The Lord who use immortals as food

Since the beginning of winter, the trees in Shenjing City have withered, and the eaves and walls are covered with light frost. The whole city has a cold and solemn tone. A few days ago, a heavy snow finally came, paving hundreds of streets and lanes with a layer of white. , and today, the festive red has begun to decorate the city. Brand-new Spring Festival couplets are hung on the old wooden doors, red lanterns are hung on the eaves, the laughter of the crowd and the sporadic firecrackers echoing in the streets make the whole city lively. .

The noise in summer is irritating, but the voices of people in winter are friendly. Pei Ye asked Xu Chuo about the number and height of the doors in Xiangxu's house, and walked around Leyouyuan with great interest. Finally, I returned to the carriage with a small basket of Spring Festival couplets and many useless things.

Xu Chuo was originally following him for a stroll. Even though the stove was burned out, she still had the spirit of a teenager. However, although she had the brains of a twenty-three-year-old adult and the childlike innocence of a thirteen-year-old girl, it was difficult for her to deal with the ten-year-old girl. The seven-year-old mountain village boy's interests resonate.

While she was still lowering her eyes and scanning, trying to carefully select a few small items, the young man waved his hand in front of him and boldly packed a booth with thirteen pairs of Spring Festival couplets.

"Anyway, it needs to be posted inside and outside the house, and the size is suitable." The young man explained, feeling quite satisfied with finishing the matter at once.

Xu Chuo frowned and looked at it. They were all the most perfunctory pairs. The handwriting was ugly and even wrong. But in the eyes of the boy, Spring Festival couplets and Spring Festival couplets are obviously the same. He went to a stall and asked a few questions, then bought more than half of the other people's couplets. After visiting three stalls, he collected the quantity. Then he continued to move forward happily with the full basket in his arms.

Xu Chuo thought that he wouldn't be able to go shopping with this person, so he asked for the kitten in his arms, walked twice on the plain, recalled several times when he was young and went to the New Year's Fair, and then returned to the car. .

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was pushed open by the head of Pei Ye, who was smiling brightly and holding a basket of messy things on the carriage, which was very simple all year round.

"What do you mean?"

"They are all useful things." Pei Ye closed the lid of the basket without showing it to her.

"You didn't have much to play with when you were a kid, right? Now you're just squandering it." Xu Chuo smiled.

"How can I be so naive?" Pei Ye leaned back on the car with satisfaction and sighed softly, "I just haven't seen so many new things. I just took a look around them. Even if I bought them, I wouldn't like them anymore. Just play and eat ashes.”

Xu Chuo didn't believe it: "What about your basket?"

"Don't worry about it." Pei Ye still had a hint of pride on his face.

…

It looks like an old house.

This house, which has always been closed to the public and kept a secret from those who passed by, has now neatly posted new and bright New Year pictures on the door. Just as the news came from the court a few days ago, Li Du retired and returned to his hometown, and Yuan Zhao ascended the throne in ten years. The old case has been re-examined, and the old Prime Minister Xu's clear name is likely to be restored.

However, there is only one New Year painting this year, and it is only posted on the right door, but the left one is still empty.

One of the two girls supported her while the other finished applying the paste. Cui Zhaoye nodded with satisfaction. Jiang Yin'er looked down at her starched dress and smiled resentfully: "I said you added too much water, but you didn't believe me. It's so watery. "

Of course, the Pearl of the Cui family had never done such a thing, so she couldn't reply at this time, so she smiled and hugged her and walked towards the door.

The remaining snow in the courtyard was also swept away, the stone path was exposed cleanly, and even the short pear tree was tied with several new strips of colorful silk.

Across the courtyard, the door to the main room was open. Changsun Jue, who was wearing thick cotton clothes, stood in front of the case, holding a fine pen on his wrist and drawing on a large paper. More than half of it was filled with bright colors.

The girl from Changsun's family is not only talented in poetry and calligraphy, she is also very proficient in painting skills. Today she has stood in front of the desk and painted dozens of window grilles. Her wrist has been sore for a long time. After painting this New Year picture, she will never pick up the pen again.

"I won't celebrate the New Year with you. I have to go home in the evening and won't be here tomorrow." Changsun Jue said with some reluctance, "I have to go home on New Year's Eve."

"Go back, come over early the day after tomorrow to visit." Cui Zhaoye leaned in front of the case, "What is this painting?"

"The last one is "Wen Qu Descends to Chang'an", which is for Mr. Xu; this one is "The Hero Enters the Dragon Pond", which is for Pei Shaoxia." Changsun Jue said with satisfaction, "They are all my own paintings - you see This cyan one is Pei Shaoxia’s sword.”

"The face doesn't look like it."

"Of course, no one would put his face against the door." Changsun Jue said, "As long as there is a symbol, it will be fine."

Jiang Yin'er liked it very much, tilted her head and said, "Miss Changsun's painting is really good."

There were footsteps in front of the steps. Qu Xin, who was dressed in gray, stood under the eaves with a broom in his hand, looking at them with a frown: "We have finished sweeping, does Pei Ye really live here?"

The young man was not found in the Sword Xiuyuan yesterday. Cui Zhaoye brought her here this morning. Even at the end of the year, not everyone returned to their hometown. At least Jiang Yin'er and Cui Zhaoye were detained in Shenjing, so they left this old house. To celebrate the New Year, today they cleaned the house and decorated the house, making the whole house cleaner and more festive.

"Just trust me. Since he won't go back to the Sword Xiuyuan, he must be here instead of doing what he wants." Cui Zhaoye said.

With the three girls watching, Changsun Jue quickly completed the last painting. Cui Zhaoye stood next to Qu Xin again: "Doctor Qu, what letter are you going to send to Shaoxia Pei? Who sent it to him?"

The other two people also looked curiously.

"We don't know what friends Pei Shaoxia had before." Cui Zhaoye said, "You have known Dr. Qu for a long time, so just tell us."

Qu Xin gave her a flat look: "Do you have a crush on him?"

"..."

"How vulgar." Cui Zhaoye rolled his eyes, "Tell me quickly - don't you like eating this morning's buns? Tell me and I'll tell you where to buy them."

"It's not easy to inquire about other people's private messages." Qu Xin said quietly.

"I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow morning."

"...But since you are familiar with Pei Ye, it doesn't matter." Qu Xin continued quietly, "The sender is Li Yiqing, the head of Yufei Mountain in Bowang Prefecture. This woman is seventeen years old and has a close relationship with Pei Ye. They talked, but they didn’t have sex. They are now disconnected, so you don’t have a chance. "

Changsun Jue covered his ears with a blushing face: "No need to be so detailed!"

Jiang Yin'er was curious: "It is indeed Li Mingqing...Sister, I really want to meet her."

Cui Zhaoye was thoughtful, frowning and murmuring: "Pei Shaoxia has too little experience in love affairs. It may be difficult for him to practice love sword in the future..."

"Remember to get up early tomorrow to buy me steamed buns," Qu Xin said.

The carriage and horses stopped in front of the house, and Pei Ye and Xu Chuo came back at this time. The young man was surprised to see the brand-new courtyard, until he came to the main room and saw four girls gathered around, chatting in different postures.

Pei Ye was obviously a little surprised, but he couldn't help being surprised: "Miss Cui, Miss Changsun, Yin'er - Miss Qu?"

The first three are common, but Qu Xin has indeed been gone for some time. The face he is accustomed to seeing after a serious injury remains the same as before, young, cold, and clean, with the gray clothes and hairstyle unchanged.

It is obviously a pleasure to suddenly see an old friend again.

Since that day when the sword on the Winter Sword Stage broke through the wind and snow, the girls finally saw this young man for the first time. Although his appearance and smile were still the same, his temperament seemed to have changed, just like the young man on the Winter Sword Stage that day. The state was partly fixed on him. It cannot be said that the sword state changed him, because the true meaning that originally came from his heart seems to be clearer and sharper now, but a simpler way of saying it should be...

Qu Xin glanced at him: "You seem to have grown up."

Pei Ye was really surprised: "Have I grown taller?"

The young man walked onto the stage, stood next to her, and tried to gesture to the top of her head.

Qu Xin stopped talking.

Several people sat down in the hall. Xu Chuo obviously had a high status next to Cui Zhaoye and Changsun Jue. At this time, he was asking Jiang Yin'er something, while Pei Ye was standing with Qu Xin.

"You went to the west to visit medicine. How was your harvest? Is Longdi a good trip?" Pei Ye said with a smile.

"Shang Hao, I've found most of what I'm looking for." Qu Xin said calmly and glanced at him, "There are many good people in Shaolong. Except for Li Mingqing, she won't feed me unless I buy her medicine."

"..." Pei Ye couldn't help laughing and said seriously, "That's no wonder Ping Qing, just buy some from her."

"Are you paying?"

"I'll pay whatever I want." Pei Ye was not penniless now, so she held on, "How much did she sell you?"

"One thousand, seven hundred taels a year, if you pay a quarter, Taishan Yaolu will do the business and give you dividends."

"..." Pei Ye looked at the pear tree outside the courtyard nonchalantly, and said softly, "Ah... as young heads, you are indeed talking about big business."

"Can't afford to pretend."

Pei Ye changed the subject: "Don't keep talking about money. Let me ask you, when did you come? Do you know what was the biggest disturbance in Shenjing a few days ago?"

He pursed his lips and raised his head, all he thought about was the "Seventy-seven, Taishan Yaolu, [Little Yaojun] Qu Xin" whom he saw when he looked down at Shaolong Mansion that day.

"Is it a gamble for sword power in front of the Suzaku Gate?"

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"Not bad!" Pei Ye smiled happily, "It seems that although you haven't witnessed it with your own eyes, you have heard a lot of rumors in the past few days - I might be in front of you in the next Hefu registration."

Qu Xin nodded and said softly: "It is indeed very impressive. I have seen several of them. They all said that Mr. Pei was a young prostitute. After drinking the wine, he came to the stage in disheveled clothes. He had a woman's belt on his head. They were all lip prints... they were very detailed, but I thought they were ugly so I stopped reading them.”

Pei Ye was stunned and looked at her with a helpless look on his face: "...What did you say? Are these rumors common in Shenjing now?"

Qu Xin smiled slightly and nodded towards him.

There was a "pop" sound! The girl's hand pressed on the back of the chair in front of her.

Qu Xin was slightly startled.

Jiang Yin'er looked over with an upright face and said seriously: "Doctor Qu, you can't spread rumors anymore. Brother Shi has a good character and is a first-class good man. We have found this kind of random writing in several places these days. It's true. Report it to the Yamen for arrest."

"That's right! If Dr. Qu wants to read the rumors about Shenjing, he should read them from "Chang'an Sword Event", "Shenjing Di Bao" and "Guozijian Bao". Even if it's not good enough, it should be "Baifang Daily News" or something like that. That's Pei's classmate. Such a heroic figure. How can you read those shameless tabloids? It really ruins your reputation as Xiao Yaojun." Changsun Jue also frowned.

Cui Zhaoye was the closest, and her phoenix eyes dropped coldly: "If you are really bored, if Pei Shaoxia likes to drink flower wine, he will drink flower wine, and if he likes to sleep in a brothel, he will sleep in a brothel, and he will sleep with whichever girl he wants to sleep with, the same thing He is the best swordsman in Shenjing! He even talks about such boring things in front of Yijian Potian."

Pei Ye looked at her in horror and waved her hands repeatedly.

Qu Xin looked at the three of them silently, lost in thought.

Xu Chuo glanced over with a smile: "Are you three his little maids now?"

Cui Zhaoye smiled at Pei Ye. She had the most beautiful and clear eyes. When she squinted and smiled, she looked like a winter flower in full bloom. She turned around and said, "Mr. Xu, I established a 'Pei Ye Fellowship'. The eldest grandson and sister Jiang both Joined.”

Changsun Jue and Jiang Yin'er both widened their eyes. Changsun Jue said angrily, "I just want to protect the reputation of classmate Pei, so I won't join your club. Classmate Pei, I don't mean to dislike you."

"..."

Jiang Yin'er also said seriously, "This Shixiong club is too weird, and I don't agree with it."

Amid the noise, Qu Xin suddenly said in a calm voice, "What are the requirements of your club?"

"Like Pei Ye." Cui Zhaoye said.

"Then I'll join."

"..."

"..."

Several girls looked at her in amazement.

"I like him very much." Qu Xin glanced at Pei Ye, thought about it and seemed to have some ambiguity, and added, "I mean, I like his body very much."

Now Xu Chuo also looked at her.

...

"Kitten, I feel like I am a toy in this house." After the noisy dinner, Pei Ye stood alone under the pear tree, sighed softly, and watched the white steam drifting towards the night sky.

"I hope you can reflect on this, when others show me that kind of shining eyes, how I felt when you handed me over." Black Cat said calmly.

"...I'm sorry."

"Forgive you."

This is the last night before New Year's Eve, the old house was cleaned up very clean, waiting for tomorrow's guests. On the other side of the yard, several girls are still gathered together, chatting about their games.

Qu Xin asked seriously: "Then in this club, what kind of feelings should we have towards the great Pei Shaoxia?"

Cui Zhaoye said: "Of course it is noble, unique, support, trust and admiration."

"Then you really don't have a crush on him?" Qu Xin explored.

"Why do you always ask such vulgar questions?"

"Sorry, I don't understand it accurately." Qu Xin was like studying medical classics, "President Cui, can you tell me the feelings you have?"

Cui Zhaoye sighed lightly: "Since you don't have the highest pursuit of swordsmanship, how can you understand my noble feelings."

"Is Young Master Pei the only one in your heart?"

"Of course."

Cui Zhaoye looked at the clear night sky and said seriously and piously: "If there is no moon in the sky, it means that there is no Young Master Pei in the world; if there are no stars in the sky, it is in the eyes of Young Master Pei. If there is only one person in the world who is qualified to hold a sword, it is Young Master Pei; if Young Master Pei already has a cat, then I am willing to be his dog."

Chang Sun Jue buried his head in the table and laughed, Jiang Yin'er held his forehead and remained silent.

"Ah..." Only Qu Xin showed admiration and clapped his hands, and at the same time, he prepared what he would say when he saw the disciples of Yunlang Mountain next time.

——"Everyone in our Pei Ye Club knows that Ming Qitian was born two years too early. Pei Ye in Shenjing is the best swordsman in the world."

The high and cold night sky was dotted with cold white spots, accompanied by sporadic firecrackers, and the last snow of the Xinsi year fell in Shenjing.