Chapter 668: I'm in Beicang, waiting for you

Chapter 668 I am in Bei Cang, waiting for you
It's snowing heavily in December in Kyoto.
At a glance, the window was white and snowy, with silver makeup everywhere.
The stove was burning in the palace hall of the Royal Palace, and the whole hall was warm.
Feng Moyu, wearing a thick robe, lay on the long case, watching the man who sighed at the window again and sighed.
"The next few days will be the New Year's Eve. Uncle Huang will not be able to spend the New Year with Aunt Liu this year."
Feng Qingbai didn't answer, and her vision was completely white. At this time, Xinghua Village did not know whether it was snowing.
Last year, it was snowing hard, and finally a snow disaster occurred.
I hope this year will be a real Ruixue Zhaofeng.
The cold wind outside was blowing vigorously and urgently, and he continued to flutter into the window with Xuemozi. When he encountered the warm air in the temple, it turned into drops of water, and it stuck on the face of Feng Qingbai and the placket.
The cold wind that leaked in made Feng Moyu take a nap and tightened his robe. "Uncle Huang, don't look, you can't see thousands of miles away, close the window."
Uncle Huang is also very pitiful. It was easy to squeeze for a few days before, thinking about going back temporarily, it would be okay to meet and say a few words, but unfortunately the heavy snowfall in Kyoto came, and the pier and canal on the outskirts of Beijing were frozen on the ice early. Passenger ships cannot travel.
It takes a lot of time just to break the ice to sail the river.
The plan to return to Xinghua Village was forced to cut.
He estimated that when he knew that the canal was icy, Uncle Huang must be vomiting blood.
"Uncle Huang, if you really want to see Aunt Liu before you leave, it is not impossible. When you travel in February, you can make a turn in the middle of the road. Aunt Liu may not be willing to follow you and follow you to Beicang. Ouch With beautiful women, this trip will not be hard. "
The man standing in the woodcarving at the window finally reluctantly turned around and gave him a cold look.
"The situation in Beicang is unknown. Let your aunt Liu follow me to take risks?"
"..." Feng Moyu retracted his head into his robe and didn't dare to say a word.
But that's the way to say, I'm serious.
Closed the half-opened window, stopped the cold wind from pouring in, walked to the stove, and sat down. "You have been taught by me before. After I leave, no one around you will do. I want to promote Mr. Yang. As a grandfather, I will assist you after I leave Beijing. Yang Lao is a great Confucian scholar of Nanling, rich in knowledge, and high-quality. You need to learn from him seriously, so that the longer the character, the more crooked. "
"Although Yang Lao is a great Confucian, but his temperament is too rigid, he often does n’t understand the change. He taught me that he only teaches Yang Mo. Uncle Huang, Yang Mo is not very useful ..." The second half was cut off by an eye. .
"At that time, I will bring you to know that Uncle Xia will be temporarily transferred to the capital to be one of your assistants." Otherwise, Feng Moye and Yang Lao were both unable to stand the one on the left, and there was a more unpredictable Qin behind. Xiao.
Feng Moyan's eyes lit up immediately, and he liked Zhishu Xia best.
With him, those memorial files are nothing at all!
It was freezing cold, and he could sleep a few more hours.
I am getting older, I do n’t get enough sleep, and I do n’t grow up easily.
Uncle Huang's remarks were too much for him!
"I will explain that he can't act as a substitute, but can only help from the side. You are the one who can call the concubine to sleep. Don't think about touching the fish all day.
"..."
After a while in the Temple of Gande, the man got up and left.
Feng Moyu murmured angrily behind him, "What a bug in my stomach!"
Wearing fox fur and large fur, walking slowly on the Palace Avenue, shoes squeaked in the snow.
The wind-proof palace lights hung on both sides of the avenue were shaken violently by the cold wind, and the yellow lights were dim and dim, not very translucent.
With one breath, the nasal cavity was all cold and chill.
Feng Qingbai did not take a carriage, but walked, and it was only half a quarter to Nanling Wangfu.
The temperature now makes him more sober.
At this time, it was about midnight, and the entire avenue was empty.
At the end of the avenue, it is about to turn into the junction of the roadway. Without the palace lights, it is dark.
Just before entering the darkness, Feng Qingbai stopped.
In the shadow opposite, one was almost integrated into the night.
"Come out."
It was cold and cold in the night.
The two figures acted as fast as lightning, and the fighting style was that they could not be seen clearly during the day.
After a hundred strokes, the attackers pulled back.
"Feng Qingbai, you say this time, do you win or I win?"
The voice without emotion fluctuated from under the other's wide brim.
Bring a chill that will lower the temperature even further.
"Whoever loses and who wins won't know the result until the last move."
"Oh, I'm in Beicang, waiting for you."
After that, it disappeared.
Feng Qingbai stood in place, looking at the place where the person was standing, his eyes were deep and quiet, as if standing water.
Then, slowly set foot, headed to the Nanling Wangfu.
Being able to appear here without alarming his hidden guard, this kind of strength is one of the few in the world.
Of course, none of them were Miyazumi.
No hurry, one day he will lift his mask and see who he is.
The sound of firecrackers on the street signaled the arrival of the New Year.
As in previous years, every family hung red silk, and red lanterns were put in front of major shops.
Even so, the atmosphere of this year's festival is obviously weak.
After the New Year Festival, the Nanling ambassador will go to Beicang to discuss face to face with the Emperor Beicang.
Whether the two countries will fight will depend on the outcome of the peace talks.
This matter is related to the stability of the entire Nanling people, and this matter has always struck the hearts of the people.
The closer the time is, the more my heart hangs, it is the most festive New Year, and I don't have a good heart.
There are only ignorant children who can laugh and lively as usual.
In front of the courtyard of the Liu family's courtyard, the Spring Festival couplet was affixed, and the happy new year pictures were posted on the door of the courtyard.
The warmth of the hall was harmonious. The family sat beside the brazier, and there was a small cradle beside it, and the little edamae slept soundly in it.
The little baby just after the full moon, was full of sleep, full of sleep, and long, now she has completely lost her crumpled appearance at birth.
The tender and tender meat is murky, the skin is smooth and watery, and the little hands are holding the same as the festival.
"The whole meat dumpling." Liu Yusheng chuckled as he stretched out his index finger and touched Xiaohua's little face.
It is strange that the elders were so fond of the little baby that they really looked cute.
Just looking at his little soft meat, one can't help but want to take a bite.
Well, she bit it secretly, softly, and didn't dare let grandma see them, but it was soft.
"Waer is asleep, don't keep moving him, you'll have to cry when you wake up." The old woman pulled her out strangely and glanced at her.
"Well, out of favor, what do you do, little edama, my aunt is jealous of you." Liu Yusheng grotesquely adjusted his teeth, making the family smirk.
"After this year, it is the first month. The new year, I hope is a good situation."
The old man lamented that the smile in Liu Yusheng's eyes faded.
After La Zhengyue is February, Feng Qingbai is going to Beicang.
Can we have a good time by then?
I stay up late to rush to work, at half past five, little fairies, I'm going to sleep, I have to continue to sit in front of the computer to wake up.
The children are on vacation, the students are on vacation, and the office workers will be on vacation in a few days. Can I take a vacation too ... cry ...
(End of this chapter)