Chapter 299 Hiking

When Yang Yanzhao came out of Xiao Zhuo's bedroom, the heavy snow finally showed signs of calming, but before the north wind roared, it blew on his face, as if it had been cut by a sword, which was very stingling.

The stone steps outside the hall were covered with a thick layer of snow, and several little eunuchs were hurriedly sweeping. Yang Yanzhao went down the stone steps, but he could still hear the silver bell-like laughter behind him.

That's Qiong'e's happy voice.

Blown by the cold wind, Yang Yanzhao slowly calmed down because Xiao Zhuo was also a person from the same world. If only changed the place and opportunity to meet each other in this strange year, how good it would be?

Thinking about the position of the two of them now, they couldn't help sighing deeply, and a white fog also dissipated.

No matter what, he will not stay in the capital, but what should be done next? Yang Yanzhao still has no idea. Whether to find an opportunity to escape back to the Song Dynasty or stay here to wait for the opportunity to move, these have no clue.

When he went down the stone steps, the servant who led him before trotted up and greeted him, smiling like the flowers blooming in March. Regardless of whether Yang Yanzhao took care of it or not, he kept talking to himself, and he was almost happy.

It was the previous soft sedan chair that sent him back to the house. The eunuch attentively lifted the sedan chair and reached out without hitting the smiling face. Out of the sedan chair, Yang Yanzhao was no longer calm and thanked him softly.

"Oh, Lord Yang is seeing you outside. The villain Zhang Dequan is doing this errand in the palace. If you have any instructions in the future, just tell me."

The words were full of familiarity, which was completely different from the previous one, which made Butler Chen, who was sweeping the snow with his servants at the door, a little stunned.

After saying a few more words, Zhang Dequan took the person away. It was not until he turned the corner. Then he hurriedly got into the sedan chair, rubbed his hands and whispered, "It's really freezing to death. I don't know what the empress like about the naive guy..."

After saying that, he was angry with his hands again and shouted impatiently, "You guys, haven't you eaten or something? Why don't you go back to the palace quickly!"

At the gate of the house, Yang Yanzhao took a few glances at the house that Ye Lvxian rewarded him. Although it was not magnificent, it was also a pink wall. * Seeing the countryside, he had unspeakable kindness.

He took a deep breath, and the cold breath went straight into his heart, as if he had been pricked by a needle. Yang Yanzhao secretly warned himself in his heart that he had to calm down. Maybe more high-ranking officials would send him in the future. He must not get lost in it. He had tens of thousands of blood debts on his body, and his dearest people were waiting for him in Bianliang City. Go back.

After a long time, he came to his senses and looked at the cold red housekeeper Chen and others. Yang Yanzhao waved his hand, "Let's go back to the house and rest. Wait until the wind and snow stop and the snow stop cleaning. Don't freeze."

Hearing this, the housekeeper Chen quickly copied it and asked the servants to collect brooms and other utensils, while he accompanied Yang Yanzhao and walked to the house.

Entering the house, before taking a few steps, Chen Moer, who had combed his hair before, was struggling to sweep the snow in the yard. Her little face turned red with cold. She stopped from time to time and took two breaths of heat to warm her numb hands.

Seeing this situation, a trace of pity flashed in the housekeeper Chen's eyes. Just as he was about to step forward, he seemed to be thinking about something and stopped abruptly.

And just for a moment, Yang Yanzhao stepped forward and panicked in Chen Moer. * Her cold little hands grabbed into the palm of her hand. While gently rubbing it, she scolded with a little concern, "You don't need to pay attention to the snow in the yard. If it has been swept away by you, there is nothing to see, which is not bald. Of? At that time, I have to spend money on some things to decorate. I don't have any money on me. This is a dilemma.

I felt that my hands gradually warmed up. The timidity on Chen Moer's face disappeared, and she blinked her big eyes with a little uneasy smile. When Yang Yanzhao touched her head, the little girl actually stuck out her tongue, full of mischievous appearance.

"Go back to the house and have a rest."

Under Yang Yanzhao's order, Chen Moer jumped to the north side of the house, but when she passed the housekeeper Chen, the little girl looked at him and her figure was a little slower.

"The adults have said something, why don't you go back to the house!"

Butler Chen shouted in a low voice, which made Chen Moer's eyes look a little aggrieved, but he didn't dare to stay at all and trotted away.

In the next few days, Yang Yanzhao stayed in the house all day without leaving home, and Ye Luxian seemed to have forgotten him and did not recruit him into the palace.

As for Xiao Zhuo, although the two of them are both fallen people, after all, their identities are different, and it is impossible for her to meet Yang Yanzhao from time to time.

No one disturbs him, and his life is quiet. Han De in Nanfu doesn't know whether it's because of Ye Lvxian's will or other reasons. He is very close to Yang Yanzhao. Although he didn't see him, he still sent people to send some ordinary food and clothing every few days.

Of course, there are also people who have come to find him several times, which is Princess Qiong'e, who looks gentle and charming, extremely tricky and strange, which makes people have a headache.

"Yang Jing, your tune is wrong. I didn't play it all night when I went back!"

Yang Yanzhao, who huddled in a chair in the yard and secretly folded his handprints with his hands, seemed to be basking in the warm sun in winter, but in fact, he secretly carried his mind again, trying to break through the seal of Dantian.

Hearing this sound, he quickly collected his skills, suppressed the anxiety caused by the lack of any progress in his body, pretended to be lazy, looked up at the angry Qiong'e, and immediately buried his head, pretended to be asleep, and even made a low snoring sound.

"Bang!"

But Qiong'e couldn't see his little trick. She kicked straight on his wooden chair and almost kicked him to the ground. Fortunately, Yang Yanzhao was agile to stabilize his body.

Looking at Qiong'e with a bitter face, Yang Yanzhao said helplessly, "Your Highness, who provoked you? Let your big sweat directly clean it up. Don't make me a poor prisoner happy all day long!"

Qiong'e's red and swollen eyes stared at him and threw the rice paper in her hand angrily. "Yang Yanzhao, you liar, how can't the seven tunes be music? Even the best musician in the palace can't play it!"

Picking up the rice paper and looking at the words on it, Yang Yanzhao smiled. The last time Qiong'e came, she pestered him to ask for some music score. After the Huakui test, Yang Yanzhao went to Minnan, but the strange songs he wrote to Yanran and other women were spread. If you are not a daughter, you can't listen to a song. .

Of course, all the major brothels and even the music masters have thought about this song. Unfortunately, no one knows the mystery. For a moment, Yang Yanzhao became a legend in the rhythm world.

Therefore, Qiong'e naturally wanted to grab Yang Yanzhao to ask for the song. In order to be quiet, the latter casually adapted a song and drew a few tunes with his half-hearted level. When he was about to show off, Qiong'e stared and took away the score.

After all, she is also proficient in rhythm. Now that she has the music, how can she still listen to Yang Yanzhao's lecture?

But when she returned to the palace, no matter how Qiong'e played with the strings, the jade pot ice piano, which should have been very spiritual in her hand, could not make the tune she heard in Bianliang that day. Even if she found the craftsman with the best rhythm in the palace, she could not find a result.

He couldn't stand it. Qiong'e came to Yang Yanzhao again. Now she only felt very uncomfortable when she looked at the smile on his face, so she slanted her eyebrows and looked annoyed.

Seeing her like this, Yang Yanzhao laughed twice, but he was about to take the piano, but Qiong'e waved to the maid behind her, handed over the jade pot ice piano wrapped in brocade silk, and smiled at Yang Yanzhao and said, "Use this princess's piano. You can interpret it well. Don't show off too much!"

After taking over the Yuqin, the servants moved the tables and chairs. Yang Yanzhao looked around and found that the housekeeper Chen, who had been submissive and respectfully, disappeared. Instead, Chen Moer, the little girl, squatted on the side of the corridor, held her chin, staring at him happily, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Wash your hands and wipe your hands. Although Yang Yanzhao knows that he is at a level that he doesn't like, he has to do a good job in the flower frame, otherwise how can he smalink people?

When Yang Yanzhao was singing, the housekeeper Chen, dressed in a cyan robe, entered the extraordinary 'Han Mansion'. With the begging of those snooked servants, the latter reluctantly entered the house to inform him.

For a long time, someone led him into the house. He has been to this 'Han Mansion' several times, but he dares not raise his head and look directly every time for fear of being shocked by the magnificent scenery.

When he arrived at an elegant living room, Butler Chen stood on one side with his head down. Although the owner did not arrive, he did not dare to be presumptuous at all. He could only look at the valuable calligraphy, painting, porcelain and other objects in the room with the remnants of his eyes.

A slight sound came from far to near. Soon, Han De, who was wrapped in a mink jacket, came in. Seeing the prime minister of Nanfu, Housekeeper Chen hurried forward and saluted respectfully.

"There's no need to be polite. Sit down."

At this moment, Han De's face is less of usual flattery, but more majesty and gentleness.

But even so, how dare the housekeeper Chen dares to take a seat, and even the tea brought by the subordinates of 'Hanfu' did not dare to take it.

"That said, what has he been doing recently?"

He bent over and saluted, and the housekeeper Chen whispered, "Lord Chancellor, Yang Jing stayed in the house all day long. He looked at the scriptures and wrote and wrote, but Princess Qiong'e often came to look for him and said some poems and songs."

"Princess Qiong'e?"

Han De, who was drinking tea, paused for a moment and took a sip again, "Is there anything else?"

"The Prime Minister has nothing to do with it."

"Well, you go back first and report anything to me immediately."

"Yes."

Housekeeper Chen answered and saluted, but did not withdraw. He struggled for a moment and gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency, the little girl Chen Mo'er is still young, can you..."

"No."

The two words were resolute and could not be refuted. The housekeeper Chen had to swallow the words, saluted again, and carefully bent out.