At this moment, Haicheng has entered winter.

The young man was wrapped in a cyan cotton jacket and stood in the yard with a dazed look on his face.

No one paid him any attention.

The people hurried past, and he could hear the noise gradually rising outside the courtyard.

"Hey, why are you still here?" A maid stopped beside him, "Go back first, the eldest young master has no time for you today."

The young man did not leave. He looked up at the maid and asked seriously, "Why?"

The maid smiled: "It's quite a lot of control. I really take myself as a young grandmother."

The boy wasn't angry either, just stared at her.

His eyes are clear, like the clear sky, like a blue lake, so beautiful. The maid was stared at by him and unconsciously lowered her aura, she just said impatiently: "Fourth Master is in Haicheng today, and he will arrive at the mansion in a while. Everyone is busy, so how can I take care of you."

"Oh." The boy responded and asked again, "Where is your eldest young master? I want to send him something. I will leave after I do."

"What are you giving?" the maid asked.

The young man took out a chubby roasted sweet potato from his sleeve, wrapped in a layer of newspaper.

"Hot and fragrant," the boy said.

The maid reached out and took it: "Okay, I'll give it to the eldest young master in a while, you can go back quickly, don't make trouble here."

The young man responded in a low voice, turned around and stepped out of the threshold.

He walked down a small path and went straight to the back door. In the end, he ran into Cen Qingyuan, the eldest young master of the Cen family, before he could go far.

Cen Qingyuan is bowing his head and talking to the person next to him.

The young man stepped forward to walk in his direction, but was blocked by a few servants.

They said impatiently: "I'm busy, go as you go, go as you go!"

The teenager shouted in a low voice, "Cen Qingyuan."

Cen Qingyuan was wearing a long blue gown and had a handsome face. He heard the voice faintly, and turned to look at the boy.

But this look is somewhat cold.

The boy's steps paused, a little stunned.

Didn't Cen Qingyuan feel happy when he saw him?

Maybe really busy.

The teenager glanced at Cen Qingyuan one more time before turning around and slowly moving towards the back door.

Cen Qingyuan was talking to the others: "Cen Yao should be here soon, please let your aunt stay in the house and don't come out. I'll buy her a bracelet tomorrow. ... Why don't I drive to the city gate to pick it up?" The tone was joyful and excited. , and it seems to be mixed with a little fear.

The young man couldn't help muttering.

Cen Yao?

Is Cen Yao the "Fourth Master"?

do not know.

Only then did the boy quicken his steps and step out of the back door of Cen's house.

There is a dark alley outside the back door of Cen's house. Usually few people come here. The young man is a little afraid of the dark. In addition, the winter wind is blowing badly.

At this time, a train of trains walked slowly across the street, and the pedestrians on both sides unknowingly turned away when they saw it, with expressions of horror on their faces.

The boy couldn't help but stop and look.

is an army.

All of them carried guns on their shoulders, stood in the cart, their faces were majestic and suffocating.

At the front of the army is a small black car with a shiny surface that looks very stylish.

A pedestrian lowered his voice and quietly asked the person beside him, "Who's in the car?"

"Which warlord is calling?"

"You are stupid, if we call, can we still stand here?"

The teenager stretched his neck and glanced curiously.

There was a young man sitting in the car, who could see from the side that he was very handsome. He obviously didn't frown or show anger, but he was more frightening than the soldiers in the car.

The young man closed his eyes and didn't dare to look anymore. He hurriedly covered his chest and ran into Qian De Lane next to him.

The black car ran around Haicheng for more than half a circle.

The adjutant couldn't help but say, "Hey, it's hard to find this troupe..." Just as he finished speaking, the guard behind him said, "Look, that's not it!"

Cen Yao glanced over: "...stop."

Wang Weichu was inside.

He should be seventeen or eighteen at this time, even younger than the previous world.

The protagonist of this world is named Cen Qingyuan, the son of the Cen family's aunt, who is now in charge of the Cen family business. His ability is outstanding, and he will compose a story about the counterattack of the concubine.

And Wang Weichu was just a cannon fodder in this world.

He has been Cen Qingyuan's lover for ten years.

In the end, Cen Qingyuan moved overseas with his wealth and married a wife under the pressure of Master Cen, but Wang Weichu starved to death on a snowy day.

Cen Yao's breathing stagnated slightly before getting out of the car.

...

Chande Lane is an old alley, and the people living here are full of low-class people.

There is a Qian family opera troupe at the entrance of the alley, behind it is the dark and dirty Qiande Alley, and in front of the bright nobles.

When the boy entered the door, he was singing on the stage.

But the people in the audience listened vigorously, and from time to time they laughed.

The head teacher, who was wearing a black jacket, walked over slowly and asked the boy, "Why did you come back so early today?"

The boy replied, "There is something in the house."

The head teacher seemed to have heard some rumors and said in a daze: "The son born by the eldest wife in the main room is back?"

How could the young man know whose son he was, he nodded vaguely and slipped backstage.

"What am I singing today?" he asked.

The person inside turned around and said with a smile, "Little Kou'er is back, go and change your clothes and sing "The Peony Pavilion"."

The boy is called "Little Buckle".

He doesn't have a proper name because his parents didn't give him one.

But Xiao Kou'er didn't care, it would be nice to have a name. There was a beggar at the entrance of the alley, and he didn't even have a name.

He quickly changed his clothes and sat there again, applying makeup to himself. When the whole face became dark and colorful, he stood up and went to line up behind the curtain.

At this time, a group of people in military uniforms with guns around their waists walked through the door quickly.

Not to mention that he was the head of the class, even the guests in the audience were taken aback, and they moved away unconsciously, not daring to let out the air.

"What are you doing? Clear the land and give it to our young marshal."

The class leader's legs were weak, and he quickly greeted the people below to clear the tables, chairs and benches. And those guests also wisely gave up the best position in the middle.

Cen Yao then slowly stepped forward and took his seat.

The class leader glanced at him, only to feel that this person was really young, only twenty-two, tall and straight, wearing a black military uniform, with a red badge on his chest, which was very eye-catching.

The class leader personally served tea and snacks, and presented the program list, and asked in a trembling voice, "What drama are you listening to? This is the list for you."

"Peony Pavilion." Cen Yao opened his lips, his voice cold.

The class leader quickly waved back the people on the stage.

The little button was pushed out by surprise.

He murmured in a low voice, "Isn't it endless?"

When he turned his head, he saw the people sitting under the stage at a glance.

A group of seven people, all dressed in military uniforms.

They sat in the middle, and no one dared to approach them around.

Not angry.

And the one at the head...isn't that the man sitting in that car?

Seeing his face now, his eyes are like lacquer, his eyebrows fly into his temples, and his appearance is even more handsome.

The military uniform on his body looked a few degrees better than others, tall and sharp.

It's just that this person's brows and eyes are so cold, and he has a noble and suffocating aura...

The man stared at him silently.

The eyes are cold and obscure.

Xiao Kou'er was a little scared, and he didn't know why, but he always felt that the man was going to eat him.

At this time a gong sounded.

Only then did Xiao Kou'er gain momentum: "If you don't have a garden, how can you know what spring will look like..."

Cen's mansion.

A girl turned her head and said with a smile, "Yun'er, what are you holding in your hand?"

Yun'er looked down and frowned, "I'm so dizzy, why am I still holding this thing." After speaking, she turned her head and threw the roasted sweet potato away.

A servant passed by and stepped on it.

The roasted sweet potato was so fragrant and soft that it rotted when you stepped on it.

The young servant's face grew long: "Sister Yun, you are throwing it all over again because of the eldest young master's favor! Haven't cleaned it up yet? Be careful that the eldest young master has peeled off your skin."

Yun'er changed her face and said quickly, "I just picked it up and thrown it out, I didn't see you just now."

Only then did the little servant show a smile, joking with Yuner and walking away.

It was getting late in the blink of an eye.

The Cen family was sitting in the hall, and Master Cen said displeased, "Why haven't the people arrived yet?"

Cen Qingyuan got up and said, "I'll pick you up at the gate of the city."

Master Cen nodded hesitantly.

Cen Qingyuan immediately wrapped a thicker jacket, then stepped out of the mansion gate and drove to the city gate in person.

It's just that he waited for the snow at the gate of the city, and he didn't wait for Cen Yao's figure.