Overturning the Road to Rebirth

Only Changge Huai Caiwei Thirteen

The heavy snow in the first month is the coldest time of the year in Pulse.

On the eve of the Chinese New Year, the snow was falling so heavily that it could almost completely block the view. At this time, even soldiers who crossed the desert would not choose to ride a horse for a long distance.

In the huge general's mansion, there are lights and festoons everywhere. In order to welcome the New Year, all the manpower in the mansion will be mobilized. Even so, there will be a shortage of manpower. As a last resort, I can only ask the family members of the servants to come to help. There will be more at the end of the month. Send some money.

"Hey" the new girl in the pink jacket held a fruit plate and called to the older girl in the purple jacket in front of her, and asked, "Cousin Qingyi, why is that person standing in the yard on such a cold day?" , still wearing so little?"

The face of the girl named Qingyi in the purple coat changed, and she looked around in a panic, and when she found that there were only the two of them in the long winding corridor, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yu Su, don't worry too much about it." Just do your own thing and do your own thing!"

Yu Su is a newcomer, she is not a servant girl who has signed a contract with the General's Mansion, but she is fourteen years old this year, and she came to help the General's Mansion sort out the age at the request of her cousin.

She is not very old, but she is smart and capable, and her heart is warm. She turned her head and looked at a young man standing in the thick snow that had covered his calves in the yard. His complexion was fair but he was freezing because of wearing a thin white shirt Slightly pale, with no color on his lips, shivering in the cold wind and snow, he couldn't bear it, "Is he a servant of the general's mansion? He will be punished for doing something wrong?"

Qingyi is quite beautiful. Such a woman always thinks of being able to climb up the high branch of the mistress or the bed of the man. When she saw that there was no one around, she glanced at the people in the courtyard with a contemptuous expression, and said mockingly: "Where, this is the general's wife."

"Madam General!"

Yu Su was so startled that the fruit plate almost fell, and wanted to turn over into the yard and pull the poor man into the house to keep warm, but the quick-sighted Qingyi grabbed the sleeve of his sleeve and said angrily, "You don't have to tell him just after hearing his identity." Well, he is the one with the least status in this mansion!"

"Anyway, he wears so little, what if he gets sick! No, maybe he's already sick, and hard-bodied people can't stand it!"

"Hmph, it's better if you're sick!" Qingyi was disdainful, and said with a disgusted expression as if remembering something, "You don't even know, he is so vicious, he asked someone to take the young master to play in the courtyard in the middle of the night Give the young master cold water, on such a day, the young master has a high fever the next day!"

Yu Su was stunned, and looked suspiciously at the courtyard. Although the young man was pale with cold, but his handsome and beautiful features were upright and clear, he didn't look like someone who would do bad things at all.

The reason why she has such great strength at such a young age is because when she was young, she lived in the deep mountains with her grandfather who was a hunter. That person's eyes were like the most harmless handsome deer, with gentleness between his eyebrows.

"No, he doesn't look like that!" Yu Su shook his head firmly, denying.

"Good cousin, you know people, face, but not heart. How can you judge whether the person you met for the first time is a good person or a bad person? Besides, so what if he is, so what if he is not? The person who denounced him is the young lady and the military adviser. The young lady always You won't hurt your own brother?" Qingyi ordered her to follow, and loudly said while walking: "Master Songshou is right, the son of a merchant is inherently sinister and lowly, so don't be careful, who knows that these pickled things are for What kind of harmful things can a little big sesame seeds do?"

The young man standing in the courtyard froze, and with his head buried all the time, he slowly raised his eyes, looking at him with eyes colder than ice and snow, so frightened that Qingyi almost couldn't hold the things in his hand.

She dared to be presumptuous occasionally because the most powerful person in the family didn't like the young man, but she also knew that no matter how little the young man was valued, he always carried the name of the general's wife.

At this moment, he could only bite his lip unwillingly, and walked away quickly.

Yu Su's footsteps slowed down, but he still decided to put down the fruit plate in his hand, braved the heavy snow and ran into the yard, and handed the same warm, thick bag half the size of a palm to the young man, saying: "Husband, madam, this is for A stone that has been boiled in boiling water can be heated for less than half an hour, so take it!"

Xiao Liangyi was already numb from the cold in the snow, and even raising his head was extremely difficult.

He looked at the little girl's warm eyes, which were different from those of everyone in this cold house, and smiled with the corners of his mouth open, "Thank you, but no need."

It was this slight smile, like a fragrant plum trembling and blooming in the cold snow, blooming a unique and gentle color in the dark, Yu Su was stunned.

The little girl blushed, insisted on stuffing the hot stone bag into his hand, then turned and ran away.

The body that has been frozen for a long time, even if it comes into contact with warmth for the first time, can't feel the slightest bit of warmth.

Xiao Liang looked at the red and extraordinarily delicately embroidered thick cloth bag in his hand, sighed, moved his stiff legs, walked to a bare jujube tree in the southeast corner, and hung the thick cloth bag on the branch .

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With a cold face, Song Jing stood by the bedside of his sleeping son, listening to the military doctor.

"It's not a serious problem. Although he got a cold and caused gastrointestinal discomfort, it's good to take care of him. Now that the fever has subsided, I will prescribe another medicine to dispel the cold, which will definitely make him healthy."

Military doctors are best at seeing, hearing and asking questions. Apart from their good skills in treating diseases, they are also good at seeing people.

Song Jingyan was in a hurry to find him during the Chinese New Year. Although he had heard about how vicious the wife of the general Xu Xian was on the way, the little young master with a weak crown fell ill and developed a high fever. Although he was surprised, he didn't comment.

It was strange when we got inside the house, except for the sick young master who was blushing and the general who was furious, the remaining military adviser and lady, one looked a little happy, and the other was very flustered?

But these have nothing to do with him, he only needs to be responsible for curing people.

Fortunately, although the general's son was taciturn, Song Jingyan didn't spoil him, and would exercise him properly. Song Qingle drank a bowl of medicine and slept all night, and slowly woke up the next evening.

He opened his eyes and saw his father standing by the bed, his serious face could not hide his concern, but this scene did not move the young man.

He even insisted on sitting up while propping up his sick body, Song Jingyan helped him up, and seeing that the child looked disappointed after forgetting about it, he asked, "What does Qingle want? Dad will get it for you."

Song Qingle opened his mouth, then closed it cautiously.

He was sick, but the person he wanted didn't stay by his side tenderly as usual, asking for his care and taking care of him in every possible way. Although his temper was autistic, it was rare for him to feel a sense of grievance, and he buried his head with a stiff face.

Again.

Although he was used to his son not speaking again after losing his mother, no matter what Song Jingyan tried hard, he would not even say a word of father. The dignified general was frustrated.

Songshou just grasped this point. Seeing that the general was in a bad mood at the moment, he fanned the flames and complained: "General, the young master is sick like this. If you don't severely punish the people behind the scenes, there may be more serious problems in the future. things are coming."

Song Jingyan rubbed his brows, and said helplessly: "Didn't you already let him stand in the snow? Someone take him back to his room and say that the punishment order is over."

"General!" Songshou didn't expect that the general, who has always loved his youngest son, would let him go so easily, and his face turned pale. If you just deny the evidence, and your behavior is bad, if you just tolerate it like this, you don't know how arrogant you will be in the future!"

"Then what do you say - Qingle, what are you doing?!"

The son who had been silent all this time suddenly lifted the quilt and stood up, and almost fell to the ground because he was still weak. Song Jingyan was so shocked that he changed his mind, and put his arms around him to prevent his head from hitting the ground.

Song Qingle waited for the dizziness to subside a little, then hurriedly grabbed his father's sleeve, his white lips trembled, and it took a long time before he uttered a word.

"One one one!"

Seeing his son speak suddenly, Song Jingyan opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Talk slowly, as long as you say it, father will give you whatever you want!"

"One, no...one...one"

Song Qingle knew that he couldn't speak, so he struggled desperately. Song Jingyan was afraid that he would be hurt by too much strength, so he had to let go, but saw his son fell to the ground in the next second, without even his shoes, and ran out of the house like crazy !

Holding the child's shoes in one hand and the thick cloak in the other, he followed in a few steps.

The young man who was just recovering from a serious illness and usually restless, gathered some energy and ran desperately across the South Courtyard, knocking over many servant girls who were carrying things on the way.

Song Jingyan followed him through most of the General's Mansion, and stopped at the gate of the North Courtyard, when he heard a sharp female voice coming from inside——

"Hmph, it's better if he's sick! You don't know, he's so vicious, he asks someone to take the young master to play in the courtyard in the middle of the night, and even drinks cold water for the young master. On such a day, the young master is so vicious the next day. I got a high fever!"

Another, younger voice said, "No, he doesn't look like that!"

"Good cousin, you know people, face, but not heart. How can you judge whether the person you met for the first time is a good person or a bad person? Besides, so what if he is, so what if he is not? The person who denounced him is the young lady and the military adviser. The young lady always You won't harm your own younger brother! Master Songshou is right, the son of a merchant is insidious and lowly, so if you don't guard against it, who knows what harmful things these pickled things can do for a small profit? "

It sounded like Xiao Liangyi was talking about, Song Jingyan suppressed the displeasure in his heart, and before he opened the door to reprimand him, he saw his son shaking his shoulders and trying to suppress himself, looking sideways, his eyes were red with anger.

He thought it was Song Qingle who learned that the murderer behind the scenes hated him so much, when he entered the arch, he happened to see a girl in a pink coat stuffing something to the people in the courtyard, and then Xiao Liang bluntly put the thing in his hand hanging on dead branches.

Song Jingyan didn't realize that the anger in his eyes was stronger than that of his son's. The suppressed fire in his heart, which was suppressed in the damp fire, burned completely the moment he saw Xiao Liang smiling at others.

Piercing the heart and burning the lungs, destroying everything.

Just before he had an attack, Song Qingle rushed over, hugged the thinly dressed young man, and shed tears silently.

Repeatedly: "One... one..."

The bag of hot stones in Xiao Liang's hand fell into the snow. He probably lost his mind. It took a while before he could touch his chest. The boy's hair, who was aggrieved and crying, asked softly: "...Qing Le, are you awake?" La?"

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and fell back as if exhausted.