain doesn't melt."

Lu Jinxi finally regained her senses. She remembered all the rumors about this young master Gu, especially the suspicion that she had a falling out with her family six years ago, and only slowly pondered it.

"Just look at it, the snow in my heart can't be melted..."

Chapter 22 Birthday Gift

Snow in my heart?

After hearing Lu Jinxi's words, Ye Shi was a little confused. After tasting it carefully for a long time, he finally tasted something, and he was a little surprised: "You mean..."