I see the snow

In a courtyard thousands of miles away.

Unlike Chifengguan, which has a large temperature difference and dry climate, this place lives in the hinterland of Shengyang, and the winter is humid and pure.

Layers of eaves are elegantly arranged, and ice edges hang upside down under the eaves.

In the early morning, the icicles melted slightly, and drops of water dripped down.

Outside the pavilion, there is a boy holding a broom, sweeping the snow with a "shuashua".

"Brother Yan, why are you kneeling here?"

A colleague who passed by passed by the corridor, looked at the figure kneeling in the courtyard, and said with a smile.

It was about a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, wearing a silver mask, covering a quarter of his face.

The kneeling figure is straight and straight, like a beautiful young poplar.

"Master is not angry with you overnight."

The same door whispered: "Your Majesty will come later, you take advantage of Master's pleasure and make a good mistake, and Master will turn the page."

After a pause, he sighed again, and the same door continued: "You, don't mess around again next time... Master is not in good health, how much did he get angry because of you? You should feel sorry for him."

The boy with the silver mask remained silent, and his fellow disciples wanted to persuade him again, but a cold and sharp voice suddenly came from inside the room:

"Have you finished the morning class? With so much talk, why don't you go to Shanyoutang and copy "Guiguzi" twice."

The same door opened his eyes wide and glared at Yan Jin:

Master is awake and you don't tell me! ?

Yan Jin didn't move, but bowed straight to the direction of the paper sliding door, and his indifferent expression just now melted instantly, leaving only obedience and guilt, and he yelled in a low voice:

"Master."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the fellow doorman immediately ran back in small steps, the room was quiet for a moment, and only heard a very light sigh.

Then, that person asked softly:

"Do you know it wrong?"

Yan Jin replied, "I know I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Disciple should not contact Junior Brother Zhao privately."

Yan Jin replied honestly: "Guan Xing Pavilion does not participate in the affairs of the government and the public. He has been expelled from the sect. He is from Wang Weiliang's side."

However, when the words fell, there was no sound in the room for a long time.

Yan Jin called tentatively, "Master?"

"wrong."

After a long time, the young master of Guanxing Pavilion spoke softly and said in a low voice: "Your fault is that you shouldn't use such an evil method to use Sheng Yang's people as pawns to test King Liang Cheng's bottom line. You know, they're people. People like you and me."

The boy with the silver mask didn't speak, but his eyes hidden under the silver mask were full of depression after being reprimanded.

After another moment of silence, probably because he couldn't bear to see the young man being blamed like this after all, the young master of Guanxing Pavilion sighed softly, couldn't help coughing again, and said intermittently:

"Bring over my medicine for today, and take Jiujiu to play."

The boy with the silver mask raised his head, only to see the paper sliding door in front of him open a small crack, and a beautiful little orange fox squeezed out from the room.

It kicked its limbs, jumped into the arms of the silver-masked boy, and knocked his mask lightly.

Yan Jin couldn't help laughing, rubbed its head: "Jiujiu."

The little fox who had been following the young master of Guanxing Pavilion was obviously very familiar with the silver-faced boy, and acted like a baby while rubbing his chin.

During the interval between the two of them being intimate, there was another rustling sound in the room, obviously the people in the room were tired and lay down again.

Yan Jin turned his head and looked over, only to see a piece of snow-white clothes with blue lines caught in the gap that was opened just now.

……

The howling outside Chifeng Pass continued.

A deputy general once "shared his worries" for Qin Yi, and arrested dozens of women, children and the elderly without authorization, threatening them not to cry anymore.

As a result, the woman crashed to death on the spot under the wall, her head was bleeding, and her eyes could not be closed, and the rest of them cried even more vigorously.

But the next day, the woman's child didn't come again——

Maybe it was like what they said, after receiving the golden plant from Wang Weiliang, even if the family had no parents, they finally had a chance to survive.

In this way, the widows of the rest of Sheng Yang's family were immediately strengthened, crying faintly under Liang Chengcheng.

"Daoist Yun Yin will take more than ten days to arrive."

The servant looked sad, looked at Mu Ziling whose injury was getting worse and worse, and said, "Your Majesty, what should I do?"

Qin Yi pinched the mountain root on the bridge of his nose, and asked in a hoarse voice for a long time:

"How did you go about what you did?"

The servant nodded: "It's almost there, probably we can get it together tonight."

Qin Yi said: "Okay. Then try the solitary method tomorrow, whether it will work or not."

One day ago, Qin Yi ordered everyone in the army to find fresh dead bodies and cut off their tongues.

Collect them within two days and present them in cloth bags.

Everyone was confused and couldn't figure out what his idea was.

But the so-called "Holy Will" cannot be guessed at will.

On the second day, when the sky was bright, Qin Yi personally led the people to the tower.

As usual, many people were burning paper and sobbing downstairs, so that the smell of paper ashes could be smelled on the tower.

A general who had been fighting with Qin Yi for many years stood behind Qin Yi, coughed from choking, frowned and cursed repeatedly:

"A bunch of untouchables!"

Qin Yi didn't speak, and the servants waited for Qin Yi's instructions.

At this time, it was around [-] o'clock, and Sheng Yang, who had been cursing all night, was a little tired.

Only intermittent whimpering remained.

"Do you want to do it?"

A servant asked softly, "Everyone is almost here."

Qin Yi stared at the small white flowers in the widow's black hair, the thin paper petals trembled slightly in the smoke.

He closed his eyes:

"...do it!"

The gate of the city was opened wide in an instant, and all Liang Cheng's soldiers were dispatched to catch those children, pull them away from the woman, and carry them into the city.

"What happened!"

The children burst into tears, and the women panicked, trying to snatch the children back.

However, women and old people, how could they be the opponents of strong and strong soldiers. In just a moment, the children were all snatched into the city.

Qin Yi walked down the tower slowly, guarded by a group of attendants, and paced in front of everyone.

"This is Liang Cheng's city, Liang Cheng's camp."

Qin Yi glanced slowly across the faces of the crowd, and said hoarsely, "If you come to curse and harass, five children's tongues will be cut off and hung on the city wall every day."

Qin Yi's facial features are handsome and tough, and he was raised in the palace well since childhood, and his every move and gesture is full of imperial air.

At this time, although he was only wearing a strong suit with a wrist-wrapped collar and a fox fur cloak hastily draped over it, when he lowered his face, he looked quite cold and stern.

"In 20 days."

Qin Yi stared at the crowd, and said coldly: "Nothing happened, I will let them go home again."

Everyone looked at each other, a woman and child looked at him, muttered for a while, and said with red eyes:

"...You, how can you act like this!"

"You disregard human life, and you still want to attack children."

She shouted: "Didn't you say that King Liang never hurt women, children and children? What kind of benevolent king are you?"

Qin Yi bent his lips, laughed, and jokingly said:

"You may not understand--something like Renjun, you just do it when you want to be it, and you don't want to be it when you don't want to be it."

"Since you are the son of heaven, even if you do whatever you want, no one dares to say 'no'. How could you be threatened by you and other untouchables like this?"

"..."

Everyone looked at him resentfully, hating to the bone, but also speechless.

Qin Yi stared at one of the women whose eyes were already red and about to burst into tears, raised his eyebrows, and said:

"Your husband died at Liang Chengren's hands?"

The wind and sand outside Chifeng Pass was blowing loudly, and the woman's temple hair was all messed up, only a pair of red and swollen eyes stared at Qin Yi with hatred.

She responded, and Qin Yi asked again: "Just him?"

"Yes!"

Everyone didn't know what Qin Yi's idea was, Qin Yi said: "Okay, Liu Chao!"

A man stood up from the guards, and Qin Yi said: "His father and brother died at the hands of you Sheng Yang, and you Sheng Yang owed him two lives."

Without moving his eyes, he immediately shouted: "Then, let him ask you to ask for it back today!"

The woman was startled, and before she even came back to her senses, there was a sudden cry of a child behind the city gate, and a bloody tongue was thrown out.

The woman stared at the lump of meat, was stunned for a few seconds, then burst into a wailing cry, and rushed into the city recklessly.

Qin Yi looked at it coldly, and motioned to the guards:

"Let her in. Go in, and immediately cut off your son's head and throw it in front of you!"

The woman's body froze, and a pair of red and swollen tearful eyes looked at Qin Yi with hatred, but Qin Yi turned a blind eye.

"Gu today will tell you a truth."

Qin Yi's voice was not high, but he said unexpectedly calmly: "In troubled times, power is more important than law and reason. Don't try to threaten people who are stronger than you with morality, otherwise the only thing you have is a way to settle accounts with you. "

"Extinguish all these fires, and throw Mingqian under Shengyang City."

Qin Yi glanced at the piles of papers around him, and ordered: "The crowd disperses, and if anyone starts a dispute again, they will all be killed, and the corpses will be dragged to the dogs."

The old men and women dared not speak out, they could only stare at him silently and full of hatred.

... The so-called Liang Chengming Lord, the so-called Liang Chengming Lord, is this what he looks like! ?

"Is there anything else to say?"

Qin Yi asked as if nothing had happened.

No one responded, Qin Yi smiled coldly, took one last look at them, and said nothing more.Shaking his sleeves, he said:

"Back to the city."

In the afternoon, those old men and women were still wandering around under the city wall. Although they stopped cursing, they refused to leave.

Qin Yi frowned and said in a low voice:

"Throw down the things you prepared in advance."

The servants shook the bag, and a few pieces of meat fell to the ground. The widows screamed and rushed over to grope tearfully.

"If you don't leave, you will cut five more pieces tomorrow!"

The guard yelled.

The widows raised their heads with hatred, Qin Yi remained expressionless.

A few of them got together, murmured and discussed for a while, and finally, they left without looking back.

Qin Yi looked at the white paper flower that was far away from the woman's temple, his eyes were silent, and he didn't speak for a long time.

His method had an effect, but Qin Yi was not in a happy mood——

This is an ordinary person who was used by Sheng Yang as a pawn.

In troubled times, the least valuable thing is human life.Ten gold beads can buy them to risk their lives so desperately.

How sad that when they die, they may not know why they died.

The so-called "revenge for their husbands", but who caused the death of their husbands?

In the fatuous and decadent prosperous dynasty, the common people's families couldn't get rid of the pot. Only the father and brother exiled to the army could get a pitiful few slings of copper coins as salary every month.

Their lives are nothing more than the drunken life of the rich and powerful; the stability of the border they bought with their blood and sweat is not the one that benefits the most.

Qin Yi sighed softly, staring at his hands:

If possible, I hope that the troubled times will end here, and the people all over the world will be happy.

"Your Majesty, the child has been crying."

Qin Yi was stunned, and the servants at the side endured it, but couldn't help but whispered: "Should we just drag it down?"

Qin Yi came back to his senses, only to see a child who had just been taken captive in the city was crying and crying.

The guards didn't actually cut off his tongue, they just frightened him severely.

Qin Yi walked over and looked down at the child.

Qin Yi pinched his chin patiently, at such a young age, he was already sallow and emaciated from hunger.

"Give him something to eat."

Qin Yi ordered, but before the words fell, the child suddenly broke free and bit Qin Yi!

The servants immediately changed expression: "Your Majesty!!"

Qin Yi waved his hand slightly, looked at the child who was biting his left hand tightly, and slapped him hard on the back!

The child yelled in pain and let go, Qin Yi looked at him calmly:

"Unrestrained hatred is the most useless thing."

He stood up, and immediately surrounded by medical officers to bandage his wound.Qin Yi took it by himself, wrapped it hastily, and stopped the bleeding.

"Put it down."

Qin Yi said, and then left with a tired look.

That night, as expected, there was no sound of cursing and crying, and the deterioration of Mu Ziling's injury stagnated again.

When Qin Yi wiped his palms for him, for the first time, he got a response of hooking his fingers.

Qin Yi paused for a moment, looking at the unconscious Mu Ziling.

Mu Ziling's fingers gently stroked his bandaged tiger's mouth.

A week later, the situation finally changed a lot. When Qin Yi sucked the poison out of Mu Ziling, he even opened his eyes briefly.

In the dim light and shadow, Mu Ziling saw Qin Yi half hugging him, and felt a numb itching sensation from the wound.

He groaned in a low voice, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Qin... Yi."

Mu Ziling got better day by day.Sometimes when Qin Yi is not around, he will also be awake, staring at the air for some reason.

December passed in a blink of an eye, and the weather was getting warmer day by day.

The yellow sand of Chifeng Pass is still howling, but the shrubs outside the mansion are gradually becoming more and more lush and green.

Qin Yi went to see him when he was free.

At night, Qin Yi went to Mu Ziling's room with a bowl of Yuanxiao. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mu Ziling wearing only a snow-white coat, leaning on the table, sweating profusely, trying to get the tea on the other side.

"what do you want?"

Qin Yi immediately put the bowl on the table and went to help Mu Ziling: "Drink water? Just ask the servants outside, what are you doing with it yourself? Can you get it?"

He wanted to hug Mu Ziling directly to the bed, but Mu Ziling refused to ask him to hug him.

Qin Yi's face darkened, and he said, "I didn't see you when you were in a coma, but now it's upside down?"

Mu Ziling didn't answer, his face was pale, he just bit his lip and moved slowly towards the bed.

Qin Yi looked at him for a while, then picked up Mu Ziling's knees without saying hello, carried him to the bedside, and put him on the bed.

Mu Ziling lowered his eyes, his black hair spread out, slightly covering his side face.

He looked haggard and weak, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Because of the struggle of walking just now, some blood oozes from the gauze in front of his heart.Qin Yi frowned, and casually ordered to the servant beside him:

"Bring the plaster here."

The servant hurriedly responded and went out, only Qin Yi and Mu Ziling were left in the room.

There is no military training today, and there is some noise outside the mansion.

The soldiers were cooking horse meat noisily, and some were given some wine, humming a little song from home, and drinking two glasses at the same time.

It is very quiet here, only the low sound of yellow sand blowing outside the window.

The desert moon is large, white and bright, hanging in the peacock-blue night sky like a disc, emitting a soft light.

Qin Yi poured tea for Mu Ziling, and handed it to Mu Ziling without saying a word, but Mu Ziling didn't pick it up.

His eyes were slightly lowered, looking at the quilt covering his legs, two deep collarbones looming in the wide collar.

——Such an appearance looks a little fragile and pitiful: the lingering thinness of the sick bed is in sharp contrast to Mu Ziling's usual killing and blood sucking.

It seemed that his current powerlessness and weakness gave people unlimited opportunities, even if he wanted to do something to this person, he was powerless to resist at all.

"Don't drink?"

Qin Yi saw that he ignored him, and his patience was a little exhausted. He withdrew his hand and wanted to take the water away. Just as he was about to move, he heard Mu Ziling suddenly say:

"Why are you so nice to me?"

He originally lowered his head, but after he finished speaking, he raised his face slightly and looked towards Qin Yi: "Do you think I'm pitiful?"

Mu Ziling remembered what he saw when he just woke up:

With blood on his lips and disheveled black hair, the young king bent his head intently on his heart, sucking out the deadly poison for him.

His clothes were messed up and looked like they hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

A few strands of hair hung down from Qin Yi's temples, making him itchy.

Does he know?

Mu Ziling thought that this kind of detoxification method that would eat back at him if he was not careful, in Yunyan, only close relatives would risk their lives for their lives.

Thin fingers curled up slightly on the quilt, Mu Ziling looked at Qin Yi——

His face was pale and thin, but his pair of dark eyes became more and more clear. In the hazy night, he looked like a captured sick crane.

His lips were dry and peeling, like two withered petals.Mu Ziling stared at Qin Yi, and smiled suddenly:

"I don't want to be pitiful."

He curled his lips coldly and said, "I will kill anyone who dares to pity me. Qin Yi, you know that I hate other people's sympathy the most."

A'Zhu climbed up along Mu Ziling's neck.

Normally, its bright red snake body is extremely eye-catching on Mu Ziling's white robe, but now Mu Ziling's whole body is pale, and it is more like the only bright color in a plain white ink painting.

"Don't you hate me?"

Mu Ziling raised his face, and said softly: "I hate that I killed your sweetheart, attacked the city and slaughtered the city, and ruined your reputation. Why, Qin Yi, seeing that I was dying, you couldn't bear it again, and burst into tears Are you compassionate?"

"Are you sick, Qin Yi?"

Mu Ziling spoke in a low voice, looked at Qin Yi almost aggressively, and said softly and coldly:

"Have you forgotten what our relationship is?... If you don't like me, stay away from me. I can't bear your sympathy."

Because he had just woken up, his voice sounded hoarse.

But Mu Ziling was like a small animal covered with thorns, if someone approached, it would immediately attack with its teeth and claws.

Qin Yi looked at him speechlessly, and felt that it was incomprehensible that Mu Ziling would not forget his ability despite all his injuries.

"It's almost Lantern Festival."

After a long time, Qin Yi replied.

He silently picked up the porcelain bowl on the table, sat down beside Mu Ziling's bed, filled up a dumpling with sesame seeds sprinkled on the outside of the dough, and brought it to Mu Ziling:

"It's going to be cold."

Mu Ziling was slightly taken aback.

His eyes fell on the soft dough and sweet sugar water, and he was a little dazed.

Qin Yi didn't take back his hand, the two of them were in a stalemate for a moment, and Mu Ziling's throat moved slightly.He turned his eyes slightly and said softly:

"I'm from Yunyan. Yunyan doesn't celebrate New Year's Day and Lantern Festival."

"Then have something to eat."

Qin Yi said, "Aren't you hungry at night?"

Mu Ziling looked down at a small spoon in front of him.

A spoonful of sweet water mixed with white, with scattered black sesame seeds floating on the surface.

And the person holding the spoon is young and handsome, his eyes are as bright as stars in the dark night as dark as thick ink, his face is firm and cold, and there is a faint smell of blood in his clothes.

Noble and willful, decisive and decisive, above ten thousand people.

This is what the boy who had appeared in his dreams countless times grew up to look like.

Mu Ziling couldn't tell which one he was bewitched by, he opened his lips slightly in a trance, Qin Yi brought the spoon to his lips, and Mu Ziling swallowed quietly with downcast eyes.

It's not very sweet, after all, it's the border, and the dough can't be made so delicate.

But as the Lantern Festival slipped into Mu Ziling's throat and stomach, he suddenly had a strange and indescribable feeling.

It seemed a little hot, and it was clearly just an ordinary dumpling, but Mu Ziling seemed to be able to clearly feel it passing through every part of his body——

The feeling was so strong that his eyelashes almost trembled involuntarily.

Mu Ziling lowered his head, in the shadow that Qin Yi couldn't see, he pursed his lips, and smiled very quickly, silently and quietly, no one noticed.

Only Ah Zhu felt a little strange, raised his snake's head and looked at him inquiringly.

Mu Ziling pinched his fingers deeply into the palm of his hand, and when Qin Yisheng made the second one, Mu Ziling raised his hand to block it:

"Enough. I'm full."

He said, and then he lay down on his own, turned his back to Qin Yi, covered himself in the quilt and stopped looking at him:

"You go."

Qin Yi was completely baffled, looking at Yuan Xiao who only moved a mouthful in his hand, he frowned:

"One is enough?... This is on the battlefield. Even if you are hungry at night, no one will make it for you."

However, Mu Ziling stopped talking to him at all.

Qin Yi sat facing Mu Ziling's back for a long while, and finally pushed the door angrily and left.

It was not until he heard the sound of him leaving that Mu Ziling opened his eyes again.

He looked at the empty air in the dark, and then raised his hand to touch his lips.

Cold, not so soft lips.

However, recalling the tactile sensation when Qin Yi's spoon touched it just now, a morbid and strange smile slowly appeared on Mu Ziling's pale and beautiful face.

"...Ah Zhu, am I cheap?"

He looked at the vermilion snake in his snow-white sleeve, and murmured very softly.

"...he likes my brother."

Mu Ziling's throat rolled slightly, and he said in a low voice, "He actually likes my brother."

A'Zhu silently stared at him with his mysterious vertical pupils, but Mu Ziling quickly closed them again.

His eyelashes kept trembling in the dark night, like a child who encountered a problem but was at a loss, muttering to himself.

"but me……"

He choked up: And I like him.

In the silence of the long night, Mu Ziling hugged his knees sideways, curled up into a small ball, like the position of a baby in the mother's womb, recalling sadly and helplessly:

Why, this person obviously didn't like him, but saved him twice.

He always wanted to torture him like this, and redeem him again and again.

He was clearly about to give up on him.