Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

In the first month of the lunar year, the capital was covered in silver, and the well-planned red-painted tile-roofed houses were covered by thick snow. The accumulated snow stretched into the distance, and it was almost impossible to see the edge. The most slender river in the city also stopped for nine months. The turbulent current and the water surface are frozen. From a distance, there are many Weng people in coir raincoats standing on the deep ice with hunched backs, digging ice and fishing, and the snow melts.

Nuoda’s Sun Mansion was quiet, with precious winter plum blossoms blooming in courtyards of different sizes. The servants in brocade padded jackets walked quickly across the courtyard with their hands clasped. The maids’ noses were red from the cold, but their faces were full They all had bright smiles on their faces, and it will be fifteen soon. In addition to sending out the next month's bills on a monthly basis, the stewards in the mansion also distributed rewards to the servants according to the habit of previous years. I went to work.

Sun Qiao sat in a wheelchair on the balcony of another courtyard. The specially made wheelchair was covered with a layer of thick and warm wool cushions. The delicate cashmere reflected soft light under the mild sunlight. A servant waited on him. The servant lowered his head slightly, and Sun Qiao's cloak was draped between his arms. The fox fur at the brim of his hat was lightly suppressed by a jade flute pinned to his waist, making him look obedient. .

There is only a low wooden table painted with red oil between the two of them. On the wooden table is a stove and a tea set. The cold tea fragrance rushes into the five senses along the wind. It seems to be elegant and sweet, as if it can cleanse the soul. Xi Suosuo's voice came out from the arch next to the tower, Sun Qiao's left hand holding the scroll paused, and the ordinary-faced boy noticed his movement, bowed his waist, and lowered his already humble body even more, " Young master, it was Steward Chen who gave the rewards to the servants."

After Sun Qiao listened, he put his right hand holding the small heater on the table beside him, and his slightly warmer fingers suddenly touched the cold wooden tabletop. The chill from his fingertips made Sun Qiao look too handsome His brows and eyes sank, his body was already horribly weak, he put down the book in his hand and beat his stiff thighs, "Really." He responded to the boy's unsolicited answer. Lukewarm, the thickly bound and neatly bound volume was placed on the table casually, and four white traditional characters were printed vertically on the dark blue cover - "Theory of Qianguo".

Naturally, it is the country where the Sun family is located.

The Sun family is not the only family, but it is the only family that seems very strange to Sun Qiao.

The owner of the mansion——Sun Ji, is firstly the original owner’s biological father, secondly, a courtier who is favored by the emperor, and thirdly, a good man who is highly praised by the common people. I really admire Sun Ji's theory of loving his wife. As the saying goes, there are two people for a lifetime. After his wife Chen died of illness, Sun Ji's appearance of not wanting to be a wife at all made many poets praise this unswerving love until death, and still In the case that Chen only gave birth to one daughter.

——That's right, everyone thought that the Chen family had only given birth to one daughter, that is, the Queen of the Central Palace who is now in the limelight.

But the existence of the original owner was like a taboo, he was completely sealed in this world, and he was trapped for decades.

Sun Qiao lowered his eyes to look at An An's pair of calves on the wheelchair's footrests, his eyes were light and almost mean, and they almost merged with the frost outside the building indifferently. Calf?

"Please... brother."

Sun Yan'an's almost begging gasp came to Sun Qiao's mind again.

"Master, you are not in a good mood?" The young servant seemed to be very proud of his excellence in observing words and expressions. He maintained a humble posture and took the initiative to talk to Sun Qiao next to the balcony railing. In such a small world, it seems that even the servant's voice is quite soothing to the ears, "Do you need a servant to play a song for you?"

Sun Qiao leaned on the wheelchair and did not move. His light-colored pupils moved to the side, and the servant suddenly became more energetic. After arranging the fox-fur cloak in his arms and placing it on the table on the other side, he bent over Yan Mou took off the jade flute that had been tied around his waist all the time, and his every move carried a casualness and leisure that was not like the servants of the mansion, forming a unique style of his own.

The young servant pointed his five fingers at the sound hole and raised his head, blowing his mouth towards his lips, "I have little knowledge, I played a Qing melody, if it doesn't catch your ears, please forgive me, young master."

Xiao and the flute have been used by literati since ancient times to show off their elegance. The sound of the flute is thick and deep, far less clear and distant than the sound of the flute. Although Sun Qiao does not have a good understanding of music, he can still understand the melody played by the young man in front of him. , Que's flute sound in the second half changed from the leisurely overtone tune of Que in the first half, and suddenly became hurried. Sun Qiao listened indifferently, and vaguely remembered this scene somehow. Just like this little servant, he played the tune of "Three Lanes of Plum Blossoms".

The overtone tune was repeated once on the last emblem. After ten breaths, the sound of the flute had stopped, and only one or two lines of melodious echoes remained in the air.

Sun Yan'an was accompanying that distinguished guest to appreciate the new plum blossoms in the main courtyard. The white snow accumulated on the blue floor tiles had already been swept aside by the servants. Several rare Biejiao Wanshui, an extremely rare plum species, is said to have been born near the sea. Local officials immediately reported it to the imperial court after discovering it. As a result, several complete plum trees grew overnight. The roots and land appeared in the Sun Mansion - all are rewards from the current Holy Majesty.

The petals of Biejiao Wanshui are rose-red, shallow bowl-shaped, and the petals on a small evening plum bloom layer upon layer. The color ranges from light to dark. If you look closely, there may be forty or fifty petals. Even the stamens seem to have turned into shredded petals, faintly looking like a pocket-sized pavilion, and the shredded petals are dancing so beautifully that people can't take their eyes off it.

The melodious sound of the flute woke up a group of people.

Sun Yan'an's left ear moved slightly, and after discerning the direction of the courtyard where the sound of the flute came from, he suddenly clenched his hands in his green sleeves, his ten fingers clenched tightly, and his neatly manicured nails carved a perfect tiny crescent on his palm. He silently motioned a servant behind him to leave, then raised the corners of his stiff mouth, and a restrained and polite smile appeared on his lips again.

The young man who was walking in front of Sun Yan'an stopped, and the servant who was lightly carrying two hexagonal lanterns in front of him also stopped.

A large group of people were suffocated for breathing as the boy stopped, and then they all lowered their heads a little more in unison. In an instant, there was a sound of snow falling, and no one in the other corner of the courtyard dared to act recklessly. appreciate.

"It's a little noisy." The young man in a dark cloak made a definitive statement to Xiao Sheng. Like Sun Yan'an, he was in his [-]s and eight years, but his sharp-edged face was too handsome, and he was covered in black in the cloak. The hem of the brocade brocade robe is embellished with flowing gold threads. The young man is as tall as jade, tall and straight as a pine, and a girdle with a cloud pattern of the same color is set off at his waist.

The moment his voice fell, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

Clear cold sweat broke out from Sun Yan'an's forehead.

He still doesn't know the young man's name and surname, so he can only address him as 'Young Master' like his father, Sun Ji. The sound of the flute probably just faded away.

"It looks like it's going to snow again soon," Sun Yan'an wanted to let the superior in front of him forget the sudden incident just now, he changed the subject with a smile, "You Shiyun' Come tonight, I want snow, can I have a drink None. ①'If you don't have the ability to be wary of cooking tea and wine, and talk about wine, how about if you have some understanding of wine pouring, why don't you walk around Dongnuan Pavilion with the young master?"

"Father has already arranged warm wine, a stove, and a small couch. Thinking about it, it corresponds to what is said in the poem. If the young master can show his face, it will be more elegant." Sun Yanan stopped persuading him after finishing speaking. , with his head slightly lowered, as if waiting for the boy to show him.

The young man didn't react too much after listening to this long paragraph of meaningful words. He seemed to be very good at restraining his words and deeds. When the wind blew by, the maid who was waiting by his side stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold the young man tightly. The silk belt of the cloak on the chest, the movement between her fingers is very smooth and neat, the young man raised his head, he was not yet weak, his black hair that reached his waist and back was blown away by the cold wind, and there were a few frivolous strands of hair covering him. Touching the corner of the young man's mouth, he seemed to chuckle, "Be vigilant," he said, his voice was as warm as ice when he met Sun Shiji, "I'm not good at adding icing on the cake."

Sun Yanan felt helpless, all the pain and fear could only be turned into cold air and pressed into the bottom of his heart, he almost helplessly led the boy into an archway that had been eroded white by time, the diameter of the archway was not too big, It can only allow two people to pass side by side. The world inside the arch is not much different from the outside world. It is also covered in silver and covered with frost. sick man.

Wearing a fox fur cloak, Han Jiang Lin closed his black eyes that were as cold as glazed glass, and only saw the curvaceous side face of the other party. The corners of his eyes were unrestrained and slightly raised. Feeling amazed, the slanting eyebrows are as sharp as a steep peak, the bridge of the nose is straight and clean, and he looks like a fairy. Han Jianglin's eyes moved to Sun Qiao's body inch by inch, from top to bottom, without falling, His eyes were so hot that he almost pierced the opponent.

He suddenly lowered his eyebrows.

The figure in the tower trembled and arched its back. The man was coughing, and Han Jianglin realized that the foot under the splendid robe took an uncontrollable step towards the tower.

Sun Qiao turned his head aware of it. He frowned and looked in the direction of the arched door. The moment they looked at each other, a poem came to their minds at the same time——Looking at Hua Dongmo, which shocked the people of Luoyang .

The author has something to say:

①From Bai Juyi's "Question to Liu Nineteen": green ant new fermented wine, red clay and small fire.In the evening, the sky is like snow, and there is nothing to drink.

②From Li Bai's "Luoyang Mo Baiyu Who's Home Lang": Baiyu Who's Home Lang, return to Tianjin.Looking at Hua Dongmo, it alarmed the people of Luoyang.

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