A Qi

In the twinkling of an eye, it was the first day of December, and it was already a little cold. It snowed heavily for three days and three nights, and the outside was covered with snow. Ah Qi worked hard these days, and the chilblains on his hands became red and swollen. It hurt and itched, and I couldn't hold it back. After scratching it a few times, the pustules inside were ulcerated and watery, and the pain was so painful that I hurriedly found some rags to wrap it up.Even so, this hand still has to go against the pain to wash vegetables and rice.

At Chenshi, in Pingkang, the road was covered by white snow, and the slender Changshengsheng was stepped on a winding path, leading to the Changchun Courtyard.

Zhao Minglang's blue and white coat was covered with a white coat, and the neckline of the cloak was made of snow-white fox fur. He was majestic and blended into the white snow. He walked into the Changchun Courtyard with the wind under his feet, and went straight to the second floor. Today It was the day they agreed on.

Pushing open the door, she saw An Rong sitting in front of the vanity mirror, rubbing a piece of jade pendant with her fingers, meditating secretly.

"An Rong." She closed the door and entered the room.

"Is it time?"

"It's almost time, if you go late, you won't meet the Shen family."

An Rong carefully put the jade into the drawer, stood up, the clothes were already neatly dressed, gently picked up the cloak from the wooden hanger, and put it on herself, "Let's go."

When she went downstairs, Aunt Mei was waiting for guests in the lobby. She saw the two walking slowly and strangely, she smiled along with her face, and asked casually, "Young Master Zhao, I want to take Hua Ling out to play." See If it seems to be casual, it is actually his own little calculation. If this master takes Hua Ling away, it will be difficult for Mr. Liang to explain this matter. He must ask clearly about this matter.

Zhao Minglang raised his eyebrows, and smiled crookedly at the corners of his mouth, "Treading the snow to find plum blossoms, one must be accompanied by a beautiful woman."

An Rong bowed slightly at the side, "Mom, I will enjoy the winter scenery with Mr. Zhao, and I will be back soon."

Aunt Mei smiled so much that the flesh on her face was almost overflowing, she rolled her eyes, she was looking for plums in the snow, and I will help you add another companion.

"Xia He, go and call Ah Qi here." After giving the order, he turned to the two of them, "I'll let Ah Qi follow you, there must be a stepping device for getting on and off the carriage, and there must be a servant for things like luggage. Let me tell you, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, so I can pick a few branches so he can help hold them."

Zhao Minglang put on a fake smile, "So, thank you, Aunt Mei."

Ah Qi walked to the lobby, and saw that the two men were dressed in brocade clothes, full of nobility, and she was only wearing a thin jacket with a thick gray belt tied around her waist. Without making a sound, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, he walked up to Aunt Mei.

"Ah Qi, Mr. Ling and Mr. Zhao are going to go out for a walk in the snow today, and you stay with them, and you must take good care of them both." Eyes narrowed and opened a slit, looking carefully at Zhao and An.

"Yeah." Ah Qi nodded blankly.

Just like that, the three of them walked outside the museum. The street was paved with thick layers of snow, and the snow was silvery white, illuminating the whole sky in white. Ah Qi hurried forward, bent over and arched her body, An Rong's eyes moved for a moment, then disappeared, stepped on the man's hard back and stepped into the carriage, Zhao Minglang did the same.

Ah Qi straightened up, and just about to step into the carriage, the person inside raised the curtain and looked indifferently, "This horse is too small to bear four people, so you follow the carriage." After speaking, the curtain of the carriage dropped, separating the world.

Ah Qi's eyes dimmed, it should be, he was just a servant, not fit to sit in a carriage, rubbed his hands together vigorously, and then put them to his mouth to breathe some heat, it was very cold in December.

The carriage was moving, and because of the snow on the road, the wheels of the cart were slightly sunken, and the horse was walking very slowly. Ah Qi's white-soled black-faced shoes were covered with snow, and they were a little wet after going back and forth. His feet felt cold, and Ah Qi curled up. Touching my toes, I still feel the bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Minglang lifted the curtain of the car and saw the man shivering in the cold wind following the carriage outside, he glanced at it for a while, then lowered the curtain, "What's wrong with that man?" That man, he almost killed that turtle slave last time.

At this moment, An Rong was resting with his eyes closed. Hearing his question, he suddenly opened his eyes like ink, and said calmly, "He's a servant. If he doesn't walk, is it possible that he still rides in a car?"

The sedan chair was suddenly quiet, Zhao Minglang didn't make fun of himself, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, but An Rong felt a little flustered, opened the curtain, and saw Ah Qi staggeringly following the carriage, his lips were purple with holes, and he was still wearing his patch The Jiaao, shrinking his head, became more and more glaring, he paused in his heart, put down the curtain, closed his eyes with a gloomy complexion, not thinking about anything else, so as to rest.

The carriage moved slowly, and it didn't take long to reach the foot of Qingting Mountain. The groom stopped, Ah Qi hurriedly bent over, Zhao Minglang glanced at him, passed Ah Qi, and jumped down from the side. And An Rong hesitated for a while, but still stepped on Ah Qi's back, this kick was so strong that Ah Qi's body shook unconsciously.

This is a majestic and tall mountain range, the whole mountain is covered with white snow, looking from the bottom to the top, it is a piece of towering white snow, so unclean.Taoran Temple is halfway up the mountain. The road up the mountain was repaired by the government in the early years, so it is still wide and not steep. It is just the distance from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside. It may take a long time to walk. It is estimated that it will be noon to reach the temple. .

The three of them walked up the mountain path step by step. Perhaps the temple was full of incense, and the snow on this path had already been trampled out, and a solid path was carved out.

Zhao Minglang is from a family of martial arts, and he has practiced martial arts since he was a child. Although An Rong looks like a weak scholar, his martial arts accomplishments are not inferior to Zhao Minglang's, so it didn't take much effort for the two of them to have light kung fu on their feet.On the other hand, Ah Qi, although he was used to rough work, the mountain road was too far away, and he was out of breath just halfway through, but the two people in front were relaxed, and they had already left him a long way away.

"An Rong, wait for him later."

An and Zhao stood on the mountain path, waiting for Ah Qi who was not far away. Ah Qi was a slave, so he dared not keep his master waiting for a long time. He took a deep breath and quickened his pace. When he caught up with those two, the whole The body of the person seemed to be falling apart, gasping for breath.An Rong glanced at the man from the corner of his eye—sweat dripped from his forehead, his mouth was slightly open, and sweat was dripping from his exposed neck, and he felt itchy all of a sudden, so he didn't open his eyes to look at him.

The three of them walked for a long time before they arrived at Taoran Temple. There were quite a lot of pilgrims who came to offer incense on the first day of the lunar new year. Zhao Minglang looked around to see if there were any officials and family members dressed in rich and noble clothes.Walking in the courtyard, walking around in the temple, an old man in a monk's robe is sitting under a towering old tree, and there is a wooden table in front of the table, which is surrounded by pilgrims who are going up the mountain to worship Buddha.

An Rong didn't like the excitement, so he only glanced at the old man briefly. The coarse cloth and rags, the snow on the treetops, fell on the old man's hair, blending with the gray hair, and his face was peaceful.

Who knows-

"The benefactor in front."

An Rong had already walked out of the crowd, but turned around, the old man met his eyes kindly, and nodded slightly to them, An Rong knew that he was calling himself.

An Rong walked over, and consciously made way out of the crowd, the old man had a gentle smile on his face like Maitreya Buddha, "Can I show the palmistry of the benefactor."

An Rong spread out his left hand calmly, but Zhao Minglang who was at the side was very excited, thinking that An Rong had a destiny with the Buddha, and got advice from an eminent monk.

The old man carefully looked at the palm prints and smiled. He should have a clear understanding of the mundane affairs of the world. "Amitabha." In the end, it paid off.”

Zhao Minglang was secretly startled, he didn't expect that this old man really had two skills, he summed up An Rong's life experience in a few simple sentences.Since the old man is so supernatural, why don't you let him test An Rong's marriage, and thought, "Master, can you help him test the marriage again?"

"This benefactor's sky pattern extends from the little finger to the middle finger, and bends down, mostly in the form of love and infatuation." The old man smiled deeper, took a deep breath, and said in a deep breath, "Sorrow and joy are all related to one person, great sorrow, great joy, you will know At that time, the way was normal, benefactor, you should take care of the person in front of you."

Ah Qi on the side listened attentively, but he heard the words of the eminent monk, he was illiterate, so naturally he didn't understand the meaning of the words, his thoughts flew away, he had already flown to other places, and landed in the That place is lying on the little yellow dog in the snow.

On the other hand, Zhao Minglang suppressed the smile in his eyes, and winked triumphantly at An Rong, An Rong gave him a blank look, and the three of them left the fortune-telling booth.

"How about it? Even the master taught you to cherish the person in front of you. That little girl from the Mu family is clearly destined for you."

Ah Qi was looking at the puppy, but when he heard what Zhao Minglang said, for some reason, the ghostly girl who disguised herself as a man suddenly flashed in his mind, her appearance was blurred Ah Qi couldn't remember clearly, but he couldn't forget her That sweet and crisp "Brother An Rong", the little sister of the Mu family that Mr. Zhao was talking about should be her.His eyes dimmed, and Ah Qi felt a little sad for a while, but his face still had that silly expression, no one would see his little thoughts.

"Let's go, don't forget the purpose of our trip." An Rong's clear voice, like the cry of an empty mountain, echoed in this white and pure land of Buddhism.

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Thank you Linyuan for not being envious of Yumeizi, Zhang Zhang all commented, my little transparency is so touching that I would cry to death ==

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