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After Lu Zhui copied all the books and pictures, the season was just after Liqiu, everyone bought a carriage again to pack their luggage, and headed north for Wangcheng.

Although the summer has passed, the autumn sun is still burning like fire, and it feels uncomfortable to walk on the official road to be exposed to the sun. In addition, the South China Sea war has not yet stopped, and the emperor is not in the palace anyway, so the group of people is not in a hurry to rush all the way. Stop and go for a tour of the mountains and water, and it was not until the middle of winter that it snowed before finally arriving in the city.

The master and the second master were not there, but it did not delay the good business of Shanhaiju guest Yingmen. Xiao Er was so busy that he had just put all the dishes on this table, and Yu Guang saw another group of guests upstairs, and hurriedly greeted them with a smile: "A few of you--" Before he finished speaking, he was still stunned, rubbing his eyes and looking again. The smiling white man in front of him was not the second master of this mountain and sea residence?

"Why, don't you recognize me?" Lu Zhui took off the white cloak and smiled, "Go, get some wine and food."

Xiao Er cried with joy, greeted everyone in the elegant room while repeatedly agreeing. A few pieces of fine snow drifted into the window lattice, and Lu chased a sip of the hot tea, and said with emotion: "It's been three or four years since a blink of an eye. Time flies so fast."

Tao Yu'er looked at the familiar street outside the window, with some emotion, thinking to herself that the previous three or four years, the previous oil company had become a dusty ruin. Only Yue Dadao was carefree and asked Xiao Lan, where is the newly bought house.

"Jin Yufang Yinma Hutong, where is it?" Xiao Lan asked Lu Zhui, "it shouldn't be far from here, right?"

"It's not far, but it's very close." Lu Chau smiled, "Here, have you seen that pagoda? Yinma Hutong is behind it. It's a good place to keep quiet. It was a good choice."

"The King City is really lively." Yue Dadao lay on the window, "No wonder those merchants from all directions like to run here."

"After dinner, let A Liu take you out for a stroll." Lu Chau smiled, "There is a market to the west, which is more lively."

While several people were talking, Xiao Er had already prepared the dishes, and they were still Lu Zhui's favorite taste. Among them, there was a greasy hooves, which was told by Master Wen before leaving. If the second master returns , You must eat this eight-treasure sauce for your first meal.

"What are you particular about?" Lu asked.

Xiao Er smiled and waved his hand: "I don't pay attention to it. This is a new dish researched by an adult. I have eaten it with my friends in Chaozhong and Jianghu. Only the second master has not tasted it." After speaking, he lowered his voice. , "The emperor said it was good after eating."

Lu Zhui clamped a chopstick: "I remember, this is the old book that I read together with an adult, and saw that there is a red jade hoof sauce in it. I studied it together for three days, but the recipe hasn't been written yet. So I went south to Frost City." In other words, it was kidnapped by someone and went to Frost City.

Grand Prince Xiao said calmly: "It's delicious."

Lu Chai kicked him under the table with a smile in his eyes.

After a meal, my body became warm. From Shanhaiju to Yinma Hutong, you don’t need to ride a horse. Just walk through two alleys. Xiao Lan’s newly bought house is not facing the street and the door is not elegant. Only three or four steps of bluestone slabs lead to a vermilion wood door. , The cyan eaves were covered with snow, which turned into water under the warm winter sun, splashing drop by drop to the ground. Indeed, as Lu Zhui said earlier, it was a quiet place hidden in the bustling and bustling capital of the king.

"Come on." Xiao Lan took his hand and stepped over the stone slab into the small courtyard. The wooden door "creaked" to break the silence, and a dark fragrance hit him. It was a winter plum in the corner, and the tree was blooming by himself. flower.

"Do you like it?" Xiao Lan asked.

Lu Chai nodded. He only knew that Yinma Hutong was quite quiet before, but he didn't know that there was another deep house with a cave in it. The newly hired old housekeeper smiled and took the luggage, and took the others to the guest house, leaving only Xiao Lan and Lu Chai, who walked through the garden hand in hand and returned to the bedroom together.

"From today, this is our home." Xiao Lan hugged him and put it on the table. "Look at what is missing in these two days. It happens to be bought together with the New Year's goods."

Lu Chai held his cheek with both hands, wanted to talk, but didn't know what to say. There are too many and too complicated feelings in my heart, and I have been wandering in the sorrow and mist for half my life in the rivers and lakes. This time, I can finally clear the clouds and see the sun. There will be no separation, chasing and sickness. I have a home in Feiliu City and a home in Yangzhi City. He also has a home in Wangcheng, with flowers in summer and snow in winter. He can't think of what he still lacks. It seems that everything has become the most complete circle, and the rest of his life is only happy and worry-free.

"Why are you crying?" Xiao Lan frowned slightly, rubbing his thumb across his red eyes.

Lu Zhui said: "Happy."

Xiao Lan stretched out her hand to embrace him, and dropped a soft kiss in her hair.

Later, when the people of Wangcheng heard that Mr. Lu was back, they also came to visit the door with bacon snacks and eggs. The matchmaker rushed to the Jinyufang in a sedan chair, for fear that the fat would be taken away by others. Unexpectedly, they were all empty. A Liu smiled and had a good attitude, standing at the door with his sleeves to pick up guests, looking for my father? My father and my mother went out for a stroll, and they won’t be back until midnight. Come, come and have tea in the house, tea, you’re welcome.

The matchmaker almost lost her breath and went out for three or four years. Will she have a wife when she comes back? I don't know which vixen in the arena.

In the west market, Young Master Xiao was holding Lu Chai's hand, and strolling carefully one by one stalls, even if the cold wind was rough, he was still relaxed and comfortable.

One month later, the New Year’s Pass approached, and there was good news from the south. The Chu Xiang rebels had been completely wiped out, the Chu army had won a great victory, and the southern border was regained stability. Therefore, the already lively King City was even more so. In the festive season, people rushed to the streets to sing and dance, and even the trees were covered with various brocades, like flowers in full bloom in spring.

On New Year’s Eve, the family sat around the stove to watch the year. Eight plates of cold dishes were paired with good wine. There was still mutton cooked in the hot pot. Lu Wuming had a drink alone. On the other side, Tao Yuer and Lu Zhui were talking about making dumplings. Liu took Yue Dadao and lighted firecrackers in front of the door, crackling red snow, so that the whole courtyard was filled with harmony.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Lu chased up early and entered the palace alone—this was also the privilege that Chu Yuan gave him. He could enter and leave the library freely, and it would take as long as he wanted. Xiao Lan originally wanted to go there together, but was sternly rejected. Young Master Mingyu glanced at him and said, "You don't like reading."

"But I love to see you." Xiao Lan hugged him from behind, "You read the book, I see you, don't bother."

Not even more so, Lu Zhui slapped him away and put his clothes on the sedan chair. Staring straight at you with these two gazes, the book must not be able to read it, maybe there are other things to do, but it is in the palace, if any old man happened to come in and bump into it, it is estimated that he will be convulsed.

So Xiao Lan had to squat on the threshold, holding his head with both hands, gloomily watching the carriage go away.

Why do you want to go to the palace to read?

I also built a college for you outside.

The little eunuchs in the palace recognized Lu Zhui, and soon prepared tea and snacks, and retired respectfully. As soon as the door of the house closed, the surroundings became more silent. Lu Zhui climbed the ladder to the highest point, looking carefully through the catalogues. He was always idle. He wanted to find records about jade carvings over the years. Maybe he could find them. To the whereabouts of the statue of Madame Bai Yu.

There are more than 20,000 books in the vastness of the book. Not to mention it is to find a record. Even if there is a big living person hidden in the pile of books, it is not easy to find it, but fortunately Lu Chai does not rush. Time, a pot of tea and a volume of books, can slowly turn over the whole day, until the waiter came in to remind, that the outside is already in the middle of the moon.

"Lord Lu just rest in the palace." The little **** helped him up, "It will be convenient to come back tomorrow morning."

"That won't work." Lu Chai said, "There are still people waiting for me to go home."

After going out of Chongyang Gate, I saw someone standing on the official road, stretched by the moonlight.

Lu Chai ran over with a smile: "I forgot the time."

"It hasn't been long since I came." Xiao Lan hugged him and turned over. "Have you finished reading the book?"

"It's not over, come back tomorrow." Lu Zhui moved his muscles and bones.

Xiao Lan put his chin on his shoulder, and said shamelessly: "Then tomorrow I will follow, you are not allowed to drive me away."

Lu Zhui agreed perfunctorily, and then muttered, "I'm hungry."

"It's so boring, I didn't even mix up the meal in the imperial dining room?" Xiao Lan smiled and joked, untied the cloak and wrapped him tightly, "Go, take you to the side street to eat wontons."

The flying sand red dragon hooves stepped on the snow, galloping out a dark red light in the dark night. The owner of the wonton stall made two large bowls of wontons with numb hands and feet, and added a spoonful of spicy oil. In this long snowy night, they tasted differently.

You take a bite and I take a bite. Under the dim butter lamp, you have a delicious meal, but a fat bald monk appears silently behind him, his hands clasped together: "Amitabha."

Lu Chai looked back at him and asked the stall owner, "Are there vegetarian food?"

"Yes, it's stuffed with tofu and cabbage." The stall owner cooked another bowl and called the master over to eat. The monk was not very welcome. After eating in a couple of bites, he insisted on giving Lu Zhuan a divination and used it as wonton money.

Lu Chai shook his head: "No need."

The fat monk was very insistent, pulling his sleeves and not letting him go, perhaps because he had just eaten his stomach and was quite strong.

Lu Chai had to stretch out his hand: "Thank you, Master."

The fat monk asked, "What does the son want?"

Lu Zhui thought for a while, and said, "I was looking for something recently. Master thinks I might find it?"

The fat monk slapped his thigh decisively: "Can, can, can."

Xiao Lan twitched his mouth, and the Taoist priests who pretended to be blind on the street knew that they had to shake their heads first. You are good, you are capable, no wonder you are so downhearted that you can't even get food.