Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

Months have passed since the two quarreled that day.The season has turned to winter again, in this snowy day.

Song Nanchu wrapped herself tightly in the fox fur coat, carefully stroking the soft fur on the coat with her fingers, feeling a complex emotion in her heart, an indescribable bitterness.

He stood up, folded the letter paper he had written just now, put the paper into the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's feet, and then let the pigeon fly.

These actions were done in one go, but Su Yu saw them in his eyes and remembered them in his heart.He has been guarding this lord for several months.On that day, he was suddenly summoned to Gu Zhiyuan and received this task again.

Su Yu was shocked when he first received this task, and he knelt down to accept the order after being stunned for a moment.

He is a simple person, no matter how dark things come into contact with, he is nothing more than killing someone, and he has never said that it is his turn to do any intrigue.Simple stalking, simple killing, simple life, he even lived a simpler and simpler life than Shen Yuan, and there were no other things to think about or consider.

Maybe, he still needs to think about life and death, but he has already ignored it, so why worry?

Therefore, he didn't understand, back and forth intermittently, what kind of life this lord and that majesty lived.

Naturally, he didn't have to understand.

"My lord, carrier pigeon." The maid caught the plump white pigeon flying from afar, took the letter from her feet, and handed it to Zuo Xing, who was practicing Tai Chi to preserve his health.

There were a lot of densely written letters in the letter, most of which were about the Lian family.

In just half a cup of tea, Zuo Xing had already read all the information, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face.He was over sixty years old, and the skin on his face had already drooped. When he smiled, the expression on his entire face looked very sinister, even a little chilling.

"Lianjia, that's all." Zuo Xing rubbed the letter paper, and his praise for Song Nanchu went up another level in his heart.

Your Highness deserves to be His Highness.

Thinking of this, he turned around and went back to the room to prepare paper and pen, and wrote a reply letter.

The letter did not fall into Song Nanchu's hands in the end, and was intercepted by Su Yu and sent to Gu Zhiyuan.

It is not the first time for Gu Zhiyuan to intercept a letter, so he naturally understands how to return to the original position after intercepting a letter.He read every letter between Song Nanchu and Zuo Xing verbatim, and sometimes he even had to read it carefully several times, carefully appreciating Song Nanchu's mood when he wrote the letter and when he received the reply.

In fact, these are useless, Gu Zhiyuan understands that people are different after all.

He deftly opened the letter and read it carefully.

In fact, there are only two sentences, one is "Your Highness is worthy of being Your Highness" and the other is "You can fool that little Gu family emperor so much".

Gu Zhiyuan read those two sentences over and over again, feeling like a basin of cold water poured down his head every time he read them, making him cold from head to toe.

From morning to evening, he was still reading those two sentences, and finally fell down on the desk.At the moment before he fell into a coma, his mind was a little confused, Song Nanchu's face loomed in his mind, and finally turned into the face of ten-year-old Li Gejing...

After not receiving a reply within a day, Song Nanchu put down the brush in his hand, took a hand warmer and went out.

The maid who served her personally took an umbrella and chased him out: "My lord, it's snowing."

Song Nanchu didn't know it was snowing until he left the house, and the fluttering wasn't too big, no wonder he didn't know.

"Yeah, it's time to snow." Song Nanchu's voice was very soft. When he said this, he felt white air rising and dissipating from his lips, but he couldn't hear the sound.

The handmaid was holding the umbrella and her hands were red from the cold. She really wanted to ask what the lord had said, but she still didn't ask.To be a maid, naturally one must keep silent.

Song Nanchu was not in a hurry, and stood in the yard with the stove in his hand, just as if he was admiring the sunset.

It's also strange, who will appreciate the sunset in this snowy winter?

"You go back now." Song Nanchu pursed his lips. His lips were quite dry because he hadn't drank water for a long time, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it before continuing, "It's not snowy, wait until it's big." Come again, I'll just... wait a little longer."

"My lord..." The maid looked at Song Nanchu, and boldly asked, "What are you waiting for, my lord?"

Song Nanchu looked at the completely dark sky in the distance, and felt a chill in his heart: "I'm waiting for someone, maybe, I can't wait."

"Did that man promise to come?" Seeing that Song Nanchu was not angry, the maid asked cautiously.

"...No." Song Nanchu suddenly smiled, but the smile was bleak on his lips, "Yeah, he never promised that he would come."

The maid didn't know how to continue the conversation, and then remembered that Song Nanchu was sending her back, so she put on an umbrella and bent down to retreat, never thinking that Song Nanchu would leave first.

Strange and strange, she seemed to understand something, but she didn't seem to understand it very thoroughly.

This was the first snow this year, Shen Yuan had just had dinner with Old General Yi and was walking back, but he was stopped by the butler just after going out a few steps.

"General Shen walked so fast?" The butler held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, with a smile on his face, "It's snowing outside, so walk with an umbrella to prevent the snow from falling on your shoulders and catching a cold."

Shen Yuan took the umbrella, her nose turned red, and she smiled: "Why didn't the butler grandpa bring the coir raincoat?"

After receiving these words, the housekeeper naturally understood that Shen Yuan was thinking about the heavy snow day three years ago, so he couldn't help grinning and showing his aging teeth: "General Shen has a good memory, but the time is different from today, today is snow. Small, you can cover it up with an umbrella."

Different times than today, indeed.

"I'm leaving first, don't send the butler grandpa." Shen Yuan waved his hand, not intending to continue the conversation, turned around and disappeared into the snow scene.

The butler watched Shen Yuan leave, and sighed softly, with helplessness in his brows.

"What are you doing?" Old General Yi stood behind the butler holding a teacup, "Why are you sighing with such a beautiful view?"

"General..." the butler turned his head, "Who can let that child go?"

Old General Yi took a sip of steaming tea, his eyelids drooped: "Except for himself."

"Why didn't the general get married and have children all these years?" The butler suddenly changed the subject and asked everyone's doubts over the years.

"There is no one who is happy." Old General Yi raised his eyes, the brilliance in his deep eyes had long since faded, "In the past, I did many foolish things, but after seeing it, I naturally looked down on love." He entered the university at the age of 16. As a small soldier in the military camp, it took 20 years to sit on the position of lieutenant general, and another seven or eight years to sit on the position of chief general.Later, he never thought that the country would change the emperor. Fortunately, he lived in the frontier and did not have much obsession with defending the original monarch. He only regarded it as a worshiper.All he can do is to maintain the frontier from beginning to end, and he has no control over the affairs of the court.

Such a person who yearns for frontier wars, no matter what happens, he looks down on love.

"The general also had times when he was confused, why couldn't he be considerate to the little general?" The butler had also heard about old General Yi when he was young.

Old General Yi was very powerful when he was young, but he only got a lieutenant in his middle age, so the things involved are naturally very cryptic.

I heard that it was just a rumor that the old general Yi at that time fell in love with a young major general of the enemy army.I don't know the process, I only know that the result is very miserable.Old General Yi was deceived when he was young and ignorant. After the other party got the information and broke through the city wall, he was about to take off the general's head.Thanks to General Yi, who was very tough, even though he was stabbed in the heart, he still saved the general at that time.

Evening out the merits and demerits, Old General Yi could have made a difference in his 20s, but he never thought that he would delay more than ten years because of a foreigner.

This story is just a legend, the credibility is not very high.In these years, some people still talk about this matter, purely because they want to know the reason why Old General Yi did not want to get married and have children for so many years.

Who doesn't want to have someone to take care of themselves in retirement?

"I was the one who was confused, so naturally I can't let him be as confused as me." Old General Yi threw the cup in his hand, and the hot tea spilled on the ground, causing a lot of white mist, "I walked by Naturally, he can’t let him go the wrong way again.”

The old elders all think so, and always feel that the mistakes they made back then cannot be made by the younger generations.They thought it was a favor for the younger generation, but they never thought, what would life be like without this kind of experience?

Shen Yuan walked all the way, and when he left the General's Mansion, he smelt the fragrance of plum cake, thought about it and bought a plum cake.

He didn't like plum cakes very much, but he bought a copy when he saw plum cakes.

After that, he didn't go back to the General's Mansion or Shaofu's Mansion, but went to the Imperial Palace.Holding an umbrella in one hand and plum cake in the other, he walked towards the south gate, stepping on the snow with a creaking sound.

There was no one waiting for him at the south gate, not that thin figure holding an umbrella waiting for him or waiting for the plum blossom cake he bought.

In fact, it has only been about three years, and everything is no longer what it used to be.

During last year's snow season, he knelt for a long time just to ask Song Nanchu to be safe. During the previous year's snow season, he saw Song Nanchu waiting for him.This year, there will be nothing.

When she reached the south gate, Shen Yuan's hand tilted and the umbrella fell to the ground.

He squatted down, patted the snow on the threshold, wiped off the threshold where a little snow had fallen just now, moved his body and sat on it.

The plum cake was very fragrant, and the faint scent of plum blossoms wafted to the tip of his nose. He unwrapped the pastry and squeezed a piece into his mouth.

Well, very sweet.

Thinking this way, he took the second piece, followed by the third piece... By the time of the last piece, he couldn't eat anymore, and his stomach was very full.

Shen Yuan held the last piece of cold plum blossom cake in the palm of his hand, a little flower in front of his eyes, a tear finally fell down.However, there is only this mere tear.

He stood up, patted the dry snow on his body, and smiled.He wants to live a better life, that's all.

When he lifted his foot to leave, he didn't see Imperial Physician Wan running past him in a hurry, only Imperial Physician Wan and Eunuch Zheng were running...