The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Autumn at Longmen Institute is very short, like a few thin pages of the old almanac, flipping through your fingers, it seems that it only takes three to five days for the red flowers and willows to wither all over the place. I hurriedly added clothes, and the wind, frost and snow swords played several times one after another. , Longmen Institute plunged into winter.

Longmen Institute is never late in winter, and this year it is especially early.

September 27.

Nearly a hundred miles to the east of Longmen---Yehu Ridge!

The Yehu Ridge, which has been heavily snowed, is no longer hideous. It really looks like a drunken white fox. It is closest to the low waist of the official road from east to west. There is no snow in the grass, and the tip of the grass is like incense. There are a few sparse trees. There were people in the room, just after noon, a small wind was blowing on Yehuling, and snowflakes were fluttering!

This is the southern slope of Yehu Ridge, and at the foot of the mountain below is the only official road leading to Longmen Institute.

Even though Lan Xishu is submissive to Xia Shiyu on the surface, he is no longer the one who leaves Xia Shiyu. He is full of bad ideas. Basically, there is nothing he dare not do. The buddies below are devoted to him, Lan Xi Books go east and they don't go west, Lan Xishu calls out to beat dogs and they don't chase chickens.

Lan Xishu's loyalty to Xia Shiyu is incomparable. He just thinks that Xia Shiyu is too pedantic. He is still indifferent when he is riding on his neck to shit. It is tolerable or unbearable. Lan Xishu doesn't listen to that. This vernacular My brother-in-law, Lan Xishu is determined to move.

This vernacular brother-in-law is said to be coming to Longmen Institute!

Lan Xishu was not happy.

Speaking of the vernacular, this man is so disgusting that he doesn't need to waste any more ink. He stepped on Xia Shiyu and climbed up to the seat of Jinyiwei. He was far away in the capital, thinking about Xia Shiyu all the time, and felt that Xia Shiyu's standing always hurt his heart. A villain is a villain , It's stupid to reason with villains, Lan Xishu doesn't do that stupid thing.

Lan Xishu has been counting non-stop since he squatted in Yehuling, he will not fight uncertain battles.

Lan Xishu kicked his legs while turning his stiff neck, causing a burst of snow foam to fly.

"Ding Ya! Keep an eye on it! Damn it, those eyeballs are going to pop out." Lan Xishu stretched his waist to greet Ding Ya, who was the calmest, and Ding Ya responded, throwing a wine bag to Hu Da Geda, Hu Dageda took it, leaned over from an old locust tree, and bumped into dry locust beans and falling snow on the tree with his round body. Ding Ya shook his head and sighed helplessly and threw it at him With a heavy fist in his eyes, Hu Dapiopao struggled for the extremely ill-fitting robe, smiled apologetically at Dingya with a shy face, and then looked at Lan Xishu who was frowning.

Lan Xishu rubbed his sore and swollen eyes, turned his neck and ignored the brothers' messing around. What worries him most now is that he doesn't know how many people his brother-in-law Chen Wufu in vernacular has brought, and whether he will cooperate with the line patrol If the commissioners are mixed together, the situation will be complicated and the chances of winning will be greatly reduced.

Lan Xishu got up to step on the snow, creaked two steps and came to a short tree, sat down with his back against the tree, and shook his nose.

Lan Xishu yawned, his body covered with two large cotton robes looked unbearably bloated, Lan Xishu tightened the skirts of his robes, and wanted to seize the time to squint for a while, but he couldn't close his eyes, and couldn't stop his unbridled eyes. mind.

As long as Lan Xishu leaves Xia Shiyu's eyes, he doesn't hide his gangster spirit.

Lan Xishu turned over on the snowy slope, the snow creaked, and looked up on it. The snowflakes fell on his face and he no longer felt it. Lan Xishu thought of the pleasant autumn weather in the capital, and couldn't help biting. The corner of his lips pulled the tangled robe belt under his crotch with his hands, wrapped the furry cloak a little tighter, and lowered his head, the fox fur collar gave off an unpleasant fishy smell straight to his nose, Lan Xishu frowned, stretched his neck, Impatient.

Damn!I don't know where this boy Jing Maang'an got this tartar with a broken outfit, and he doesn't seem to be a master of hygiene.

I heard that Tazi can't take a bath several times a year, the smell is strong, the skin is rough?????? What a pity!

But Jing Maang'an said in a hypocritical and disgusting tone that the Tatar men are really pitiful, and the skin of the Tatar women is as rough as the bark of an old jujube tree. ?????? It seems that he has some experience.

Thinking of this funny incident, Lan Xishu couldn't help but smile with his lips pulled, his feet itchy and wanted to kick Jing Maang'an, it was so hot down there, Lan Xishu habitually reached into his arms, several layers of tact Only when he touched the embroidered handkerchief close to his chest, Lan Xishu couldn't help but twitched sweetly when his fingers were cold and hot, the thick stitches on the embroidered handkerchief

The big one is embroidered with a pair of ducks wrestling, ha ha!Lan Xishu couldn't bear it any longer, the corners of his smiling lips widened, and he almost wanted to laugh out loud. This was the work of a novice female worker in the house. A picture of mandarin ducks playing in water was embroidered into a duck wrestling. Lan Xishu almost After laughing, the girl vowed never to get involved in embroidery again.

Out of print!Not for sale!The girl didn't even know that the Fangxiu handkerchief she discarded was carefully kept by Lan Xishu and traveled thousands of miles away from him all the way, clinging to his heart.

Lan Xishu lowered his eyes and smiled, gently twirling the corner of the embroidered handkerchief with his fingertips, a little pain oozing out of the sweetness.

house!How are you?

"Third Young Master!" Jing Maangan saw that Lan Xishu was thinking about something beautiful, and leaned over like a dog, and put the wine bag under Lan Xishu's nose: "What are you thinking about!"

"Hey! What's wrong!" Lan Xishu smacked the tip of his tongue, pulled out the hand with his fingers pinched in his bosom, and pushed away the wine bag: "I can't express the feeling in my heart!"

"Be nervous!" Jing Maangan said, he couldn't keep his mouth idle, he was so uncomfortable that he panicked.

Yehuling runs from east to west, with its head west and its tail east. At the corner of the official road, a few mules, horses and vehicles are slowly coming with a full load. The darts and flags in the white world are weak, and Ding Ya's long neck has fallen again. .

Jing Maang'an also retracted his neck lazily, and if he wanted to put it to rest, he had already checked it out of nowhere, tea and horse smuggled, smuggled salt, iron, iron, cotton and silk were shipped out, which one had no oil and water?

Lan Xishu whitened Jing Maang'an, saw that Jing Maang'an was still shy and gritted his teeth, and slapped him, Jing Maang'an's face was completely buried by the yellow dog fur hat, Jing Maang'an was stunned He slapped the snow, put up his fat hat with a wine bag, and spat out the snow water in his mouth: "I've been out for five or six days, I've figured out how to go back and explain to the boss!"

"Go back? Who said you went back?" A snowflake made Lan Xishu blink his eyelids, and his eyes pierced into the vast snowy sky: "Whether it will be possible, we will all move closer to your elder brother in Datong. The boss has repeatedly warned about this year's snow. It’s so early, we’re going to patrol along the route and get some tough information.”

Private work belongs to private work, and public affairs still have to be done publically. Lan Xishu pretends to be in his heart. This is the difference between him and his brothers. Whoever doesn't worry about it will worry about it.

"Third Young Master!" Ding Ya stretched his long neck and shouted excitedly without looking back.

"There's a problem!" Lan Xishu turned over in a jerk, and climbed up, holding Ding Ya's cap with one hand and slowly stretching his neck out of the snow wall, Jing Maang'an also climbed up with excited hands and feet .

Hu Dapiao, who was shaking the hay bag on the downhill to feed the horse, did not feed the horse depending on the situation, and squirmed up like a snowball, and came up panting.

A few banners waved on the road, high-headed horses, and a group of brightly armored men and horses dragged across the official road and entered the field of vision. The long-distance journey had already consumed the spirit of running wild, fresh clothes and angry horses. In the wind and snow, the pair appeared The team was a little lax. Jingguan Jingwei had been to this kind of uninhabited near-primitive ecological environment for hundreds of miles. On the saddle bridge with crooked yellow flags, there is a royal guard of honor, and the royal momentum is like a sorghum field after a hurricane.

Lan Xishu controlled his excitement not to show it on the surface, but his big hand was holding a handful of snow, desperately wishing that water would come out.

A luxurious carriage with four horses turned around, the beautiful and rippling curtains of the carriage shook like waves, several horses guarded the queue, and the guards behind the carriage swung to the corner of Yehuling .

The factory guard's livery!Lan Xishu only made him excited, but he didn't feel close!

Lan Xishu couldn't see clearly the font size on the flags that were scattered all over the Ma'an Bridge, so he pointed at Ding Ya, then put his hand on his forehead and lowered his head to think.

There is no doubt that such a big queue belongs to Beijing. It is hard to say whether it is Dongchang or Jinyiwei. It should be said that the movement of secret investigations is a bit loud!