On the day when it was snowing heavily, she also ran over from the street and threw herself into his arms. At that time... At that time... it seemed so simple and clear forever...

He thought...

Ming Xiluo suddenly turned around and stepped across Wangcheng Bridge. He had been his past alone. She didn't want to remember it at all. Even if he remembered it, it was beyond recognition. Why should she trample on it again?

But why can't everything you see be her selfish desires, her rampantness, and her indifference! If that were the case today, wouldn't there be so many thoughts that would be difficult to calm down! The heartache that can't stop!

Chang'an hurriedly turned around.

I have no chance, so why regret it!

On the other side, Di An turned to Ah Niang in confusion: "Mom, it seems... it is Uncle Ming?" Aunt Jing said, and when she saw Uncle Ming, she wanted to say hello.

"Did you see it wrong?"

Lin Wujing has turned around, but he has not seen anyone: "Madam?"

Xiang Xinci didn't look back: "Hurry up, I can't make lunch."

"yes."

Mingxiluo walked a long way before he stopped unconsciously, and his hands instantly supported the pillars set up by the store, supporting himself who was almost split.

Chang'an was so anxious that he didn't dare to step forward: "Big...sir..."

"Customer! Please give me a bowl of mutton soup? We are all slaughtered and slaughtered. They are very fresh and the soup ingredients are delicious. We have been eaten objectively once and want to eat them a second time."

Upon hearing this, Ming Xiluo sat down weakly, and did not even go in. He just sat down in the shed outside, lowering his head slightly, and his voice was deep: "Get a bowl."

The waiter saw that the guests were outside on a cold day, but it was not surprising that there were many people eating outside here: "Okay, come soon."

Chang'an stood anxiously behind his master. Is it okay? Look... it looks okay, it should be okay, after all that day...

The steaming mutton soup was quickly brought up, and a small plate of green and lovely green onions, coriander: "Ce-kun, are you here for a cake? The pancake roll sauce in the shop is also a big special-"

Chang'an felt annoyed: "Go, go."

"Okay, please wait."

Ming Xiluo's thoughts didn't know where they fell.

Chang'an waited for a long time but didn't see his master playing with chopsticks. Why... Chang'an stood by silently, not talking too much.

The big cakes were also served. The hot big cakes exuded a scent in the cold wind of early winter. The secret sauce made everyone's index fingers move.

But the people at the table seemed to have no sense of anything, their sense of taste failed, and they sat quietly.

After a while, the store was filled with people, and some people sat outside one after another. The stall suddenly became noisy, with various languages ​​and various types of jobs, and there were countless talks.

There was only Chang'an, standing suddenly at the four-person table with only one person sitting, which frequently attracted people's attention.

Song Chongxuan got off the yamen and rushed home. At his level, he didn't have any extra money to buy a car. He just felt that he was close to home, so there was no need for these extra expenses. He could save some money. It was just that it snowed yesterday and the weather was cold and the ground was frozen. Even if he had thick skin and flesh, he had to go faster.

As he walked, Song Chongxuan suddenly stopped and looked at the two people who were suddenly stuck in Rongji mutton soup tube. He was almost moved to the flat road. Ming... No, the emperor!

Song Chongxuan thought he was dazzled, so he quickly rubbed his eyes, and after confirming it, he found that it was indeed Lord Ming. He immediately looked around nervously and found that there was not a single guard, so he left the palace by himself?

Song Chongxuan's official position was low and he could not pay homage to the emperor early. Except for the last time Mingxiluo left, he followed him to send him off. They had not been in many cases over the years, and he thought he would rather not...

Song Chongxuan was about to leave, but he realized that Lord Ming had seen him. Song Chongxuan gritted his teeth and smiled. The brother who had made jokes in the past became the noble emperor, and he...

Song Xuan could only bite his teeth and move forward: "Sheng...See Lord Ming."

Ming Xiluo's expression seemed to have returned to normal, and a gentle smile appeared on his serious face, but it was like jade, just like the beginning: "Sit."

Song Chongxuan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed like he was back when the two of them worked together, often having dinner together and chatting. At that time, there seemed to be endless revenge. Lord Ming was the most outstanding among them, which made many children of aristocratic families look at each other with admiration and had a bright future, and was highly valued by the Marquis.

But it was different after all. Song Chongxuan sat down respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Ming."

"Just just left the yamen."

Chang'an immediately said, "Waiter, here is another bowl of mutton soup."

"...Yes." Song Chongxuan looked at Chang'an with a restrained look: "Sir, please let him sit down. He is standing here, and you are watching... what about you." It's so eye-catching.

Mingxiluo looked at Chang'an.

Chang'an immediately took his seat and thought to himself that he should be the emperor's old acquaintance. Few people knew about the emperor's affairs when he was young, and even did not use Changsui from childhood to adulthood. All the people served were monks halfway, and no one could understand the emperor's temper.

Chang'an couldn't help but be even more polite to this person.

Song Chongxuan dared not.

Mingxiluo saw his friend's nervousness and greeted him kindly.

After a few words, Song Chongxuan felt the pleasure of drinking soup with his brothers. The trivial matters of the Ministry of Revenue and the intrigue between colleagues, the slander of the head Shangguan who had been vilified countless times by them. Now it seems that there is no barrier to speak, and he is very verbal.

When Song Chongxuan came back to his senses, a bowl of mutton soup had already been eaten and he ate the cake. He was shocked to realize that the emperor was not in the Ministry of Revenue, so how could he know it clearly?

Ming Xiluo looked natural: "After working together for a long time, I can guess his reaction."

"Yes, that old man is simply." After saying that, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth, as if... the cake was almost finished by his own food. The emperor... the emperor had not moved his chopsticks yet: "Sir, eat, eat."

"I'm not hungry. I'm not hungry after eating. I smell the smell here and sit there."

In this way, Song Chongxuan suddenly felt that he was familiar and unfamiliar. His shadow was still there, but it was different. He just said: "Sir, didn't bring the guards."

"It's just a walk out, there's no need. Have you disturbed you going back to have a meal?"

"No, I won't go back to my house and have a peaceful time." After saying that, I realized that the emperor had not yet married.

Mingxiluo didn't care and pushed the mutton soup in front of him to him.

Song Xuan couldn't help but remember the relentless pursuit of Miss Tao for him. At that time, Mingxiluo was the most glorious among them. Even the daughter of the Yang family in the southwest only talked to him. But who would have thought that such a popular emperor had not been married yet, so it would be inappropriate to mention family matters: "This mutton soup is really delicious."
Chapter completed!