Biography of Xi Shan

Su Lingling was lying on a haystack, the windows were in disrepair for a long time and there was some air leakage, the rustling cold wind came in through the gaps, cooling her body a little bit.

She leaned against the corner of the wall and hugged her knees and sat up slowly. Tears kept streaming down her eyes. She wiped the tears with her dirty sleeves, and stared at the ground with bitter and cold eyes.

Su Lingling naturally had resentment towards Su Qisheng, but Su Qisheng was her father, no matter how much she resented him, she would not hate him to the bone. Over time, this resentment was transferred to other people.

Su Lingling gritted her teeth and thought, why is God so unfair? She was born better than Jing Ji, but her life was not as good as his since she was a child. Is it because she is a woman?

If she had the opportunity to practice martial arts and become a generation of heroines, would these people, including her father, dislike her as a woman?

Just thinking about it, Su Lingling felt that the future was gloomy, and despair and pain surrounded her tightly.

Suddenly there was a conversation between the two at the door, and then the door lock was opened, and a slim woman pushed the door in. She lowered her eyebrows and smiled, gentle and moving.

She walked towards herself slowly, holding a quilt in her hands and a food box hanging on her wrist.

Su Lingling retreated warily.

It was Ye Qiao who came. When she went to clean up the dishes in Chen Daozhen's room today, Jing Ji secretly asked her to prepare bedding and food for Su Lingling. If you didn't hear it, then naturally you must have agreed.

Ye Qiao faintly felt a sense of crisis. From her point of view, this young man named Jing Ji has only been here for a day. Although he looks ordinary, he has some tricks. Otherwise, how could he coax the young master to easily spare the girl who set fire ?

What's more, the young master seemed to like this young man very much, and this liking had even reached a weird level... This was the first time she saw who the young master slept with.

Ye Qiao shook her head, put aside the messy thoughts in her head, smiled gently at Su Lingling, and said, "Miss Su, eat something."

Su Lingling stared at her warily.

Ye Qiao smiled generously and said, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Jing asked me to send these things."

"I won't eat!" Su Lingling suddenly shouted excitedly, and pushed away Ye Qiao who was squatting in front of her.

Ye Qiao was pushed and sat on the ground all of a sudden, looking at Su Lingling in surprise.

Su Lingling panted angrily, and said to herself: "Why do I not have what he has, and I will eat these when he eats well, why...why I can't practice martial arts... "

Ye Qiao frowned slightly, then smiled softly, and said something in his words: "Sometimes you treat yourself badly, and that's what makes loved ones hurt enemies." Ye Qiao patted Su Lingling's hand lightly.

Su Lingling was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Qiao squarely, and asked, "Sister, who are you?"

Ye Qiao said: "My name is Ye Qiao, and I am the maidservant of the Young Sect Master."

Su Lingling frowned, isn't that just a slave?

Ye Qiao put the quilt over her body, took out food from the food box and placed it in front of her.

Ye Qiao knew that Su Lingling was looking at him, but he remained motionless, pretending not to notice.

Su Lingling saw that although Ye Qiao was a maidservant, she was elegantly dressed, with a beautiful jade hairpin on her head, she said she was a servant, but she was much better than her, look at her desolate appearance now.

Ye Qiao comforted her and said: "Don't worry, I hit you off right away. In fact, my words carry some weight in front of the young master. Even if Mr. Jing doesn't think of a way for you, I will definitely persuade the young master to let you go."

Su Lingling looked at her gratefully, tears streaming down her cheeks, she said sourly: "Sister Ye, you are the first good person I met after I came out."

Ye Qiao comforted her a few more words, and waited for her to gobble up her meal before going out with the food box.

Su Lingling was wrapped tightly in the quilt, and seeing Ye Qiao's leaving back, she finally felt a little more relaxed, and her fear dissipated.

Ye Qiao turned his back to her with a sneer smile, and Shi Shi ran away.

***

There was a heavy snowfall in the middle of the night last night, the roof was covered with white snow, and the eaves were covered with transparent icicles. The temperature dropped a lot overnight, and many people woke up from the cold in their sleep. They got up in the middle of the night to add quilts .

It was just dawn, the sun was swaying and unwilling to rise, and the north wind whizzed past, bringing a burst of icy chill.

Ye Qiao put on a red thick padded jacket. She has a beautiful figure, and she doesn't look bulky in the thick clothes.

With a pot of hot water in her hand, she softly pushed open the door of Chen Daozhen's room.

Chen Daozhen seldom needed someone to wait on him. Apart from washing clothes, Ye Qiao only needed to deliver some hot water every day. Other than that, Chen Daozhen never used her around, and Ye Qiao was also deeply moved by this.

Ye Qiao pushed open the door, and was surprised to find that Chen Daozhen hadn't gotten up yet.

In the past, Chen Daozhen always lived a rigid life. When to get up, when to practice martial arts, when to eat, and when to go to sleep, everything was fixed and fixed without delay.

Ye Qiao has served him for ten years, and he has never seen him sleep in late.

After Ye Qiao put down the hot water, she hesitated for a moment and looked sideways at the direction of the bed. The bed curtain fell to the ground, tightly covering the scene inside.

Ye Qiao frowned, walked two steps closer and said softly, "Master, it's time to get up."

The bed curtain was lifted a little, Ye Qiao took a step back suddenly, she couldn't see the movement inside clearly, only saw Chen Daozhen's cold eyes like a knife glanced at her, that seemingly indifferent glance surprised her Break out in a cold sweat.

Ye Qiao consciously lost his composure and hurriedly left the room.

She walked out of the room, sweat dripping down her face.

Chen Daozhen patted Jing Ji on the back, and whispered to the young man who was about to wake up in a daze: "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

Jing Ji didn't get enough sleep at first, turned over and pressed on Chen Daozhen, wrapped his arms around his neck and fell into a deep sleep again.

When Jing Ji woke up, the two of them didn't get up immediately, they hugged each other and chatted a lot of love words.

When he got out of bed, the water Ye Qiao brought was half cold, Jing Ji washed his face with cold water, he was shivering from the cold, but his spirit was very refreshed.

Chen Daozhen rubbed his head with a light and soft smile.

After many years, I suddenly recall today, and the good times are still in my eyes.

***

After breakfast, Chen Daozhen went to work on his own. Jing Ji wandered around the Wuji School by himself, and happened to meet a drunkard lazily appearing at the other end of the corridor.

The drunkard obviously saw him too, and walked towards Jing Ji with a big laugh, and asked, "Why are you alone? Didn't my little master accompany you?"

"Senior brother Chen must be very busy, so I won't bother him, I'll go around alone."

The drunkard head laughed and said: "Then bother me, old drunkard, let's go, Brother Jiu will show you around."

Jing Ji was very happy, thanked him and followed behind the drunkard head.

The drunkard glared at him and scolded, "Why do you thank me? What's the relationship between us?"

Jing Ji chuckled: "Brother Jiu, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"That's about the same." The drunkard head took him around the Wujizong and introduced some people to him. Although Jing Ji was a little older, she was still very shy and couldn't speak to strangers. After a few words, I was at a loss for words.

The drunkard head saw that he was very restrained, so he took him to another place.

The two wandered all the way, and gradually came to a remote place, where there were bare branches as far as the eye could see.

Jing Ji craned his neck to take a look, and exclaimed, "Why are there so many vines?"

The drunkard pouted his mouth, rolled his eyes and said, "Who knows, my little master ordered people to plant them, and they won't eat them. Let the grapes rot when they are ripe, but I don't think they taste good either. The melons and fruits in Changming Prefecture are never sweet."

Jing Ji's brows and eyes were full of smiles, he gently stroked the rough branches, and muttered: "Of course I won't eat them, it's all mine, mine alone."

"What's yours alone?"

Jing Ji smiled and said, "Senior Brother Chen belongs to me alone."

The drunkard couldn't help laughing, it's just this stupid thing who cares about his little master.

"Brother Jing, let's go back, I still have something to do here."

"Brother Jiu, go back first, I will stay here for a while, don't worry, I remember the way."

Seeing him staring at the vine like a baby, the drunkard was puzzled, so he said, "Okay, then I'll take a step first."

Jing Ji still remembers eating grapes when he was a child. On that day, when Zhou Ce took a rest, he really asked him to pick grapes together. Jing Ji was greedy for grapes, but thought that Chen Daozhen also liked them, so he only wanted to pick grapes to beg Chen. Dao is really happy.

In those few days, Jing Ji was inseparable from Chen Daozhen, and he never knew Chen Daozhen before he went to pick grapes with Zhou Ce, which caused Chen Daozhen to wait for him all day.

Even though Chen Daozhen was furious at him that day, he still coaxed him afterwards and promised to plant a large vine for him so that he could eat grapes anytime.

How could he understand the complicated emotions when he was young, all he knew was that he had offended Senior Brother Chen, and Senior Brother Chen would actually make him happy in turn.

Thinking of the past, Jing Ji's heart was bitter but warm, Chen Daozhen had always paid for him, and he fulfilled even the smallest promises one by one.

Being able to fall in love with Chen Daozhen is probably the luckiest thing in his life.

Jing Ji wandered around after leaving the grape grove, and came here inadvertently. He happened to see Zhao Peiran playing chess with him, so he asked, "Brother Peiran, are you playing chess?"

Zhao Peiran held a chess piece in his hand, raised his head with a smile and said, "Why is Xiaojing here? Sit down." Zhao Peiran pointed to the stone bench in front of him.

Zhao Peiran said: "Will you come down?"

Jing Ji shook his head with a bitter face, "I don't know how to play chess, not at all."

Zhao Peiran's smile is gentle and elegant, like the warm sun in winter, it can easily give people a reliable sense of stability.

Zhao Peiran said: "Last time at the Martial Arts Conference, I saw that you brothers and sisters have a very good relationship. Do you feel a little deserted here this year for the Chinese New Year?"

"It's not as lively as the Xishan School here, but I'm also very happy to be able to celebrate the New Year with Senior Brother Chen." Jing Ji stared at the chess pieces for a long time without seeing why.

Jing Ji raised his head to look at Zhao Peiran, and said casually, "You should have a good relationship with your seniors, too."

"Why do you say that?" Zhao Peiran dropped a child.

Jing Ji blinked, pointed to the chessboard and asked, "Will I disturb you?"

Zhao Peiran shook his head with a smile, "It's okay, I was just killing time, Xiaojing, go ahead."

Jing Ji propped his chin, and said, "I think you have such a good temper, the brothers must all like you."

"Am I good-tempered?" Zhao Peiran smiled, "Is it because I'm always smiling?"

For some reason, Jing Ji felt that there was something in Zhao Peiran's words. Although there was still a warm smile on his face, it couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

Jing Ji scratched his face with his fingers, and said seriously: "I think you are somewhat similar to my master."

Zhao Peiran hurriedly said: "Don't dare, Senior Liu is a hero of the world, how dare I compare with him?"

Jing Ji chuckled, and said, "My master has a good temper as an old man, and he always smiles. Sometimes our brothers and sisters get into trouble, and the master always treats us lightly, which is not as strict as the elder brother. .”

Zhao Peiran listened to him with a smile and gentle eyes.

Jing Ji lowered his head listlessly, fiddled with the cracks on the stone table, and said pitifully, "I miss my master and the others so much."

"You really haven't grown up yet." Zhao Peiran shook his head with a smile, and continued to play.If Liu Muyan didn't have some means, how could he manage the huge Xishan faction well, and how could he hold a place in this treacherous arena.

Zhao Peiran looked at Jing Ji with both envy and worry, envy that he has a pure heart, and also envy that he can only look at the surface of everything, so all he sees is the good side.

However, what Zhao Peiran is worried about is that one day this young man will grow up, and he will see clearly some hidden truths, and he will see clearly the essence of Chen Daozhen.And then, how will his deeply affectionate senior brother hold on to himself.

It's just that Zhao Peiran never imagined that this day is close at hand.