Lan Jue stopped and turned around. Yun Tang had already walked over the floating bridge. A purple color swept into the edge of his sight. Lan Jue was shocked. It was King Huai standing next to the corridor column, looking at this place.

Lan Jue was about to pretend to remember something and chase after him to ask the Grand Tutor, but King Huai had already walked down the corridor and walked towards Yun Tang with a smile, but he seemed to have not noticed Lan Jue turned around.

Lan Jue turned back silently and continued to move forward.

Even if Deng Xu could even tie the sect, there would still be some things, and it would be impossible for him to understand for a while.

Alas, this is no longer involved in old friends and is no longer related.

Don’t wading through the muddy waters, just take care of yourself.

In the evening, Lan Jue left the Ministry of Rites as usual and ordered a car of sedan chairs to be accompanied by the staff, changed out of his official uniform, and carried only two or three followers to the south of the city.

It was almost dark, and many houses next to the road were as old as before, and the cold was filled with the sweet fragrance of fried chestnuts.

Lan Jue slightly carried the curtain of the sedan chair. In the thick twilight, he seemed to see himself a few years ago, holding a pack of candy and fried chestnuts in his sleeve, standing by the roadside.

The dim lights cannot shine on the road ahead, and the chestnuts turn cold in their sleeves, and no one will come.

"Pezhi, where have you been, let me find it easy."

If you don’t look at it, don’t think so, and you will take it as if it’s not the case. If you stand like this day, it’s impossible for the person to come again.

One day, I must let go of the chestnuts in my sleeves and walk back to the street.

One day, you must tell yourself clearly that the man is dead and it is impossible to see him again.

And he had to follow the crowds, in the lights of the world, continue to move step by step and continue to yearn for the future.

Lan Jue was about to put down the curtain when he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

He tapped the wall panel and let the driver walk slowly and looked carefully. It was indeed Zhang Ping, sitting alone behind a wooden table by the side of the road, lowering his eyes to a bowl, and slowly chewing with a noodles in his mouth.

Lan Jue couldn't help laughing.

Chen Chou broke off friendship with Zhang Ping at Dali Temple, and he had heard of it.

He is young after all.

It is necessary to be true and clear in everything.

If it were in the past, what would you do?

In the snow, the boy walking to the front of the stall.

Clear eyes and clear smile under the umbrella.

"Brother Tai's handwriting is so beautiful, did you also write this poem?"

It seems accidental, but it is intentional.

Lan Jue ordered the coachman to stop, get out of the car and walk towards the stall.

A young man rubbed his hands and met: "What do you want to eat?"

Lan Jue sat down opposite Zhang Ping: "What noodles should I eat?"

Zhang Ping looked at Lan Jue with his face in his mouth. It was the first time that Lan Jue saw him so stunned and couldn't help laughing again.

The young man said enthusiastically: "This guest eats mutton soup noodles, so I will also give you a bowl?"

Lan Jue nodded: "Give me a bowl."

Zhang Ping chewed the surface in his mouth and slowly opened his mouth: "Big..."

Lan Jue cut off the words he was about to spit: "When I'm here, just eat noodles, no need for nonsense."

It's all right if you meet it. No matter whether he or she is intentional or not, why it arises.
Chapter completed!