Yanshan Exquisite Record

Except for summoning Dongfang Didi into the mansion that day, the second owner of the Song Dynasty seemed to have changed his temper and changed his previous habit of running around, or shut himself in the room and sent three meals a day to the study on the lake by the maid. Or he would go to the Jianlu of Xiwu Mountain outside the city with a cold face to accompany Mrs. Song.

What's even more strange is that Pei Shaoxia, who came to live in the mansion for a while, didn't say a word, and ran around behind, even though the wedding was coming soon, he didn't look anxious at all.

Ji Yushuang is sitting on a recliner in the Jianlu courtyard of Xiwu Mountain, holding a long red whip in her hand. She is over forty years old, her face has been carefully taken care of by the maid, with dark-colored autumn eyebrows and silk The cloud silk bead gray long dress, which is very similar to her two sons and daughters, is still bright and moving - if she is not a lunatic.

Ji Yushuang's crimson lips trembled slightly. She had been looking at the entrance of the other courtyard since the early morning. There was an old plum tree right there, and under the tree was Song Dingya's grave. Several of my Jianghu brothers often come here to take care of them, and they have been safe and sound.

The girl brought the cooked porridge and fed it into her mouth with a small spoon, but the porridge flowed down her chin. half.

Mrs. Song has been insane for ten years, Song Xueqiao is not often in the village, and Song Yanting does everything by herself on weekdays. No matter how busy she is, she will wash and feed the old lady herself.

Now that Song Yanting is also sick, they have to toss endlessly just feeding food every day, and seeing a little drip on the long skirt, the girl hurriedly wiped it off and coaxed, "Good girl, Let's just take this one bite, how about the servant give you some more sugar?"

Ji Yushuang didn't move at all, and seemed to be muttering in a low voice, saying some irrelevant words.

The girl sighed.

"I'll do it." Someone behind him approached slowly.

As if the girl had been pardoned, she said happily, "Second Villa Master, you are here."

Song Xueqiao said "Yes", untied his cloak and threw it aside, the girl handed over the porridge bowl, saluted and left, but saw a young man in brocade clothes at the door, she was stunned for a moment, then bowed lightly, Pei Wunian turned to She nodded.

When Ji Yushuang heard Song Xueqiao's voice, there was a gleam of light in her dark pupils. She raised her head and held the whip tighter in her hand. She intermittently said to Song Xueqiao, "Yan'er..., Xueqiao, Yan'er...."

When Song Yanting was named Yanting back then, Ji Yushuang felt a little strong. She hoped that her daughter would be gentle and dignified, so she chose the small character Yan for her. She is the only one in the world who can call the current Master Song that way.

Back in Linglong Villa these days, Song Xueqiao always came to see her, and he was used to this kind of reaction. He stroked Ji Yushuang's back, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, "Mother, eat first, and my sister's illness will be cured after eating. I can come to accompany you."

Pei Wunian sat aside, looking at the long whip in Ji Yushuang's hand. That whip was Song Yanting's famous weapon "Fuguang". Song Yanting revived Linglong Villa with his own efforts, and it was also so dazzling.

Mother and child are connected by heart and blood, even if they tell her that Song Yanting is just a minor illness and needs to rest, Ji Yushuang must have noticed something, so Song Xueqiao has come to Xiwu Mountain to accompany her for the past few days, calling for Yan'er all the time, even wanting to sleep Holding the whip.

Hearing Song Xueqiao say that Song Yanting would be fine after eating, Ji Yushuang obediently sipped the porridge, even grabbed the spoon by herself, and the bowl was empty in a short while.

Song Xueqiao wiped the corners of her mouth for her, but Ji Yushuang firmly grasped his sleeve, eyes full of sadness, "Yan'er... Yan'er..."

"She's fine. In a few days, in a few days, I'll let my sister come to see you, and then we won't care about anything." Song Xueqiao quickly hugged Ji Yushuang and comforted her softly.

Song Xueqiao sighed softly. These days, he has not moved. He has secretly dispatched experts from Linglong Villa to look for them. From Yinshui to Zilang and even Yanshan, someone will always see something. Even if he digs three feet, he will To find Song Yanting and Sikong Yueyao.

Ji Yushuang was sobbing like a child in his arms, and in a haze she saw Pei Wunian at the side again.

These days Song Xueqiao often comes, because Mrs. Song is timid by nature and doesn't like to see outsiders, so he always waits in the yard, either watching the smoky scenery of the misty mountains, or feeding the horses, or helping Song Dingya A few sticks of incense were placed in front of his grave.

Today he was naturally planning to stay in the courtyard, but Song Xueqiao no longer shy away from it, and stretched out his hand to pull him in in front of everyone.

Pei Wunian only felt that he had never seen his mother since he was born. Even though Pei came to Zhang Zhongyu as his biological father, he had no blood relatives after all. The only aunt who treated him well had become ashes in a jade tube. Seeing Ji Yushuang miss Song Yanting so far, his heart broke A little sour for no reason.

Ji Yushuang just glanced at him, a strange light suddenly appeared in those eyes, she let go of Song Xueqiao with her trembling lips, and knelt down in front of Pei Wunian with a "plop".

Pei Wunian was taken aback, he couldn't stand this bow, he knelt down to help her, Song Xueqiao was also startled, and bent over to help her, but before he touched Ji Yushuang, she was thrown aside, she was on the ground "" Bang bang bang" knocked his head a few times, his black hair spread out, he really became a lunatic.

In a panic, Pei Wunian could only put his hand against her forehead, and finally hit her palm hard. The pain made him gasp, but he clenched his fists as hard as he could to help Mrs. Song up.

"Pei Shaoxia, I know your martial arts are world-class... Please..." Ji Yushuang cried, "I have lost Yan'er... I can't lose Xueqiao... I beg you... Please... You have been brothers since childhood, Don't let him be killed, take him as far away as possible, don't stay in Zilang... No matter who comes to claim his life, if he wants to die, let the old body die for him..."

"Mother." Song Xueqiao caught Ji Yushuang and rubbed the bruise on her forehead with a trembling voice, "No accident will happen to me, and neither will my sister."

Pei Wunian knelt in front of her. Although Ji Yushuang was crazy, she clearly recognized who he was, and his speech was very logical. He didn't speak, but nodded solemnly to meet her pleading eyes.

Seeing him nodding, Ji Yushuang calmed down a little, turned her head to look at Song Xueqiao who was supporting her, and suddenly smiled, that smile was as innocent as a child's.

"Cai Xia? Why are you here, aren't you going to study?"

"..."

She got up from the ground, but her gaze was slack and wandering. She no longer cared about Song Xueqiao, but walked into the yard with her black hair messed up.

The long skirt was pushed over the threshold, and the old plum tree at the entrance of Jianlu was filled with smoke, covering a lonely grave. She walked slowly, no different from the dignified appearance of lightly moving lotus steps when she was young.

Song Xueqiao quickly followed her, and her words were clear but chaotic.

"Xueqiao celebrated his fifth birthday today, and his father brought him new clothes from Lin'an, and even forged him a sword..." Ji Yushuang murmured as he walked, "Yes, yes, yes... If you don't like swords, then I Go get someone to buy you some copybooks, the grandma next door made a big plate of jelly bean cakes, Cai Xia, you go eat with him, his only friend is Jing Xian, and his older sister is quiet and shy, if there is another child and He plays, he will be happy..."

Song Xueqiao clenched his fists tightly, but stopped in his tracks.

Ji Yushuang stopped suddenly, she had hit the altar in front of Song Dingya's grave and couldn't move forward, so she knelt down slowly while holding her skirt.

"A lot of people came to the village today. He got a fan and was very happy and liked it very much. I thought Yan'er would be unhappy without a gift, but she said that the sachet she embroidered was too plain, and she was afraid that her younger brother would not like it." She closed her eyes. With tears welling up on her beautiful face, she stroked the tombstone with one hand, caressing over the words "the tomb of her late husband Song Dingya", choked up and said, "Dingya, tell me, Yan'er and Xueqiao...if it's not like you, you should How nice."

Pei Wunian looked at Ji Yushuang leaning on the tombstone, the plum tree had already produced white flowers in early winter, the wind blew them off and sprinkled them on her body, making the ground white.

"Is she really crazy?" Pei Wunian asked softly.

Song Xueqiao shook his head. In the past few days, he also asked about the Langchuan poem on the sidelines, but Ji Yushuang sometimes went crazy, sometimes wept secretly, and sometimes said things that others could not understand. If she was pretending to be crazy, there was really no need to kiss her. Put it on in front of your son.

"My mother should know something to go crazy. Her memory is confused. Now we force her to think about it, which is not a good thing."

Pei Wunian said, "Then what should you do? I think your guess might be true."

Song Xueqiao looked at the snowy petals under the plum tree, his pupils were dark and unpredictable, "Wait, I have to wait for an opportunity to prove that this is not speculation."

At the foot of Yanshan Mountain, the beginning of winter.

The autumn harvest of Baili's fertile fields has ended, leaving only a group of bare grass stalks. The cold wind hits the nearby villages, cracking the permafrost, and birds and animals are nestled in the holes, unwilling to take a step out.

Farewell Villa is still dilapidated and dilapidated. An old beggar walked up the mountain tremblingly with a broken bowl and crutches. In the early winter, he only wore a patched gray shirt and a hat that had been eaten by moths. His felt hat, with a few strands of gray hair floating out of the holes, exuded an indescribable stench from his body, like a dying corpse, tremblingly opened the dilapidated door.

A pair of thieves' eyes twirled around under the tattered felt hat, gave up the shabby-looking small kitchen, and went straight to the largest room in the south.

The weather is cold and cold. It is a blessing for a person like him to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. The so-called death must be a comfortable death, so why would he care that the Farewell Villa is a haunted house?

The old beggar opened the door cautiously, looked around, and soon he saw the big gray bed in the room, his cloudy eyes were shining brightly, he didn't care much, and walked over happily, I took out a rag that was covered with a lot of dirt and wiped it, but it was not so clean after ten years of storage.

The old man sighed, and spun around the room again like a top. Finally, he stopped in front of a yellow rosewood cabinet.

He had a happy expression on his face, no doubt he stretched out his hand to open it, the cabinet was full of dust all the year round, when it was opened, it sprayed out a face of dust, but the two quilts inside were neat and tidy, neither particularly damp nor dirty.

The old beggar's eyes lit up as if seeing a rare treasure, and he quickly reached out to hug it, but when his hand touched the quilt, his body froze - a silver needle was inserted into his chest.

The corpse instantly became a real corpse, and fell down with a "boom", stirring up the dust in the house for many years.

The silver needle flew from nowhere, and his expression was fixed at the moment when he found the quilt, he was delighted and surprised.

A black figure jumped in from the window, sniffed the corpse in disgust, as if confirming that the old man was dead, then kicked him disgustingly, spat on the ground and cursed, "Why are you so deadly?" You come here to die, and you are dirty and smelly like a dog, dirtying your grandpa's feet."

The face of the corpse, which was already dirty, was now even covered by the kicked up dust, which was really ugly.

The man in black was even more unwilling to stay for a moment, shook his head and flew out of the window to perform lightness kung fu and leave.

It was night, and the Farewell Villa was shrouded in a bleak wind. Several mice crawled out of the ground lying in the south. They seemed to have found new food to feed their hunger after not eating meat for a long time. Old beggar's hand.

The corpse moved slightly, and the breathing that stopped immediately became more stable and long, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened, the turbidity of the old man faded away, and it was exceptionally clear.

He slowly got up and took off the obtrusive things on his head and body, revealing a young face, and the mice around him immediately scattered.

Hua Yaojiu looked at the broken window coldly, and flew out without a sound.

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The next chapter is going to give out bento... Ah, I don't want to