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It is rare to see the next mountain in a few months. This time, both Luo Changfeng and Peng Jiushizi occupied the top three mirrors in the inner courtyard. I thought that I would not have to repeat the boring academy life in the six-character school practice in the future.

One day, whether it was Jiang Manlou, Luo Changfeng and others, they were drinking happily in Tianxiang Pavilion and were drunk.

Of course, these drunken people have different reasons for getting drunk.

Tianxiang Pavilion was quiet all night.

By the early morning of the next day, sparse sunlight had already shined from the sky and the wind that occasionally blew in the city was not as sharp as the knife in the previous few days, and even became much softer.

Of course, in the cold winter when the cold current of the Great Yan Empire has not yet completely receded, these north winds will naturally not really become mild. It is just that people are more likely to accept it compared to wind and snow.

The snow accumulated in Bodhi City was cleaned by the common people in the city over a day. Some of the snow was piled up outside some wealthy businessmen and transported to the ice cellar. They splashed water on the snow pile.

Above, use the cold air of this cold winter and the temperature in the ice cellar to turn these snow into ice, and leave it to cool down in the future during the warm spring and summer solstice.

Of course, some craftsmen who are good at handicrafts will not miss these ice and snow.

Warmth is sent to the world with the sunshine, and today's Bodhi City seems very lively.

Luo Changfeng and Xueer walked side by side on the bustling streets.

The remaining alcoholic spirit of yesterday was eliminated with a late night of sleep, not to mention that Luo Changfeng is now at the peak of Chonghui. This kind of alcoholic spirit can rarely affect his mind that can understand the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

Xueer rarely drinks, so naturally she can’t say that she wakes up or gets drunk.

"Xue'er..."

"Brother Changfeng..."

"You talk first..."

"Brother Changfeng said first..."

Luo Changfeng smiled and said, "You'd better tell me first."

Xue'er remembered the drunken scene of taking care of Luo Changfeng in Tianxiang Pavilion last night. Now, looking at the smile on Luo Changfeng's handsome face, she felt a little tingling in her heart for some reason.

"There is a saying that Xue'er doesn't know whether to ask." The little Pixiu came out from somewhere and ran into Xue'er's arms. Her little head seemed to be very nostalgic about the warmth and faint fragrance in Xue'er's arms. Xue'er was busy.

He hugged him, stroked the little Pixiu's little tiger-like head and said.

"What do you have to say? Only by asking is it not that you shouldn't ask." Luo Changfeng lowered his head slightly and looked at Xue'er's eyes and said.

"Brother Changfeng's family..." Xueer said with a silence.

Luo Changfeng didn't expect Xueer to ask this question. Because they had known each other for a long time, they only knew each other's names. Luo Changfeng even deliberately concealed his own names, and Luo Changfeng asked about the question of family or where his family was.

Feng didn't want to mention it, nor would he ask.

It was no longer his wish to deceive his real name. He did not want to use another lie to fulfill this lie.

So he only knew that Xue'er was called Yan Ningxue.

Now that he was suddenly asked about his family, Luo Changfeng felt a little abrupt.

He was wondering if he said something he shouldn't say after getting drunk last night.

Luo Changfeng turned his head and looked at the front of the street.

There are people of different shapes on the spacious streets, but there is no familiar figure.

Luo Changfeng didn't know what he was looking at.

Maybe it was the wind chime hanging on the eaves of the pavilion, maybe it was the ice of snow on the green tiles, or maybe both.

He was silent for a long time and walked in silence.

The atmosphere between the two is a bit solid and a little cold.

Xueer knew that she had asked questions she shouldn't have asked, and she became a little anxious.

She really didn't know what to do.

Growing up in Bailou Gate since childhood, although he never took a step beyond the capital of the Great Yan Empire, even in a secluded prison, he always lived a life like a star-studded princess.

Always the maids around her, even the elder brothers and fathers, came to make her happy, but she had never had any experience of relieving others' worries.

Although her unhappiness was not a feeling, she was just because she had been stuck in the palace for a long time, and she began to become taciturn, sentimental, and self-pity.

In the deserted palace, she began to fall in love with reading.

She can always find interesting stories after interesting stories in books, and she can see interesting people from those interesting stories.

She even began to yearn for the mountains, rivers and humanistic customs recorded in the books.

She seemed to be able to see her figure in the book.

I was traveling between the free and free world, and took a small boat to Jiangling from Jueyun Ridge in the south of the sky, and then walked through the wonders of the Qizhou Region and the Eight Hundred Sects. I heard that the West of the Sky is a broken world.

There is a space gate leading to many unknown worlds, and there are many people from other worlds left by the war ten thousand years ago. It has an exotic style and is very charming.

More importantly, the world of the world of Tianxi Mirror is the origin of Buddhism. In the six-character sect of practice in the world, Buddhism, as a branch of the Liumen, is always a bit desirable.

Whenever she finds those wonderful sentences from the Buddhist scriptures, she feels very happy.

But Brother Changfeng may not like these books and stories that have accompanied me through those long and boring years, right?

When she was anxious, Xue'er saw a crowded crowd of people in front of a pavilion called Xie Anfang not far away.

A flash of inspiration appeared in her mind, and she suddenly remembered that the name Xie An had seen in a book of a biography of characters.

Xie An described in the book is a great poet in the Liuzi family.

It is not a Confucian poem, but a musical song.

It is said that this person is best at writing lyrics and essays for some opera houses. Many stories and operas circulating among the people are mostly from his writings.

Therefore, theaters named Xie Anfang are common everywhere in the world.

"Brother Changfeng comes with me."

Xue'er didn't know where the courage came from, but she actually took Luo Changfeng's hand and ran towards the crowded Xie Anfang gate.

After squeezing into the attic, Xueer panted and realized the wide palm she was holding.

She quickly let go of Luo Changfeng's hand.

Then he lowered his head slightly ashamed.

The agile eyes were spinning.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Listening to the scene that was being staged in this theater, she suddenly remembered her purpose of coming here.

"Brother Changfeng is waiting for me here for a while."

After saying that, she walked around the crowd and headed towards the backstage of the theater.

Luo Changfeng, who has followed his father through many places since childhood, naturally heard of the name Xie An.

Looking at the scenes performed on the stage, it was the first opera "Shangxie" written by Xie An rumored.

The rumors that this story tells the story of a pair of infatuated men and women who love and kill each other in their destiny are composed by Xie An's experience of making people mess with his own fortune.

There is no taboo. The heroine of this story is called Chu Lian, and the hero of the hero is called Xie An.

Luo Changfeng waited in the crowd in front of the theater for a while. Although he was not in the mood to really watch the opera and listen to the music, but he knew that the plot and ending of the story also knew that it was time for the heroine to appear.

Amid the cheers and excitement, the heroine really appeared.

Luo Changfeng also subconsciously looked at the stage.

He didn't see any mistress, he saw Xueer.

A fresh-looking snow.

A shocking Xueer.

A Xueer who doesn't know what kind of words to use to describe the beauty of this time.

He believed that even if Li Xingyun, the nerd, read all the books from ancient times to the present, he could not find any words to describe this beautiful one.

Even the rumored Xie An did not have such writing skills.

Because this is not the scenery of the world.

Because no matter how perfect the pen is, it can only paint the scenery of the world.

Because he was already in love.

Because no matter how perfect the pen is, you can never remember the love in an instant.

Xueer on the stage was a little nervous.

This was the first time she was dancing in front of others.

The first time I was dancing for Brother Changfeng alone in front of the lively people.

The sound of piano gradually rose on the stage.

Xueer's dress was graceful.

There is a singer singing a song.

There is a lyrics murmured: "I want to know you, and my life will never fade..."