Yanshan Exquisite Record

Jiangnan, Linglong Villa.

Peach blossoms are in bud, and under the eaves, crows and sparrows have built new nests with twigs in their mouths. It is already the beginning of spring in March, and there is still light snow in the sky. It is not very cold, but it is easy to distract the eyes.

The wind is even stronger above the covered bridge, and the snowflakes are fluttering. The famous lake study has been rebuilt in the first lunar month. The former white jade lotus platform has become a pure lotus pond. There is a circle of elegant rooms connected by winding wooden stacks. It is not as prosperous as before, but the winding water is flowing, which is quite interesting.

Gongsun Qingyan stood in the study hall, took off the cloak and handed it to the maid beside him, and shook the fine snow on his body, Ye Yingshu poked his head out from behind him, sniffed and said, "Where is your owner?" ?”

It is a strange thing that Song Xueqiao is not in the village.

Ever since Jiangxue Pavilion made such a big commotion by shocking everyone that day, he seldom appeared in the Jianghu again. It also gradually began to be more important than merchants.

The No. [-] villa in the south of the Yangtze River, which once covered the sky with one hand, has lost its edge in the arena where talents are coming out in large numbers.

"Xueqiao is not here, Miss Ye can come to me for anything." A small figure jumped out from the door, his eyes became crescent moons with a smile.

Ye Yingshu intentionally ignored her, and looked around with her hips on her hips, "Who are you looking for? Why do I only hear voices, but can't look at people?"

Zhu Caixia jumped up angrily and pulled her sleeve, "You bullied me again! I've grown taller!"

Ye Yingshu lowered her head and pinched his face, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "I don't think Gao has gained a lot of weight."

An angry Zhu Caixia turned to Xu Bernu who was on the side.

Uncle Xu followed behind him, laughing and saying, "Young master has grown taller, and his clothes will have to be redone every two months, but he is really fat, and it's no wonder that the young master let him do everything, last time he wanted to eat in Suzhou." Sophora japonica honey that has passed the season has actually been sent to find it."

"Xueqiao said that I study hard and give me everything!" Zhu Caixia muttered.

Ye Yingshu smiled and tickled him, "That's right, your snow bridge and even Linglong Villa are given to you, what else can't be given!"

Gongsun Qingyan rubbed his hair with a smile, and waited for Ye Yingshu to walk away with a little nerdy laughing, then he raised his hand towards Uncle Xu, and Uncle Xu understood, took him to a room, and gently pushed open the door.

In the room is the same plain gauze and green curtain as Longyan Pavilion or Lanzhai, scented with red sandalwood incense, and a few red plums that are rare in this season are inserted in a vase with a collapsed edge.

There was a person lying quietly on the bed behind the curtain, although Gongsun Qingyan couldn't see it, he walked to the bed accurately and felt the person's pulse.

After the Jiangxuege incident, he followed Song Xueqiao to Linglong Villa for a short stay. In those days, he spent almost every day in this room, and was able to return to Yingyang after a year. After giving those people the explanation they wanted, they had nothing to say.

Seeing him committing suicide, Pei Lai went crazy on the spot. Fortunately, Zhang Zhongqi was nostalgic, and now Pei Lai is being raised in Wudang, and although he has no worries about food and clothing, he is living his life without any worries. Yin suddenly appeared and took him away, but there was no more news.

Master Hui Ci returned to Shaolin in a daze. One morning, he received another package at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, which contained Shaolin cheat books that had been stolen for many years. He became the abbot again in a muddle. The monk who knows how to punch and kick, scratches his bald head all day long to let his disciples practice martial arts and boxing, which makes Shaoshishan complain and make many jokes.

The brothers and sisters of the Lu family went back to Yinshui Villa the next day, Lu Linlin hid himself from the world and did not want to see anyone again, but Lu Zhanmu cheered up and started to reorganize the Yinshui lineage.

Song Xueqiao tried to be brave for a while, but after finding out that Pei Wunian was out of breath, he was still out of breath and almost passed out on the spot.

Fortunately, he was in Jiangxue Pavilion that day.

In the battle of Farewell Villa back then, there were countless casualties, and it was no problem for him to bring back those poisoned disciples one by one from the gate of hell, let alone a mere Pei Wunian.

"Mr. Gongsun, is Mr. Pei showing signs of waking up?" Uncle Xu cautiously poked his head to look.

The incident between the two of them made the city full of ups and downs that night, Zhang Zhongkui sighed day and night as if he was ten years old, Song Xueqiao knocked ten times in front of Xuanyue's gate against the wind and snow, only for him to let him go, now, since he sent people away Half a year has passed since I brought it back to Linglong Villa.

Gongsun Qingyan stuffed Pei Wunian's hand back under the quilt, touched his forehead and said, "It's nothing serious, life is safe, but the poison has entered the heart and lungs, it depends on God whether you can wake up."

Still the same answer as usual, old Xu said, "The medicine is still fried as last time?"

"Add two more eucalyptus leaves, one or two star anise lotuses, fry it gently, wait for it to warm up before pouring it in." Gongsun Qingyan said lightly.

When Lao Xu wiped his tears and took the door out, the gentle and elegant Mr. Gongsun opened his eyes without focus, lost the skin of a literati, and couldn't help sighing and cursing at the sleeping man, "Little bastard to yourself!" The attack was ruthless enough, and there was another little bastard who didn't know where to go."

"Little bastard is going to get wine." A man walked in from the door, holding a wine jar in his arms, wearing a blue cloak covered with fine fresh snow, with a deep smile on his brows, and asked, "Where is Ye Ye?" ? Call, let's have a drink here."

When Gongsun Zhihe heard it, he made a fake cough and changed the topic, "What kind of wine do you take when it's freezing cold? I didn't know you were so addicted to alcohol before."

"This wine is originally a pair, one is not drunk, the other is not returning. Ma Xiaoyu told me that not drunk is the nickname of the tomb wine. If you drink it, you may go to see the king of hell, but Luoyang Guihualou brewed it for Zhishang Guanghan. No return, it’s really good wine.” Song Xueqiao gently put down the jar of wine, and thoughtfully said, “I didn’t like drinking too much in the past. Like an addiction, you can't forget it."

Gongsun Qingyan also poured himself a full glass with a smile and said, "It is indeed a good wine, very fragrant."

Song Xueqiao walked to the edge of the collapse, looked at the ignorant people and sighed, "Did you hear that? Even Gongsun said it was good wine. If you don't get up again, I'll pour it all into the lake to feed the fish."

Gongsun Qingyan shook his head, hesitant to speak, he put down his wine glass, and said softly, "I have to tell you something, he lay down for a long time, although his life was saved, but... even if he wakes up one day, he can only Martial arts are useless, and I can't go back to how I used to be."

"Alright, it's good to be alive. It's not his fault at all, and he has paid enough debts." Song Xueqiao bent down and touched the man's black hair. He was not surprised, and there was no sadness or joy on his face. "In this way, I will protect him for the rest of my life. I don't have to think about the powerful martial arts, I don't have to think about dealing with various sects, and I don't have to think about how to fight and kill. Jiangnan is a good place, why not stay in Linglong Villa , It’s not bad to open a small private school for him to write and draw every day.”

Gongsun Qingyan had a mournful look on his brows, and he sighed, "It's a pity, the head of Zhang was seriously ill, and he also wanted Wu Miao to succeed, Wu Nian originally..."

"He didn't care about these things in the first place." Song Xueqiao continued with a smile.

Gongsun Qingyan waved the fragrance in his hands, and laughed knowingly, too, if Pei Wunian cared about these false names, he wouldn't have poured all the dirty water on himself back then, and together with Song Xueqiao, Zhang Zhongqi Half dead.

Some residual snow fell on the eaves outside the window, and the soft sunlight entered the room. Song Xueqiao leaned against the bed and continued to complain to Pei Wunian, "When this spring snow is over, you should get up and walk. Moldy."

He would talk to himself like this for a long time every day, and naturally no one paid any attention to him today.

When Gongsun Qingyan left, he left behind the white jade tube. In addition to Mo Yunjian's relic, Pei Wunian's birth date was engraved on the wall of the tube. Mo Yunjian really never forgot this child until his death.

When it was warm and cold, and the Girl's Day was over, Song Xueqiao went to Xiwu Mountain early to see Ji Yushuang. The plum tree had fallen to its bare branches, and it was very ugly, but there was a small new one next to Song Dingya's tomb. In front of the grave, there are a few peach branches with clear dew and tender pink buds, which add a bit of color to Xiwu Mountain.

He naturally knew that that person had already come one step ahead of him.

After he brought Pei Wunian back to Linglong Villa, Hua Yaojiu had visited him. He stood on the covered bridge and refused to take another step towards the study on the lake. Still with the same sarcastic smile as before, "You really are a careless person."

"You are also a careless person." Naturally, he did not pretend to be polite with Hua Yaojiu, "It's just that I can't figure it out. When did you know it was Hui Chuang's?"

"Since the murder of Mo Bingzhen in Yanshan, I know better than anyone that you didn't do it, but if I follow you, I will be able to find some interesting things. I was on the flower boat next to Abbot Se that night. I will be one step ahead of you." When I arrived in Luoyang, I searched all the way to Yinshui Villa. After I sneaked in in disguise, I found out about the poisoning of Gu Wangting and Lu Heng. I wanted to remind you kindly, but unexpectedly, Gu Wangting chose to commit suicide, which also scared me a lot.”

Hua Yaojiu looked at the scenery of the lake and mountains with his hands behind his back. Now he can finally stand on the ground of Linglong Villa openly, but his heart is empty. He said calmly, "As for Lu Linlin... I wanted to kill her to lure the snake out of the cave. The murderer wanted to kill her." Yinshui school is full of families, but the life of the second young lady who is waiting to be married is spared. This is unusual. If she dies, maybe the snake will crawl out by itself. Husband Pei Wunian was related, and later you went to Jiguang Temple because you were smart, I thought the clue was in the group of monks in the martial arts conference, so I left you and took a step first, but then you were tricked by that kid in Emei."

"And I also found out a very interesting thing. When Master Hui Chuang was young...he once wanted to return to vulgarity. He knelt on Shaoshi Mountain for many days, but Che Jing was still not allowed. Then the Shaolin secret books were stolen. Miemen, after that, it is not difficult to guess, I even think that Master Chejing is also aware of the secret script, so he will stay in the parting villa until he dies of old age."

Song Xueqiao sighed, "Master Hua Gu is quite kind-hearted, and finally let Yi Fengyao stop and save Lu Linlin's life."

Hua Yaojiu smiled calmly, looking at the sparkling blue lake, "Who said he is your senior brother, I thought he was willing to marry Lu Linlin because he empathized, if Lu Linlin died, he would be sad, but you are a diamond The good old man in the dead end, you will be sad when he is sad, and if you are sad...she will be sad too."

Song Xueqiao lowered his eyes to look at his waist, he naturally knew who she was, the garnet-colored moonstone pendant was always hung there, the edges and corners had been smoothed over the years, and it was illuminated with the mildest color.

When the great heat passed quietly, the weather turned cooler, and the lotus flowers in the study on the lake were in full bloom for a season. In the rustling autumn night, Song Xueqiao rarely celebrated the little nerd's birthday with great fanfare.

Seeing him, Uncle Ma Xiaoyu drunkenly took out several rolls of Qin and Han bamboo slips stained with old mud and slapped them on the table proudly, while the little bookworm was forced to read those awkward and difficult words with a mournful face. Ma Xiaoyu added fuel to the fire, "If you can't read today, you won't be allowed to eat roast chicken!" Everyone couldn't help laughing.

Song Xueqiao also leaned on one side to watch them fight and squabble, fist fighting and drinking. It was rare to be carefree and relaxed, and unconsciously drank a few more glasses. The fan wobbled around to an empty corner of the study, picked up a stone and sat down.

The moonlight sprinkled in the small pavilion on the lotus pond, dyeing the black and white colors with a layer of quiet blue. The cool breeze on the lake was mixed with the strong taste of alcohol. A figure stretched quietly in front of him.

He didn't look back, he just laughed at himself in a daze, "I seem to be drunk again, now such a dream can come no matter how I sit."

The people behind him didn't say a word, they just hugged him silently, their hands were weak and cold, but they exhausted all their strength while embracing him.

Song Xueqiao turned around suddenly, his eyes widened suddenly, he stretched out his trembling hand and brushed the corners of the man's eyebrows and eyes, the tentacles were full of hot temperature.

As if realizing that it was not a phantom, he suddenly closed his eyes, hugged the person in front of him tightly, and shed tears uncontrollably, the person only hugged him tighter, almost melting into his flesh and blood.

Under the warm red light, there are still those smiling and clear eyes that I first saw here when I was nine years old. It seems that thousands of years have passed since the day he left Yingyang in a daze.

Fortunately, he finally came back.

(Finish)

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Actually...I really wanted to write be, but I couldn't bear my son to smash QAQ