Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 677 Recalling Qingjin

The mute slave still lowered his head, and after a long time, he sighed slightly: "Madam... I am very happy."

"I'm also very happy." Huan Zicheng said, put down the ink stick, grabbed the pen holder, licked some ink on the nib, and signed on the painting.

The dumb slave never raised his head, but he knew whose name Huan Zicheng left behind.

His expression became worried.

This name used to be the name of the most elegant, beautiful, and noble woman in Da Chen, and later, this name became the most damning, most deserving of killing, and most deserving of disappearing in Da Chen.

At this moment, when the name reappeared in front of his eyes, he seemed to see a figure with a flowing Xiang skirt and a handsome figure.

That figure stood in the fiery maple forest, the green skirt was dyed vermilion, as if the bright maple leaves turned into blood stains, splashing all over her body.

The dumb slave's expression gradually became sad.

He looked up at Huan Zicheng who was signing the painting, and suddenly felt that the man he had grown up with had become a man he didn't know.

But such a change was his most ardent expectation before.

The aloofness, indifference and cleanliness of this Da Lang of the Huan family had been lost several months ago.

Even though from the outside, he was still as cold and out of the dust as usual, but the dumb slave knew that his master had changed, became cruel and cruel, and became ruthless.

This is exactly what he thinks the Lord of the Huan family should look like.

However, seeing the young man who was once green and clean transformed into his present appearance, he felt full of depression and... bitterness.

He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at the window sash.

The fine snow flies quickly, changing various postures in the wind, and falling outside the window sash.

At that moment, he knew very clearly that many things could not go back.

His master has already embarked on that road of no return, and all he, a servant, can do is to protect him, help him, accompany him, and help him step by step until he reaches the The pinnacle of glory...

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After the first month, the weather in Dadu has gradually become warmer. Even though the weather in the north is cold, it can't stop the bursts of east wind and bring a warm breath.

The old plum tree in Yongshou Palace had lost all its youthfulness at the end of January, but now it is full of vigorous branches, slanting sideways in the steep east wind. From a distance, it is also a picturesque scenery.

Qin Su was sitting on the porch, hugging the thick and gorgeous fox fur, waiting for Ah Sang to melt the frozen paint, but the strange singing that he heard in the Qingshui Pavilion that night seemed to resound in his mind.

For the past few days, Ali has been secretly inquiring about the strange dialect in the song, but until now there is no news, which inevitably makes Qin Suwei a little anxious.

"Your Highness, the paint has melted." Ah Sang said softly, looking at Qin Su's complexion, and gently placed a small dish of melted Qianhong paint on the small table.

Qin Su was awakened by the sound, and looked sideways at the paint. She always felt a little unmotivated, so she waved her hand lazily and said, "Forget it, the sun makes me feel weak all over. It's so cold, I'd better put everything away and talk about it next time." As she spoke, she stood up, tightened the fox fur, and stepped down the jade steps.

"Will the girl go to the Imperial Garden for a break?" Ali followed up and asked softly, reaching out to straighten Qin Su's fox fur, while taking advantage of the opportunity to turn her back to the crowd, she made a "forbearance" with her mouth Character.

Qin Su narrowed her eyes.

After receiving a message from Gao Ling at the Nangong Gate that night at the end of the year, she immediately ordered An Ren to spread the news and asked someone to inquire.

Counting the days, it has been more than a month since this incident, and Ah Ren must have received a reply.

Thinking of this, Qin Su nodded to Ah Li, and said lazily, "The imperial garden is too far away, I'll just go lazy and just scatter on the palace road ahead." After finishing speaking, she smiled again : "It's been a long time since I chatted with that Tang Guoyi artist, you call her to come over and talk to me, and relieve my boredom."

"Yes, Your Highness." A Li responded, and returned Qin Su with a knowing smile, then went down and told the little palace people to prepare to go.

Because he was just walking casually, Qin Su didn't ask anyone to put on the princess support. He only took Bai Fanghua, Ali and a few others, and went out lightly. Su's side.

The weather at the beginning of February was just like the cold spring, and there was some residual snow on both sides of the palace road, and the ground was frozen hard.Qin Su once saw Xiaojian use a shovel to shovel snow with his own eyes. The snow was frozen so hard that the shovel could not move it. He could only wait for the weather to warm up and let it melt away by itself.

Holding Ah Ren's hand, Qin Su talked and laughed softly with her, as if he was talking about something interesting, the stride was faster than others, and it didn't take long for him to distance himself from Bai Fanghua and the others.

After all, there was no one on the palace road, so Bai Fanghua and the others followed from a distance, and they didn't join in to make fun of that.

Everyone knows that Her Royal Highness hates others who disobey her.Besides, she has always behaved very well, but now she is just looking for someone to talk to to amuse her boredom, and Bai Fanghua will not follow her.

Seeing that there were no more idle people waiting around, Qin Su wrapped the fox fur more tightly, turned her head around, and smiled leisurely at A'ren: "I didn't expect the spring in Dadu to be so cold, the north wind It’s so big, it goes straight into the cracks of people’s necks, fortunately, the sun is not bad, but I don’t know if the spring in your Tang country is also this cold?”

Aren said: "Returning to Your Highness, the spring in our Tang country is much colder than here, and the wind and sand are also heavy. In my opinion, the spring in most of the cities is already very warm."

While speaking, she shook her head at Qin Su, and then said in a soft voice: "Don't worry, Your Highness, you can talk here."

Qin Su calmed down a bit, pretending to be a willow twig along the road, and asked softly: "I asked you to inquire about the news, did you hear back?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Ah Ren said softly.Although her expression was relaxed, her tone was quite serious, "My lord has sent someone to inquire, and the Huan family indeed has a guest named Mo San, but this Mr. Mo San left a few days ago and his whereabouts are unknown. .”

"Oh?" Qin Su raised his eyebrows, and folded a wicker to play with. There was a trace of coldness between his lowered eyebrows, "Mr. Mo San, where did you come from?"

An Ren's voice became deeper and deeper, and he replied: "As far as we know, this person followed the Huan family all the way back to Beijing from the west of Liaoning, and his movements in the west of Liaoning are not difficult to find out. To make a living, the blacksmith shop he opened happened to be in Linyu County."

(End of this chapter)