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After returning to the house, Lu Chai gently closed the door and turned to look at him.

Xiao Lan pulled the person into her arms and hugged him tightly, and whispered, "Thank you just now."

"The matter at the foot of the mountain will be resolved sooner or later, so why not thank you or not?" Lu Zhui said, "Do you really want me to go with you?"

"You are still injured, what do you go down the mountain to do." Xiao Lan led him to sit in a chair, "Besides, the rumors in the city have spread. Everyone is looking for you when they are crazy. This is when a fool will make a fool of himself. "

Lu Chai stroked his cheek with one hand: "Then you should be more careful."

"Don't worry." Xiao Lan held his hand, "Also, promise me one more thing."

"What?" Lu asked.

"No matter what you hear, you are not allowed to believe it or go down the mountain." Xiao Lan said, "Do you know?"

Lu Zhui shook his head.

Xiao Lan frowned.

"If you want me to stay on the mountain with peace of mind, you will come back earlier." Lu Zhui looked at him, "I only promise you, I will not act impulsively."

Xiao Lan squeezed his hand, not knowing what to say.

"Also, no matter what I hear, I will believe you." Lu Chau smiled, "I'll wait for you to come back."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Okay."

The room is quiet, and the lights are beating to reflect the silhouettes of the two people, and they overlap in pairs.

The bed was very warm. Xiao Lan checked for Lu Chai’s shoulder and head injuries, and lightly replaced with a new ointment. As a result, the smell of the medicine in the room became stronger, and it was refreshing and cool, making people feel sleepy. Three points.

Lu Chai leaned on his chest. Neither of them lifted the foot of the mountain. They listened to the wind and snow roaring outside the window together, thinking that the courtyard would be white again tomorrow morning.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Lan asked.

"It turns out that there will be such a heavy snow in the south of the Yangtze River." Lu Chai said, "When I was young, I listened to the old man in Mingyue's tomb telling stories, and I kept thinking about when we could also go to the northeast and then roll in the snow together. "

Xiao Lan smiled: "According to your clean temper, shouldn't you see Xuebian chanting poems and paintings, rolling snowball fights, etc. It's right for me to do it."

"It's Master Wen who chanted poems and painted pictures," Lu Zhui thought about it and said again, "Master Wen may not be, maybe when he sees snow, he will think of touching a few pears from the basket to the snow nest. Eat in.” What poems are good, it’s important to have a full stomach.

Xiao Lan heard his voice low and soft, talking about these trivial trivial things, saying that it would snow in Chaomuya, and that it would snow in the royal city. He also talked about the things in the mountains and seas and the palace, and he made himself faint. I was sleepy, and finally my breath grew steadily, my fingers hooked, and I wanted to dream of a pure white without any variegated colors. Like his people, it was clear and clean. Snow fell on the branches and melted in the palms. It's Lu.

The next morning, when Lu Chai woke up, his side was empty, and the aroma in the room was filled. It was different from the usual smell of smoke, but it was a bit too sweet. I thought he was afraid of disturbing himself when he left. Added calming flowers to the incense burner.

Taking the clothes aside, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a pair of chubby little snowmen on the window sill, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, a little melted and dripping, but still tightly pressed together.

"Father." A Liu came in with hot water, "I heard you are awake."

"Xiao Lan is gone?" Lu Zhui lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"I left early in the morning. Before I left, I talked to Mrs. Tao in the room for a long time. I'm not good at eavesdropping." A Liu handed him the hot towel, "I just knew that there was no quarrel."

"Someone else's mother and son are talking, what are you going to overhear." Lu Chai wiped his face clean, his energy was refreshed.

"Father." A Liu pressed his voice to the bottom, his mouth almost pressed against his ear, "Should we really not go down the mountain to have a look?"

"Lin Wei and Chao Muya's people are in Wushuang City." Lu Chai pushed him away with a finger.

"But Dad had previously ordered that they were only allowed to watch the movement in the city and not act without authorization." A Liudao, "Now there are people in the city who want to pick things out, so they can't stay passive all the time."

"I have a sense of measure." Lu Chai patted him on the shoulder, "If you really want to do something, it's better to find out the details of that little girl first."

Ah Liu was embarrassed: "But if she knows that I am a plume, what should I do if I have to marry?"

It was rare for Lu Chai to be choked by him: "So you still have such deep sad thoughts."

Ah Liu was very distressed: "Not really."

Lu Zhui: "..."

The cold in the courtyard was expected, Tao Yuer sat under the eaves, watching the snow in the courtyard thinking about things.

"Madam." Lu Chai opened the door.

"Wake up?" Tao Yuer returned to her senses, smiling and calling him to her side, "When Lan'er left, she said that you didn't sleep well last night, so that A Liu and Miss Yue should not make a noise in the courtyard. This is the first time I saw this. He is so careful."

Lu Zhui calmly said: "The wound was itchy last night, so I haven't fallen asleep."

Tao Yu'er stroked the wound on his cheek with the back of her finger, looked at those clear eyes, but sighed in her heart.

When I first entered Fuhunling, I learned that there were Haibi and Lu Wuming’s sons in Mingyue’s tomb. Naturally, I would look at him more. I only felt that he was white and pure and gentle, incompatible with the dirty and dark tomb. God's favor, you should be born elegant and graceful.

Wu Nian Yamen Gui is to cut off love and love. As Tao Xin's favorite disciple, Tao Yu'er has always been light and selfish. It was the Red Lotus Flower that would marry Xiao Yuntao, but he gradually fell in love with that simple man, and later gave birth to Xiao Lan, and gave half of his life to his son. Just having concern in my heart is equivalent to giving up my position as head. In the years of wandering and displacement, Tao Yuer hid in Tibet day by day, and took his son desperately in the middle of the night. After suffering much hardship, the cocoon in my heart was also lost. It is getting thicker and thicker, buried in the deep shadow, as if sinking into the mud.

When I met Lu Chai in the darkest time, no matter how beautiful and flawless he was, he wouldn't be like an ordinary woman. He would hug him and kiss him and kiss him. If he saw it, he would forget it. During Xiao Lan’s year of poisoning and detoxification, he spent most of the time in the tomb with Aunt Gui, so that he only vaguely heard the news later that Lu Zhui was also taken to make a medicine pot. The blood-fed gu, after being developed, can absorb the residual poison from Xiao Lan's body.

"Aren't you afraid that Lu Wuming knows?" Tao Yuer asked one time, "I knew that you actually used his only son to refine medicine."

"It's just for refining medicine. It's nothing more than suffering from some pain, and you can't die after taking the antidote." Aunt Gui said, "That little **** is born thinner than paper, how can it be compared with Lan'er."

"You really care about my son." Tao Yuer replied lukewarm and reminded, "But in March, Lu Wuming and Haibi should return. If Lu Mingyu sue you, this tomb wants It will cause trouble again, maybe it will involve Lan'er."

"If he filed a complaint, Lan'er would be out of medicine, no medicine, but dying." Aunt Gui chuckled, "You haven't seen it, that little **** is usually boring, but he doesn't say anything to Lan'er. I care more than anyone else. I squatted on the floor crying with pain, and stayed by the bed after wiping the blood, saying that I was afraid that my brother would hurt too."

Perhaps because of being a mother, Tao Yu'er's heart seldom aches, and she remembered that she had seen Lu Mingyu yesterday, her face was pale and her walking was unstable, but she still greeted herself with a smile, as if nothing happened. Over.

So when I see you next time, I will keep it in my room to play for a while, steam a bowl of chicken cake, hold it in my arms and feel that he is about to lose weight to a bone, but the smile is still warm, like a grave One of them was bright, half an inch of light.

"God must like you very much." Tao Yuer hugged him and coaxed to sleep in a low voice, "It's just that he has too many things now, and he has forgotten you. In the future, when he remembers it, you will have a better way to go. Up."

Lu Chai answered in a daze in his dream, sleeping more and more sweetly.

So the thin child in her arms became another concern besides Xiao Lan in Tao Yuer's heart. Even if she left the Mingyue Tomb in the end, she was full of pity when she first thought of him. It's just that this bit of pity was gradually wiped out in the years to come. Now even she herself is confused. , How many points are left.

"Madam?" Lu Chai wondered, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing." Tao Yuer let go, "I think of some disturbing old things again."

"Think of something happy for those who are celebrating the New Year." Lu Zhui smiled, "If you sigh more, there will be more wrinkles."

"I know the nonsense." Tao Yuer pulled him and sat beside him, "There is a pot of porridge under the mountain, what else can be happy about."

"Look carefully, there will always be." Lu Chai said, "For example, in the Wangcheng, there is no wife’s rice oil shop. If you want to come to the Dacang rice oil shop next door, you can make a lot of money. In 1989, he would sneak away to splurge on flower wine, and his wife, ten per cent of the time, would bring a dog to the door and make a joke."

Tao Yuer "pouch" laughed: "So for so many years, you have been paying attention to the movement on my side."

Lu Zhui said fluently: "My lady is not luxurious, and I naturally recognize it."

Tao Yu'er was amused by him, and the smog in her heart dissipated a little, and she asked, "The injury on your face is nothing but the poison in your body?"

Lu Chai handed his wrist over.

Tao Yu'er tried the pulse for him and said, "It's pretty good. It's a lot more gentle than before. It seems that Lan'er's internal strength is really useful."

Lu Zhui echoed: "Yeah."

"Lan'er was still telling me to look after you when he left," Tao Yuer said, "I may not run down the mountain."

Lu Zhui sighed: "Brother Xiao is really a good person."

Tao Yuer patted his hand and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Knowing that Xiao Lan definitely said something else besides this sentence, Lu Zhui didn’t ask any more, just sat under the eaves with Tao Yu’er, chatting and laughing together, watching the clouds change in the distance, and finally stacked into white mist. Heavy.

Down the mountain, a group of people from the rivers and lakes are holding up swords and clubs, surrounding a house in the city. Relying on the large number of people on their own side, they yelling and cursing, making the people of Mingyue Tomb be more acquainted, and get out of here. Frost City.