One year passed by the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brought warmth to the slaughter of the summer.

The sun is that the new peaches are always replaced with old charms.

After the New Year, Chen Ao had no time to have free time. He visited a few classmates and went with Zhou Heng to meet with a few elders who were usually good at the Duke's Mansion. Naturally, he had to go to Chen Ji to submit a few articles. The art exam is about to be done, and practicing calligraphy and painting is also an indispensable homework. There are also those in the Sui Yashan House, and sometimes they go for a walk.

During this busy period, Chen Ao suddenly realized that he had transformed into Chen Ao of the Song Dynasty and had nothing to do with the infamous artistic thief in later generations. When he walked out and saw those smiling faces and greetings, Chen Ao discovered his existence. He had already been in prison, Chen Ao, the nephew of the Duke's wife, and a talented man in Bianjing.

The past is gradually forgotten, which makes Chen Ao cherish the present moment even more.

The matter of the flower garden must also start. Chen Ao really couldn't get away from it, so he could only take the opportunity to create more momentum. He asked Lu Zhizhang to write a few stories about foreign countries, which meant that some foreign styles were far away from the deep ocean. This story was both novel and subtle, and could be used to make a lot of momentum for the flower garden's next move.

In the mansion, Chen Ao was the most popular. He paid a lot of money from Sui Yashan House. In the mansion, both the head and the chefs all gave them a red envelope. There was no custom of red envelopes in this era. Chen Ao was a pioneer and made everyone grateful.

During this period, Yang Jian came. The old eunuch was not annoying. Chen Ao had already had a very familiar relationship with him. Chen Ao thanked Yang Jian for signing up for him. Then the two discussed the matter of planting a flower shop. In fact, most of the time, Chen Ao comforted him and taught him not to worry about the current situation of planting a flower shop. He had already had a complete solution.

It is worth mentioning that the little princess came to the Duke's Mansion diligently. Since she learned that Chen Ao was a painter in the Duke's Mansion, she was a little restrained, and Chen Ao seemed to have changed her other person in Zhao Ziheng's eyes. She looked at Chen Ao differently. She repeatedly tried to learn some painting skills, and once she even brought Chen Ao to Kung Fu to play.

Chen Ao had no intention of any evil intentions towards the little princess. But when he heard that there were cranes in the royal palace, he wanted to go and see them. Chen Ao was a little nervous at first, but later he let go and entered the back garden. He ran into the princess. When the princess saw him, she didn't say anything. She just asked him about his wife with a smile, and then took him away from the person.

Zhao Ziheng led Chen Ao to see the crane. The cranes were indeed elegant and floating, spreading their wings to fly, and their voices were indecisive.

"I'll get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Mr. Chen, please draw quickly..."

Chen Ao then understood Zhao Ziheng's true purpose and was puzzled for a moment.

After coming out of the palace, Chen Ao realized that he had been exploited severely. In just three hours, he was forced to draw two paintings by this dead girl. Huaer was naturally searched by the little girl, but Chen Ao was sent out. Looking at the heavy snow like goose feathers in the sky, it suddenly fell and drifted on his head and feet. Chen Ao shook his boots and smiled bitterly in his heart. This young master was still not shameless enough, but actually said to a little girl.

The streets were deserted and wandering in the snow, which made the deserted streets gradually become familiar, making Chen Ao forget the bright lights and wine of his previous life. The cold wind blew, which made Chen Ao shudder and murmured in a low voice: "When you leave, pull your clothes, ask your enemies when you will return? You will just wait for peach blossoms and peach blossoms to bloom. A glass of wine is handed to your heart and soul, kneeling in front of you, and before leaving, he instructed a thousand times: When you meet a bridge, you must put your saddle in the first place, and don't fight for the first place when you transition..."

As we sang songs, we walked happily, and firecrackers occasionally came out in the distance. We met several pedestrians, because it was a festival, they all blew each other and told each other that they had a new year of peace. Along the way, heavy snow blew, making Chen Ao's face turn red.

After turning a corner of the street, Chen Ao thought to himself that this place is not far from Lord Tang’s courtyard. Should I go and visit? He was wandering. A man came from behind with an oil umbrella in the distance and shouted hesitantly: "Young Master Chen."

Chen Ao looked back and said, under the oil umbrella, the man had a very kind face. If he was closer, he finally remembered who it was. It turned out to be Miss Tang: "Hello Miss Tang."

Miss Tang slowly approached with an oil umbrella in one hand and a food box in the other. Miss Tang looked beautiful and had a white and greasy complexion. Not to mention that there was such a beauty in the north, even in Jiangnan. She was wearing a green brocade fur coat, which was very bright in color, but under her light, the brightest brocade seemed to be dark and colorless. In the wind and snow, she was quite weak. She didn't know whether her cheeks were a little red by the ice and snow, or whether she met the pretty redness produced by Chen Ao.

"Where is Miss Tang going?"

Tang Moer said angrily: "For such wind and snow, I don't even bring a straw raincoat or oil umbrella. Are you afraid of the cold? My father went to the Imperial College to serve in the Imperial College today, and I just went to deliver some food to him."

It turned out that the Imperial College had to be on duty even during the holidays. Chen Ao laughed and said, "It's very hard work for me, and it has also implicated Miss Tang." He sighed in his heart. If it were someone else, he would be a little headmaster. I'm afraid there would be a girl from the mansion to deliver food. At worst, he could go to the restaurant next to order some food and eat it. This Lord Tang is really poor.

Tang Moer said angrily: "When the umbrella comes down, don't get caught in the cold. My father was very happy to hear that you have applied for the art exam and said that you want to make a comeback for the Imperial College."

Chen Ao obediently hid in the oil umbrella. The two of them had an indescribable ambiguous relationship. Miss Tang seemed older, but she had a dignified and mature beauty. Her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, but she didn't look embarrassed. She didn't know that it was her cold red face that covered her shyness.

Beside Tang Moer, Chen Ao seemed to have become a little brother, and sighed in his heart that he developed a little slowly, why did he look not as tall as Tang Moer? This comparison made me feel a little guilty. Tang Moer was not short at first, and was considered a type of chicken among women. It was at least 1.68 meters under the eyes. With his hair tied up and sweat, Chen Ao's body of a meter of 70 meters seemed a little embarrassed.

"God, let me develop a second time." I prayed silently in my heart and walked along with Tang Moer.

Tang Moer said: "What song were you singing just now?"

"Hmm?" Chen Ao came back to his senses and suddenly remembered that he had indeed sang the song just now, but when he sang it, it seemed that a lot of time had passed. He thought to himself: "Maybe Miss Tang always followed her and did not pluck up the courage to call me?" He smiled and said, "This song is called Luo Jianghen, it sounds very nice. Should Sister Moer listen to it?"

He is a man of good taste and just now he was called Miss Tang. Now they are living under an umbrella, so they have changed their name and called Sister Moer.

Tang Moer said: "The song is a bit desolate. It's better not to sing it for the New Year."

Chen Ao laughed and said, "Yes, I almost forgot that it is indeed inappropriate to sing this song during the Chinese New Year."

Tang Mo'er pursed her lips, but fell into silence with Chen Ao again. On the deserted street, the two of them were walking together in a small piece of world, which seemed to be a little couple. Chen Ao suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Mo'er, what are you thinking now?"

Tang Moer bit her lip and said, "I was thinking, in such heavy snow, there was a fool singing songs in the snow in the snow."

The fool sang the song? Chen Ao was ashamed, as if he was alluding to me. He quickly smiled and said, "Sister Moer knows what I am thinking?"

Seeing him smiling strangely, Tang Moer shook her head and said, "I don't want to know."

She didn't listen, Chen Ao insisted on saying, "I was thinking, in such a heavy snow, a fool was singing a song in the snow, but behind her was a graceful lady who was holding an oil umbrella and following her. Such a scene was so poetic. When I returned to my house, I would draw it and frame it in my bedroom."

Tang Moer said in a angrily manner: "You are talking nonsense, who follows the fool?"

Chen Ao just smiled and looked at Tang Moer's red cheeks seriously and said, "Sister Moer, you are so beautiful, especially in this snow, you are like a fairy who is out of the world."

Tang Mo'er couldn't speak anymore and said with a slightly panic look: "My house is coming, do you want to go and sit there?"

Chen Ao looked into the distance and found that not far away, the Tang family's courtyard showed its outline, which seemed very quiet in the wind and snow.

Tang Moer frowned and said, "I don't know what guests came today."

Chen Ao listened to her and looked closely. Two carriages and a sedan chair were parked at the entrance of the courtyard, with snow covering the roof and sedan chair. It was obvious that there were quite a lot of them coming.

The two of them passed by. Tang Moer opened the courtyard door and heard a voice in the small hall where the wing room was renovated, saying, "Miss Tang is not young, and we, Mrs. Zhao, are not married either. These two are naturally a perfect match. What else is there to be in this marriage? Mrs. Tang, please listen to me. Mrs. Zhao knows the family background of Mrs. Zhao. What is there to be dissatisfied with Mrs. Tang? Besides, Ms. Tang is arrogant and talented, but Mrs. Zhao is not bad, and her talent is also top-notch. Madam, as long as you nod, we will prepare the bride price and will never insult Mrs. Tang."

Then Mrs. Tang's slightly moved voice: "I have nothing to say about this matter, but I still need to discuss it with Lord Tang and the little girl."

The matchmaker-like man was still talking. Tang Mo'er's face was already dazed, and even the food box was almost unable to get on. She quickly walked into the house and called out: "Mom, I'm back." This voice tried her best to suppress her excitement.
Chapter completed!