Song Duan: "I just came back from another place, let's go, senior brother treats you to a meal and catches the wind by yourself."

The private room in Rongjiang Building.

Song Duan smiled: "Little brother, do you drink?"

"Thank you brother for your kindness, I still don't drink."

Song Duan traveled all over the years, visited many places, entered the officialdom at the age of 20, and was promoted to the Minister of the Household Department in six years. I don't know if there is any handwriting from Wu Ge, but he was promoted three times in six years. He is definitely not a fool..

"I didn't expect Mr. Lu to be alive. If there is a chance, I will definitely pay a visit." Having a glass of sake, Song Duan murmured while propping his face in his hands.

Song Duan's face was a little drunk, he leaned on the chair, and asked in a lazy and hoarse voice: "It's getting dark, do you want senior brother to take you to see the world?"

Is that what she meant?

Song Duan looked at Wen Yu whose expression froze suddenly, and laughed subconsciously: "Aren't you going with me? It seems that the younger brother is still a child."

Wen Yu pursed her lips, and at the same time she breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she felt regret for no reason.

Song Duan sent her back to the Wu Mansion, and after contacting her, he had a real affection for this little junior.He has always liked to make friends with handsome people, no matter men or women, not to mention Wen Yu is one of the best, not to mention that the two of them can chat about everything together.

Junior Junior Brother, Junior Junior Brother, this address made Song Duan's heart twitch a few times, and it also added a little more sincerity.

Song Duan, as the servant of the household department, although his immediate boss should be the minister of the household department, but to be honest, the job of the minister of the household department is mainly to act as the emperor's personal financial advisor.Erbajing's Minister of Finance.

Another Zuo Shilang of the household department is mainly in charge of the national grain storage and the household department's Taikuang dedicated to storing silver.

Song Duan, as the right servant, is more straightforward. His work is usually dispatched, either as a special envoy to handle the task of managing the canal, or to manage military supplies in the north of Liaodong and Saibei. Usually, it is not bad for this person to spend half a year in Capital City.

He has just returned to Beijing from out of town, and if there are no accidents, he can stay in Capital City for more than a month.

Song Duan was eight years older than Wen Yu. He was busy running around and had never married a wife. In order to cope with the elders in the family, he often said that men should first establish a career before starting a family. Thirty is not too late.However, it was rumored that this person was never short of company, actors and actresses, most of whom were his confidante.

After that night, when Song Duan came to Wu's mansion, he would look for Wen Yu by the way, and sometimes he would stay next door, pointing her out from time to time, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.It is also a friend who can chat.

Spring is approaching, and Lu Yigui is familiar with the knowledge explained to her. She has long been able to recite those classics, strategies, and famous essays back and forth.The disk has never slackened.

As long as she can absorb the knowledge, she never let go of it, and the energy of studying is comparable to the 100-day sprint for the college entrance examination.I just occasionally feel tired and take time out to go for a walk on the street.

I don't know if she has received the few letters she sent to the teacher. She hopes to go back to announce the good news to the teacher in person next spring.

Looking at the thick layer of snow pushing in the yard, Wen Yu stretched out her somewhat stiff body, the tip of her nose was reddish from the cold, her feet were also a little stiff, and she picked up the broom to sweep the ground.Sure enough, the body will not be stiff if you move.

Today is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and Wen Yu specially gave herself a day off.

In ancient times, women were 15 years old and men were 20 years old, but she, a person who grew up under the red flag in the 21st century, was of course an adult at 18 years old.

Weighing the broken silver in her hand, she plans to go out for a good shopping today, add a new dress, and the writing brush is a bit bald, and the inkstone needs to choose a brand new one, what else, I will buy them all when I go out, to celebrate my eighteenth birthday in this life.

Next year's exam is just around the corner, and after the new year, there is no time for her to relax.Wen Yu stretched her waist, rarely feeling a bit comfortable.

Pedestrians are in a hurry on the road, which store has cheap New Year's goods, which store has loud firecrackers, and which store's rouge and gouache are most loved by my wife and daughter.As Chinese New Year approaches, the atmosphere in Capital City becomes more festive and relaxed.

I have never been to the Forbidden City in previous life, just saw those quaint old mansions in the pictures on the Internet.What saw with own eyes at this moment is the snow scene in winter, the branches of wintersweet, covered in silver, are extraordinarily enchanting, and the soul is like being washed by a clear spring.

She stopped for a moment, before she could take a closer look at the beautiful scenery, the branches above her head were overwhelmed, and a large cloud of snow hit her body, making her bone-chillingly cold.Wen Yu sighed, but somehow laughed again.

Yuan Zhan's eyes were cold, his sword eyebrows flew slantingly into the strands of black hair that fell from his temples, and he was holding the Buddhist beads in his hands.

The delicate and pretty young man in the snow, with curved eyebrows and eyes, is very good-looking.

He did remember this person. At that time, he was preparing for the provincial examination. His father put too much pressure on him, so he wanted to escape, so he followed his mother to his uncle's house to visit his relatives. He didn't want to be stuck by his cousin and asked him.Wandering around in Lin's mansion, avoiding these useless pleasantries.

At that time, the boy was also under the tree.

That year, he actually stared at her for a long time before making a sound.

Obviously dressed in rags, the patches on the clothes can be seen at a glance, and there is still dust on his face.

But that kind of calm self-confidence, as if everything is under control.It made a deep impression on him, and he still remembers her appearance to this day.

Didn't expect to see you again in Capital City.

"Long time no see, the 'woodcutter' under the tree."

Wen Yu raised his eyelids upwards, his trance-like expression became clear for a moment, with a cloud of snow on his head, he hurriedly bowed: "Master Yuan, the students are being polite."

Yuan Zhan just walked here from Dali Temple.

The right judge of Dali Temple took bribes and concealed the clues privately and did not report it, but this matter could not be covered by paper, and the sage knew it. Now everyone in Dali Temple is in danger. Even though Yuan Zhan has no worries, he is called in for questioning again and again, can't express irritability.

In addition, cousin came here to celebrate the New Year a while ago, and it sounds like she wants to stay here for a while. When was young, mother and uncle verbally promised to form a family with children, but everyone knew that it was just a casual talk.Thinking of being pestered about everything he does recently, his mother still takes such good care of Lin Xiangzhao, even making him have to treat his cousin tenderly.

Marry a wife, marry a wife, he hasn't gained a firm foothold in this Capital City yet, so he doesn't want to start a family.

Even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, Yuan Zhan's heart became hotter and hotter. Yuan Zhan flashed a little impatience, frowned slightly, and kept rubbing a string of Buddhist beads with his left hand. The sandalwood in the room calmed him a little, but he was still unbearably irritable.

Ding of the Yuan Mansion asked him, "My lord, the carriage is already waiting outside the door. When do you think we will leave for the mansion?"

"No, I'll walk back by myself."

Servant: "The old lady will be worried."

Yuan Zhan rubbed his forehead: "It's okay, I will tell my mother that I will not punish you."

Yuan Mansion is about five or six miles away from Dali Temple, and it takes half an hour to walk there.

Holding an umbrella in his hand, walking unhurriedly, and wearing a black cloak made of bird feathers, Yuan Zhan was particularly eye-catching compared with the crowds hurrying on the street because of the snow.

The boy under the snow, the old friend who met once.

The moment Yuan Zhan saw her, his burning heart inexplicably calmed down. Compared with the best sandalwood incense, his mind was clearer, and his tense, pain-like brain instantly relaxed.

He couldn't figure out why, but he couldn't help feeling a rare sense of comfort and joy.It's novelty, he wants to find out for himself, if it's really because of this person - since he was a child, he always got what he wanted.

Putting on a familiar mask, tidying up his clothes, Yuan Zhan walked over to Wen Yu.

"I haven't asked you for your name yet, have you ever taken your name?"

Wen Yu: "Master Yuan, the student's surname is Wen, first name is Wen, Wen Yu. The student has not yet reached the weak crown, and has never started writing."

She smelled the faint sandalwood from the person who came, and the distance was beyond her safe range.

"I'm four years older than you, so I'm cheeky enough to be called your peers. It's too unfamiliar to call me Mr. Yuan. I met once in Lingchang County, and it's fate to meet you now."

Seeing her subconsciously tense body, Yuan Zhan felt a little funny. Is he so scary?

He stretched out his right hand to walk away the falling snow on her head naturally, and continued, "Yuan Zhan, the name is Wenzhen. Wenzhen, you can call me brother Wenzhen."

Are you so familiar?Wen Yu watched him staring at her, and stammered, "Brother Wen Yu."

The corners of Yuan Zhan's lips raised slightly, and he talked about other topics.It really wasn't an illusion, the long-lost peace.

Yuan Zhan found a topic to guide the conversation between the two, and learned some general information about Wen Yu.

The conversation lasted for two cups of tea. Wen Yu was a little embarrassed at first, and then gradually relaxed. However, she finally considered her words carefully and rejected Yuan Zhan's invitation on the grounds of reviewing and preparing for the exam.

Fortunately, everything went well after that, Wen Yu asked here and there, and returned to the small courtyard where he lived contentedly with the purchased items.

Tidying up today's things in the house has been fruitful.By this time, the sky had darkened.

Suddenly, the shadow of a man appeared outside the door.

Song Duan knocked on the door and walked in, as if he was the owner of the room, striding forward and leaning on the rocking chair, crossed his legs, propped his head on one hand, in a lazy posture, inlaid with ermine foxWith leather draped over his shoulders and his bewitching face, he really looks like a male vixen who is here to attract people's energy.

The premise is not to speak.

"I just found out, little brother, your feet are much smaller than mine, is it because you are too short?"

Wen Yu felt a sharp pain in her forehead, and said these words word by word from her mouth: "Senior brother Song Duan, if you are really fine, you can go out for a stroll."

Brother, your residence is just next door, so it’s a big deal for you to swagger over and occupy my rocking chair.

"Okay, okay, it's the senior brother asking for a beating, stop this topic. Junior brother, do you need help from the senior brother?"

I have to say that Song Duan came here by coincidence every time, it was when Wen Yu was resting, and she tried to find an excuse to ask someone out but couldn't find it, instead she ended up being deflated by herself.

I can't think of a rebuttal, and I can't say it too bluntly.Wen Yu pursed her lips: "No, I'll finish it right away. If you have other things, you can take care of them first, and I won't be able to finish it in a while."

It was getting dark, and she felt that Song Duan, who was staying here, was particularly unpleasant. Wen Yu wrinkled his face, and hummed silently behind Song Duan's back.

The people under the candlelight were all warmed up. Seeing Wen Yu's furry appearance, Song Duan covered his mouth with his hands and let out a few muffled laughs. He looks like a child now. He used to have that stern face.The way he looked really made him unable to help teasing her.

"Junior brother, don't wrinkle your nose anymore, I won't tease you." The voice smiled.

After all, Song Duan approached her and took out a jade pendant carved from black jade from his bosom. It was exquisite and refined. The word Wen was engraved on the jade pendant. When it was placed in Wen Yu's hand, there was still a little warmth left.

"Congratulations on Junyue's birthday, joy in Chang'an." Taking advantage of her height, she rubbed her head.

Her nose was sour, and she gave a muffled hum.

The author has something to say:

Wen Yu's name Xie (xie) means jade-like black stone or black jade.

Song Duan is too good at reading other people's minds. The millennium-old fox has become a kind of spirit, and now he just teases the female goose (stands out).

Wen Yu's children's shoes are currently still in the novice protection zone. When she becomes an official, she will know how dangerous the world is (bushi).