Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

People who live in peace without striving for a good life, people who don't know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace, are like people who will blow their hair when encountering things.He chuckled, the aristocratic family has been safe for too long, and it really has slowly decayed inside.

But, this is a good thing.

He curled up a faint smile, and casually stretched out his hand to grab a maid: "What are you doing here? Aren't you going to find Tantai Qingyan?"

The servant girl was obviously frightened by his indifferent address to Tantai Qingyan, she was stunned for a moment before answering in a low voice, her eyes cautiously tested Song Jing's expression: "We have been there, but the owner said that Lancai is the personal maid of Master Chunshui, Then leave it to the young master."

"Are you looking for Tantai Chunshui?"

"No no." The servant girl shook her head, "Master Chunshui is still resting, we dare not disturb him."

Song Jing was surprised that Tantai Chunshui, who was diligent in practicing, was still sleeping at this time?So what's wrong with him?

He glanced at the people coming and going in the corridor: "Then what are you doing?"

"The head of the family asked us to carry Lancai's body to Master Chunshui's yard, and deal with it after Master Chunshui wakes up." The servant girl looked sad, "Although it is snowing, we want to keep Lancai's body intact. There is a chance to bury the dead flowers."

Burial of residual flowers.Song Jing's mind came up with the records in the "Anecdote", once a monk died, if he was buried immediately, and the essence of hundreds of flowers was collected to infuse the body, the body would not rot and the appearance would not be damaged.After the essence of hundreds of flowers is extracted, the flowers fall to red and wither silently, which is called the burial of residual flowers.This is the main way of burial in the practice world.

But if the placement of the corpse is delayed and the entrance of the whole body's spiritual energy is closed, then the essence of hundreds of flowers will be useless to it.

Lancai died in the night, if you want to bury the remains with flowers, you must arrange them quickly.Now, in order to allow the spring water to be treated, it has to be parked in the yard.The servants are all mortals who are useless in cultivation and have only meager spiritual power, so they can only take turns to cast the lowest level of freezing spells to ensure that Lancai's corpse does not rot.

Basically all the servants who have less important things in their hands have come here.Xia Yu looked at the servants who were taking turns. After exhausting all their spiritual energy, they rushed back to the place of work. Although they were still worried and scared, they came to do their last bit.

The changed gentle blue color seems to be very popular.

Xia Yu smiled softly against the background of white snow, and comforted: "I'll go, at least I can wait until Tantai Chunshui rises."

The maid looked up in surprise, and smiled gratefully at Xia Yu: "Thank you so much."

"No need." Xia Yu's eyes were soft, and she took Song Jing's hand a little faster, "Let's go quickly."

Really kind guy.Song Jing dragged her limp legs, basically relying on Xia Yu, and got closer and closer to Tantai Chunshui's residence.

34 White Snow Red Plum

更新时间2010-4-1720:23:33字数：3770

Next to Chunshui's yard is a large bamboo forest, and the green colors are faintly visible in the white snow.The bamboo is tall and strong, and the blade-like bamboo leaves carry the thick snow without bending a little.The sound of falling snow came from the depths of the bamboo grove, making the small courtyard where Chunshui lived more quiet.

There is a bamboo stretcher parked in the courtyard, on which is the dead body of Lancai.

Because of the constant casting of freezing spells by the surrounding people, thicker snowflakes have accumulated on the basket that has been parked for a while than the surrounding ones. Song Jing looked over this way, and could see a blurry outline protruding from the snow-white ground. Probably personal appearance.

They didn't approach, and waved their hands to let the servants around go away, Xia Yu began to take over the servants, a simple high-level freezing spell, probably can maintain the state until Tantai Chunshui wakes up.

The maids and male servants around were stunned for a while, then turned to Xia Yu, bowed solemnly, and left quietly without saying a word, leaving chaotic footprints overlapping around the yard, especially conspicuous in the snow.

"They went back?" Xia Yu was a little emotional, "In the past few months, everyone has liked her very much."

"Probably." Song Jing waved his hand at Xia Yu, "Go and pick some fruits, please? I think I'm hungry again."

"You are here alone..." Xia Yu looked at him worriedly, "Is that okay? How about I send you back first."

Song Jing raised her eyebrows: "Could it be that I don't even have the strength to stand? I'm not that weak, okay? I want to see how Tantai Chunshui handles the basket color."

He continued, exaggerating his distress on purpose: "But if I don't have enough to eat, I will probably pass out."

Xia Yu was helpless, knowing that he was lying, but still——

"I'll go. Be careful and wait for me to come back."

"Enen." Song Jing nodded, being cared for strictly. Although it was a bit awkward, the inner peace really existed.

Xia Yu made it clear and left here quickly, hoping to come back quickly.

Moving slowly, Song Jing stood still under the wall not far from the door, ten steps away was Lancai's body.Quietly buried under the snow, yesterday's smile is like a crystal flower in a mirror, disappearing with the broken mirror.

God jealous beauty?

This word popped up in Song Jing's mind, did Shu Jinxiu kill her?In order to hit Tantai Chunshui?

No solution.Song Jing sighed slightly, looked up at the sky that was about to brighten, the sun hadn't come out yet, but the light had already arrived.

Inlaid in the field of vision is the pure and clear sky. A branch of plum blossoms on the wall slantly cuts through the sky. The bright red plum blossoms are sparse, clear and thin, stained with crystal snowflakes, clean and clean.

Looking at the plum blossoms in full bloom in the heavy snow last night, Song Jing unconsciously smiled.

Some fragments flashed through his mind, his elder brother Xiao Baili, or Wu Baili, the slender fingers that are so transparent that you can see the light blue blood vessels, spread out under the bright white sky, probably the same kind Such as proud plum blossoming in the snow, noble and pure.

Wu Baili, brother.

Song Jing lowered her eyes leisurely, this world that has nothing to do with her, she can no longer slowly examine it with the eyes of an outsider.A little bit, inadvertently pulling myself to establish various connections.Intimate, hateful, longing.

Song Jing is still Song Jing, but it is no longer the Song Jing of the original world.

He leaned against the wall and thought carefully, when suddenly he heard the door of Chunshui's room open with a creak.

Chunshui and Lancai have been together since the time of picking flowers.Song Jing suddenly thought of the picture of the sad young master bowing his head and kissing the flowery girl under the shade of peach blossoms. The lightness and beauty are like a picture scroll of otherworldly fireworks.However, ten months later, the girl in the painting was lying in the snow, and the boy in the painting was only ten steps away from her. Perhaps in the next moment, he would have to accept the fact that heaven and man are forever separated.

Song Jing breathed lightly and did not speak, her gaze fell on Tantai Chunshui who had been avoiding deliberately or had been avoided for nearly ten months.

He is 17 years old, tall and thin, with a hunched back, as if bearing a heavy burden all the time, unable to straighten his waist.Wearing a white gown, all his clothes are light-colored, plain and plain like others, simple and pure, even sadness is a single color, not mixed with other things.

"Basket color." Tantai Chunshui stood at the door and called softly, but he couldn't see the usual person who was waiting by the side early.

"Basketball color." He called again, with a bad premonition faintly spreading in his heart.The hidden worry came suddenly, but it came so definitely.There is a telepathy between the monk and the heaven and the earth, something must be wrong.

The eyes are dim, as if covered with layers of dark veils, and nothing can be seen clearly.

Chun Shui blinked his eyes, his skin touched the cold air outside, and the thin fluttering snow particles floated down the eaves lightly, and the snowflakes that fluttered into the eaves fell on Chun Shui's pale cheeks, and melted on his warm skin. water drop.

"It's snowing." He murmured in a low voice, opened his eyes wide and looked up to the horizon. At this time, the sky was white and bright, and the dark shadows in his vision began to gradually fade. "Is it going to be sunny?" Chun Shui A bright light suddenly appeared on the sad and silent face, and the silent eyes were so clear and dazzling in an instant.

"There is still time." Chunshui suddenly raised his foot and walked out eagerly. Although he couldn't see the road ahead, relying on his perception of the surrounding atmosphere, he still walked steadily. Stepped on without leaving a trace.

Song Jing looked at Chun Shui's abrupt behavior, and hurried out before washing up, was she looking for baskets?

Suddenly, he met a pair of foggy eyes, eyes without focus, dim and obscure, although he was walking forward, his eyes did not move at all.The basket color ten steps away is covered with thick snowflakes, connecting with the snow.However, Chun Shui didn't see it, Wei Wei hunched his body and walked towards the exit in his memory, with the basket on his only way.

his eyes...

Song Jing thought of Xi Zuihua, who started the dispute between the two. Deprived of the five senses, is vision first?

Watching Chun Shui approaching Lan Cai's body, Song Jing wanted him to stop, but he leaned against the wall and felt extremely powerless, unable to move, as if waiting for the final moment, he pursed his lips tightly, thinking in his heart counting—

One step, two steps, three steps...

……

seven steps...

eight steps...

Nine steps...

Song Jing squinted her eyes, staring at Chun Shui's last step over the head of Lancai's body. Do you want to use the air defense technique to fly over?Will you notice?

Spring water stopped.

The feeling of emptiness became more obvious, as if there was a strong sadness coming from under his feet.A grief that cannot be ignored.

He lowered his head, but the sky hadn't completely brightened yet, under such light, the scenery everywhere he saw was the same