Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

When the people who originally watched on the street saw the team, they all retreated to both sides, and even the students at the door stopped to look back and stood still, until the team slowly reached the gate of the tribute courtyard, and then someone whispered to the ear "Who are these people?"

"It looks like it's from Duwei Mansion."

"Oh……"

"What awesome!"

I clasped my cotton coat's hand tightly, because in the middle of the team, I saw Liu Qinghan!

Unlike in the Jixian Temple, today he is not wearing a loose gown, but a neat black riding suit. The navy blue belt is tightly tightened, and the buckle is carefully buckled to the first one. The bee-waist ape has a strong body, and the hair is **** high, exposing a clean forehead and a well-defined jaw, coupled with his dark complexion and rocky temperament, which is quite a bit prestigious.

When I met those clear eyes, my heart seemed to be hit hard, and my cotton clothes fell from my hands.

The student standing in front of me immediately made a "hey" sound. He was turning over from the horse's back, heard the sound, turned his head to look at me, and gave a sting.

With four eyes facing each other, my face was hot, and I hurried down to pick up the cotton shirt and stuffed it to the student. At this time, I heard a sound of footsteps coming from behind the tribute courtyard, a voice sounded with sneer--

"Who am I? I came here with great fanfare. It turned out to be Master Liu."

The voice was soft and silent, and with a hint of ridicule, I frowned and turned to look at it. Several officials walked out of the tribute courtyard. The young man in the central Chinese suit was quite handsome, but his eyes were strange. On closer inspection, it looks like a pair of snake eyes, staring at people as if being hunted, making people feel uncomfortable.

I've never seen him before, just watching his attitude towards Qing Han seems not very friendly, but Liu Qinghan took a whip backhand and arched him: "Master Ouyang."

Lord Ouyang? I frowned slightly, was it Shen Gongzhen's righteous son, Ou Yangyu, the book of the Ministry of Rites, who has soared in North Korea in the past two years?

Although he is the righteous son of Shen Gongzhen, it seems that he is just like his own son. He has learned 10% of his arrogant attitude, stepped down from the steps with his hands step by step, and said leisurely: "Why is Master Liu not today? Accompany the princess to play and come back to the tribute? If it annoys the princess and affects the career of the adult, this is not worth the loss. "

As soon as this sentence came out, the other officials who came out with him did not smile deeply.

Everyone around him looked at Qing Han with a look of contempt. His face was dark and he could not see anything, but his ear tips were already red.

He and Pei Yuanzhen seem to have no direct relationship, but Pei Yuanzhen follows him every day like this, and people in the palace would have spread the word. People like him and the long princess are more talkative. He said that he was already a man who was totally relying on the princess.

In fact, his official career looks easy on the surface, and it is even harder. Even the captain of the light car is nice to say. It is not a real job. In the eyes of an outsider, he is a vagrant attached to the princess.

Liu Qinghan was silent for a long time before he began to speak, and his voice was still calm: "Master Ouyang joked, it was the emperor's order to come to guard the examination room."

Ouyang Yu sneered: "Oh, it was you who came to see me ..."

"Master Ouyang, coming here is not just a janitor, but also to guard against fraud in the examination room, officials' favoritism, these are the duties of the next."

"Well, Lord Liu, you are really too busy."

Several officials around also sneered, "Holding feather arrows."

"It's so wild, the princess hasn't been able to come up with a general title."

"Hey, Master Tian is wrong. He really became a general. How did the long princess meet with Master Liu every day?"

"Hahahaha ..."

"Master Liu should still watch it outside, don't wait for irrelevant idlers, cats, dogs, or else-the princess is not easy to explain to the emperor."

"..."

Liu Qinghan stood under the steps, holding his whip's hand forcibly, with green tendons protruding from the back of his hand.

Not only was the back of his hand, he gritted his teeth hard, his face almost twitched, looking at it, it seemed that these people did not treat him like this once or twice, and he also endured the difficult, but now, in front of Wan Thousands of students, face can't come down.

At this moment, the sound of a wooden point grabbing on the ground came from the tribute courtyard, and then, an old and leisurely voice sounded slowly--

"The wind is always passing, and Cao is getting more and more in my eyes. Someone asked me what's going on? The sea is wide and people are in trouble."

With this voice, the gentleman in a gray robe came out from the inside. He was wearing a hair band, was thin and long, and the robe was wearing a lingering feeling on his body. He came out slowly with a cane, and his eyes were still dark. Yes, but in front of the white snow, there is a kind of intelligibility.

Everyone looked up and suddenly held their breath.

Fu Bazhen laughed, "Here it is lively."

When Ouyang Yu saw him, their faces changed, and they honestly arched hands: "Fu University Scholar."

"Mr. Fu University ?!"

The students below all looked up in surprise when they heard these four words. His name is inferior to Lei Guaner in the heavenly dynasty. Compared with the emperor's heavenly respect and the power of senior officials, his spiritual influence on people is truly unparalleled.

The students all secretly said, "He's a Fu university scholar? Fu Bazhen ?!"

"Sage of Shu!"

"What's wrong with his eyes ..."

Everyone talked, but he smiled calmly, and said gently: "Light cold."

"teacher."

"The emperor explained, don't forget it. This time, you are selecting talents for the court, and you can see the truth in writing."

"Students know."

Several other officials listened to Fu Bazhen's short words, and he was ashamed, but he waved his sleeves as if he was okay, turned around and groped and went in, while walking: Candidates have already entered the field one by one, so let's get to work. "

Those people looked at each other, and after all said nothing, they could only turn around and walk in.

As soon as the trouble was gone, the door was quiet. The students had not yet recovered from the calmness of Fu Bashen's manifestation. They also reflected that the captain was his student, and they all looked sideways, and some murmured: " He turned out to be Mr. Fu's student? "

"Why is it related to the princess again?"

"Shh, don't say it. Did you forget what Mr. Fu just said?"

The argument gradually calmed down, standing coldly in the snow, the snow had fallen on the shoulders, and the breath was cold. After a while, I turned my head and nothing happened. Distribute to the people behind: "You guys keep the door over there; you guys go to East Street to see, you go to the tower ..."

The guards obeyed the assignment and went to their respective positions. He stood in place for a while, then slowly turned around, but saw that I had been watching him, without movement, and came over calmly and said, "This is the queen The mother-in-law asked? "

"Uh ... yes, yes."

"let me help you."

After speaking, he came over and distributed cotton coats to those candidates with me.

Just now Ouyang Yu made a noise like this, and Fu Bazhen appeared again. All the examinees looked at him with a deep meaning. His face became paler and paler, and he didn't say a word until the distribution of cotton clothes was finished.

Seeing that all the candidates had entered the tribunal, he turned and wanted to leave. I thought about it and said, "Light cold."

"..." He was stagnant: "What else is happening to Master Yue?"

"I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"..."

I really want to speak, only to find that I really do n’t know what to say. I have a relationship with him, if there is one, if I do n’t look back, there is nothing. Looking at his cold eyes at this moment, I could not say anything, I could only stand silently in the snow.

The wind, blowing snow foam, fell into the collar, freezing me a little wincing, he looked at me, sighed, and said, "Go to the tea house over there."

"Ok."

The gate of the tribute courtyard sang a long hissing behind him, and slowly closed it. Several guards immediately went up to close the door. He only glanced at him and turned the horse around. I followed him and two people walked In the snow, one after the other, slowly walked towards the tea house.

It was snowing more and more urgently.

.

When he arrived at the tea house, he was asked to take the horse away. The two went up to the second floor. The steward ’s eyes were also trained in the pan. He found us a quiet place by the window and watched the snow falling outside. Quickly delivered, he poured tea and gently put it in front of me: "Hurry up."

"Ok."

I took a tea cup and took a sip. The tea is good tea, the fragrance of which is mellow, and I drink it warmly. The snowstorm outside is not so urgent.

However, I still don't know what to say.

He kept looking out the window, and I could only follow his eyes. He was tied to his horse in a willow barn downstairs, shaking his head uneasily, as if to break free from the reins and run wild. It seems that there are shadows around the shadow guard. I smiled and said, "When did you learn to ride a horse?"

"Learned in Xishan."

"Oh ... who taught?"

He turned to look at me and said, "You don't know."

"..." I froze and lowered my head with a grinning smile.

In fact, I was just thinking, if it was before, maybe I would fight once, and rushed out with him on a horse, and left here, even if the shadow guard looked at it, even if the emperor would want us, it would be a fight.

What if it succeeds?

But now, it's impossible.

I can't go, and he is unwilling to go.

The two sat silently without saying a word. The wind blew through the window with snow foam and landed in a tea cup. After a while, the hot tea became milder, and he turned to look at my face. The hand on the table stretched out, like it was subconsciously trying to grab my hand, but just reached halfway, but froze.

"You, aren't you cold?"

"..."

I looked at him, and suddenly there was a sourness somehow.

When he was on the hall, he would still hold my hand, but even now, it is taboo even to get closer.

"Light cold ..."

I was about to say something, but I saw him turn his head to look at the other side, and the thick black eyebrows frowned: "Hey?"