The middle-aged man who was splashing ink in front of the case paused, and then put the wolf down, a picture of visiting Mei in the snow is still a little close, and the painting is with Guanyin, "It must not be a good thing to rush over in such a hurry on a snowy day." Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The middle-aged man turned around, his thin face was bright, he looked at the rice paper on the case, was slightly dissatisfied, shook his head slightly, and then straightened up, raised his eyebrows, took the bag from the hands of the Chinese army, opened it and took a look, the original face was still calm and calm, and a murderous and self-authoritative commander was immediately revealed, naturally it was the commander of the Beiyang Naval Division, the second-class Hou Peng Yulin, his eyes showed suspicious anger, Crumpled the pieces of paper in his hands with both hands, "What a Wang Zhenchao!" This official underestimated him! Angry, he almost brought the pen wash down, he was angry, and he was about to explode, but when he thought of something, Peng Yulin's face immediately turned gloomy and decadent.

"Unexpected, or so?" Peng Yulin sighed, his originally straight body bent down, the piece of paper was clumped into a ball, and threw it into the furnace, the Chinese officer originally wanted to see the content inside, Peng Yulin did this, he didn't dare to ask more, Peng Yulin saw the look of the Chinese officer, "You don't have to ask, you will know tomorrow, you step down, please Mrs. Wei come over." ”

"Yes."

Peng Yulin turned around and looked at the plum blossom picture on the case, but he didn't put down the pen for a long time, and after a while, there were small footsteps behind him, and a cold and hearty female voice remembered, "Master." ”

Peng Yulin didn't turn around, just looked at the beauty on the picture, "Wei Lang, how long have you been following me?" ”

"Sir, what's wrong?" The female voice was slightly surprised, obviously not expecting Peng Yulin to ask this.

"It's been seven years." Peng Yulin asked and answered himself, and for a while he was inspired, picked up a crab claw, and nodded a few strokes at the plum blossom stamen, the plum blossom was already angry and proud, Peng Yulin nodded with satisfaction, put down the crab claw, turned his head, and looked at the woman who was a little confused, "Yes?" ”

"Yes," the woman who spoke seemed to be in her early forties, wearing a light gray shirt, her eyebrows were extremely beautiful, and she had a noble and inviolable meaning, but there was a gloomy color between her eyebrows, seeing Peng Yulin say this, her face was faint, and she nodded slightly, "When Jinling City was broken, the concubine fell into the rolling flood of the Yangtze River. The grace of the master, the concubine is really unrepayable. ”

"Needless to say," Peng Yulin looked at the woman in front of him, his expression was a little complicated, and there was guilt in his love, "Although I saved you, you are committed to me, speaking of which, I took advantage of the danger of others." Peng Yulin beckoned the woman to step forward and sit on the edge of the bookcase, "Come and see, Wei Lang, how about this picture of mine visiting Mei in the snow?" ”

The woman who was called Wei Lang looked at it carefully and nodded, "The master's brushwork is becoming more and more pure, and the red plums in the snow are like corals, which are vivid, but they do not change the color of the snow," the lady's eyes were full of tenderness, "Does the master still think about Aunt Mei?" ”

"I dreamed back a few times, only remembering plum blossoms." Peng Yulin was noncommittal, just said two lines of poetry, and looked at Mrs. Wei, "It's just, Wei Lang, the two of us have been together for so many years, but I didn't expect that you are actually Hong Xiuquan's sister, Hong Xuanjiao!" (To be continued.) )