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The snow finally stopped, and several slaves in the backyard of the Junhou Mansion were cleaning the snow while chatting in low voices.

"Last night, the second master came home drunk and beat the young master. I heard the young master crying. It was so miserable."

"Which young master?"

"Which one else could it be, that disaster star..."

Everyone sighed, this little young master is really pitiful, it is said that he was born in the Junhou Mansion, and he is the youngest child of the second master, so he should have a rich life.But since the young master was born, there was a penetrating dark stripe birthmark on the palm of his left hand, as if the palm had been severed by someone, looking penetrating.

The second master asked a fortune-teller to look at it, and said that this palm print was unlucky, and it looked like he would lose his fortune. From then on, the second master did not like this youngest son born out of concubine.

When the old master heard about this, he came to see the young master, and specially named him "Chun", which means longevity.

The second master is a well-known naughty and disobedient in Xianyang City. He gambles and drinks all day long. As long as he loses money from gambling, he will vent his anger on his youngest son and say that the disaster star has harmed him.

If it weren't for the protection of the old man, Young Master Chun would have died a long time ago.

This young master Chun was well-behaved and sensible since he was a child, and he was deeply loved by the old man, which also attracted a lot of envy and jealousy, because there are so many children in the grandchildren, the old man only named him, and he was born from a concubine, which is too conspicuous.

The slaves were gossiping when they suddenly felt a chill in their backs. When they looked back, the old man was standing behind him.

Everyone knelt down in a row and paid their respects to the old man.

The old man has white hair and pale face. He has maintained a ruddy complexion during his military service all year round. His eyes are like torches. Anyone who looks at him will be frightened.

"You said Ah Er is back?" the old man asked.

The slave kowtowed and replied: "Second Master came back last night, and I heard that Second Master beat Young Master Chun last night."

The old man let out a "hum" from his nose, and walked straight to the wing.

The slaves secretly stretched out their ears to inquire about the movement, and they all knew that the second master would definitely be punished. As long as the second master went out to spend time and drink and was caught by the old man, he would definitely make a fuss.

The door of the wing was kicked open, and the room was full of alcohol.

The second master passed out drunk on the bed, and there was a five-year-old boy kneeling beside the bed. After kneeling all night, he was beaten again, and the boy shivered from the cold.

Seeing this scene, the old man took off the soft whip around his waist and beat the person on the bed without saying a word.

The second master woke up in shock, screaming and hiding: "Father, stop beating, it hurts!"

The old man's voice was loud, and he cursed loudly: "Nizi, you have achieved nothing in your 30s. You spend your days drinking and drinking, betting on cockfights, harming others outside, and even beat your son when you get home. I will beat you to death today."

The second master dodged left and right, but the whip still did not fall, and they were all drawn. There was nothing he could do except cry bitterly and beg for mercy.

Born in martial arts, coupled with years of fighting, the old man was extremely powerful, and he swung heavy hands, beating people to death, causing a lot of restlessness for a while.

Young Master Chun, who was kneeling next to him, hurried to pull: "Grandpa calm down, don't hit daddy."

The old man said angrily: "The old man has been glorious all his life, but you are a rebellious son. It's really unfortunate for the family..."

The anger hurt his body so much, the old man stopped after being persuaded by the little boy and whipped a few more times.

"Your father is a fool, let's go to school with grandpa." After saying that, he picked up the boy and walked out of the room.

Xiaotong nestled in Grandpa's arms and said softly: "Okay, go to school." The little boy's face was flushed, and he had a fever from the cold after kneeling all night.

Seeing this, the old man ordered a doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment.

……

The old man was in the room listening to his colleagues report on the battle ahead. Wang Lu was attacked by the coalition forces of Zhao, Chu, Wei and the three countries, and he was defeated.

"Hahaha..." The old man laughed and said, "If you don't listen to me, how are you doing now?"

The colleague talked some more, and they got up to leave after chatting in the room.

The old man was in a very good mood. He stepped on the snow and walked to the courtyard, enjoying the snow scenery along the way, and unexpectedly walked to the study in the backyard.

From the study room came the singing of children: "Yangchun, take everything to know spring, and the meaning of gentle wind; Baixue, take the awe-inspiring cleanness, the sound of snowy bamboos..."

The old man listened for a while, then opened the door and went in.

The children stood up one after another to salute.

"Grandpa, please sit down."

The old man with a golden knife sat on the top and asked: "For "Yangchun" and "Bai Xue", there are only dozens of people who belong to the middle school. "Xia Li" and "Ba Ren" belong to the middle school and are harmonious There are thousands of people...how do the children understand?"

Young masters, big and small, came forward and said: "There are thousands of people who can sing 'Xialiba people' all over the country. When they sing 'Yanga Xielu', only a few hundred people can sing. When they sing 'Yangchun Baixue', there are only dozens of people in the whole country. People can sing. When it comes to 'Inviting merchants to engrave feathers, mixed with exiles', there are no more than three people in the whole country who can sing. This is because the song is high and few."

The old man nodded and asked again: "Then what is the difference between 'Yangchun Baixue' and 'Xiliba people'?"

The young master answered confidently: "Naturally, there is a difference between elegance and vulgarity. Birds have phoenixes and fishes have kuns. They are comparable to ordinary things."

The old man smiled and nodded without saying a word.

Young Master Chun who was sitting on the side stepped forward and bowed to the old man, "Grandpa, my grandson has a different opinion."

The old man told him to talk about it.

Young Master Chun said: "There is no such thing as sunny spring and white snow in the world, we are all from Lower Liba."

As soon as this remark came out, all the children talked about it, and they all said that he was talking nonsense.

The young masters argued: "Young brother is nonsense. I don't know who is Yangchun Baixue among others, but I know that grandpa is Yangchun Baixue. My grandpa has long been an extremely powerful minister. Now looking at the Great Qin, who else would dare Self-proclaimed Yangchun Baixue, the rest are just lower Liba people. I, Wu'an Lord Marquis Mansion, is very honorable."

Everyone, including the teacher, praised the young master's words as correct.

Young Master Chun shook his head and said: "So what if you are a minister, it's just a matter of a moment."

This remark caused everyone to sigh.

The old man feigned anger: "Ignorant child, you should be punished!"

Young Master Chun consciously stretched out his little hand.

"If grandpa wants to punish him, he should hit the palm of his hand."

The old man looked at the vertical and horizontal crimson birthmark on the palm of his left hand, remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Show it, a maverick, whose thoughts and actions are incomprehensible."

Yan Bi got up and walked out of the wing.

All the children gathered around, all envious.

"Young brother is favored, and he has never been punished for contradicting grandpa."

Young Master Chun touched his palm prints, said nothing, neither looked at his wife nor at his brothers, his eyes only followed the back of the old man as he gradually drifted away.

……

The blizzard has been falling for several days, and the snow on the street is waist deep.

Qin Gong is here.

A palace official came to the front hall of Marquis Wu'an's mansion, and the old man led all his family members to greet him.

The palace people announced loudly.

"The King of Qin issued an edict, Lord Wu'an Baiqi, stubborn, rebellious, stubborn like a scalper, now seizing the official position, cutting the rank, bestowing—death—"

Everyone knelt down and cried when they heard the words...

The old man was silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally said slowly: "I started as a commoner, fought in the battlefield for decades, and never lost a battle. What heinous crime did I commit? How did I end up like this?"

Bai Qi was silent for a long time, and sighed: "I deserved to die. In the Battle of Changping, 40 people in Zhao State surrendered. I tricked them, deceived them, and killed them all. This is enough for a capital crime."

After finishing speaking, Bai Qi pulled out the black iron hairpin from his hair, and stabbed at his heart, blood gushed out...

Everyone was shocked and wept bitterly...

The palace people continued to read.

"The king of Qin ordered that after Bai Qi died, his family would be buried with cinnabar, and his subordinates would be hanged to die for the Lord. After that, fuck—family—"

Bai Qi fell into a pool of blood, watching his family members crying loudly and panicking, some were howling, some were screaming, some were on the verge of madness...

A five-year-old child rushed out of the chaotic crowd.

With no tears in his eyes and no panic on his face, the little boy ran over and hugged his head, smoothing his white hair and pale face.

"Grandpa, I'm Tsubaki..."

He nodded slightly to show he knew.

Tsubaki's cheek was pressed against his forehead, and her lips kissed his white hair.

"I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month, and the same day. In the next life, we start over."

Bai Qi was on the verge of dying, his whole body convulsed, and it was difficult to speak.

"You have your own...Road to the Underworld...I killed too many lives...go to hell after death...never...reincarnation..."

After finishing speaking, let go...

Everyone wailed loudly, and this ups and downs interpreted the grief in the world...

Chun took the cinnabar from the palace man and muttered to himself: "In the next life, I will find you...whether you are rich or poor, high or low, even if you are a slave or handmaid, a cow or a horse...I will follow you... "Yan Biyan drank his head in one gulp...

Then pour the cup...

down...

shoot……

The cycle of time gears repeats, and another wealthy family that was once extremely glorious has come to an end.

***End***

The cat lady is super lazy, especially lazy to choose a name. Except for the main character, the names of the supporting characters are all out of character. A, B, C, D or numbers are used instead. I hope you can understand.

In fact, Mrs. Mao wrote an article "Female Man and Migrant Worker". The name of the first male migrant worker is also the name of a trickster. How lazy is this `(*∩_∩*)'...

Xueyang Chunbai was originally planned to be a male and female character, but the encounter of the protagonist is really not suitable for the heroine, unless it is a time-traveling woman. This article is based on the official history structure, and with the time-traveling line, it will deviate from the original intention of writing the article.

I'm thinking about writing Yangchun Baixue II, should I continue to write about male and female?Or male and female?Parents are welcome to leave a message under Jinjiang's "Avalanche" work, or leave a message on Weibo; Weibo account

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