I see the snow

Yin Zhichuan raised his eyebrows, before Lazy could refuse, the bustard lightly clapped his hands, and Mr. Gui led a young man upstairs.

Just now I didn't look carefully downstairs, but now that I got closer, I saw that the boy was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

A face with no blood, and I don't know what kind of training I received here in the Yunlou, just now I couldn't see clearly under the clothes, but now I can see the entire neck down, which is full of deep and shallow red marks.

"Call Mr. Yin."

The mistress scolded him: "Are you dumb?!"

The boy was wearing shackles, and the iron chains on both wrists could be seen clearly.

After a moment of silence, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Hi Mr. Silver."

"Hey, that's not a bad look."

Zhao Yunsheng was panting as he drank his tea, and said with a smile, "These eyes are beautiful. They are very beautiful, like a peach blossom fairy. They will definitely be terrible when they cry!"

However, this young man is actually indifferent and desolate, with an inexplicable aura of repelling others thousands of miles away. It is really hard to imagine what it would be like to cry.

"What's your name?"

Yin Zhichuan asked.

"Xi Huai."

he said.

Yin Zhichuan frowned and thought for a while, probably because he felt that this name was really rare and couldn't imagine what two words it was, so he couldn't help asking:

"Which 'Xihuai'?"

"The west of Yangguan, the Huai of Qinhuai at night."

When the boy said this, he raised his head.

His dark and silent eyes stared straight at Yinzhichuan, as if he had seen Yinzhichuan before——

Maybe he should have seen Yinzhichuan, so he had to search out his appearance from his mind.

However, Yin Zhichuan didn't have any impression of him, he just glanced at him briefly, then withdrew his eyes, frowned and said:

"You look pretty good, but what do I want Xiaowan to do?"

"What's wrong with Xiaowan, Xiaoguan provoked you!?"

Zhao Yunsheng stared at him immediately and said: "This kid is only so old, he plays like a woman. Come, come here, I have a look."

Yinzhichuan thought, women are soft, and they are sweet in the arms, little boy, how does little boy play?

However, he thought so in his heart, and he didn't suffer at all in his actions, he pulled Xi Huai back at once, and inadvertently blocked Zhao Yunsheng's stinky hand.

"I fought and snatched it back myself, it's your turn to touch it."

Yinzhichuan said: "I took it back and threw it in the back kitchen to wash the dishes, and I won't give it to you either."

……

That night, Yinzhichuan took Xihuai back to the mansion.

It didn't really throw it in the backyard to wash the dishes, but asked people to prepare water and give the young man a good freshen up.

It was only then that he unexpectedly discovered that this person looked good.

Under the moonlight, the cold jade-like boy pushed the door open and came out of the room.

The plain moonlight-like clothes, worn on him, showed a sense of indifference and desolation.

Probably just after taking a bath, her black hair was still wet, and her whole body carried an indescribably damp breath.

The soft black hair is caged in the bright moonlight, like a little exiled fairy who has strayed into the world.

"Yo."

Yin Zhichuan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to hook his chin, and said frivolously: "You look good—you can see it."

However, Xi Huai did not speak, and only looked at him with a pair of dark and cool eyes.

"Let's go."

Yinzhichuan said: "I will take you to familiarize yourself with the mansion."

The Silver Mansion is very large, and thousands of people come and go in and out at the busiest time.

It's just that they've all been dismissed now.

"This is the inner palace."

While walking, Yin Zhichuan casually introduced: "There are ancestral halls, academies, boudoirs, martial arts training grounds... and further on, there is the housekeeper's courtyard."

Along the way, there are extremely beautiful buildings and small scenes.

Although he was a general, the Yin family's mansion was not rough and barbaric at all, but elegant and refined.It gives people a sense of open-mindedness and open-mindedness.

It seems that the owner here is also a magnanimous and generous person with a clear mind.

"There are a lot of places, but they are all empty."

Yin Zhichuan said: "No one usually comes here, you just find a place you like to live in."

"Ah."

Xihuai answered obediently.

"But since you have entered our Yinfu, you have to abide by the rules of our Yinfu."

Seeing the low-browed and pleasing appearance of the white-clothed man in front of him, Yin Zhichuan looked down from his dark curled eyelashes to his graceful chin and neck.Suddenly, a bad thought came into my heart, and I said teasingly:

"The rule of our Yinfu is that regardless of gender, everyone who enters the house is a member of the house. The young master can't fight back when beaten, and can't fight back when scolded. You have to copy "Female Precepts" and "Fu Gui" ten times a day. Ask for grace. You act like a bitch on the bed, and you can carry the Martyrdom Archway under the bed. In the future, I am tired of you, and you can marry a dozen concubines, but you can’t care about it. You still have to treat me with care and care. complain."

Yin Zhichuan said so much that he almost made himself sick, and finally saw Xihuai's black and green eyelashes trembling slightly, and replied in a suppressed voice:

"Ok".

So he immediately succeeded, and laughed, the corners of his mouth curled up like a wicked bastard, he hooked Gou Xihuai's chin frivolously, and said, "I lied to you."

He stretched out his hand, his thumb went up from Xi Huai's thin lips, and slowly stroked the straight bridge of the nose and the beautiful eye sockets.

Forced Xi Huai to raise his head slightly, allowing him to scrutinize his eyebrows and facial features, he smiled and let go, saying:

"Seeing that you look good, it's okay."

"..."

On the first day Xihuai and Yinzhichuan got along, they saw how bad this Major General of the Zhen Guofu's reputation was.

"You don't need to copy "The Lady's Ring", and you don't need to study the female workers."

Yin Zhichuan said: "But can you cook salted duck?"

Xi Huai was stunned, before he had time to react, he heard Yin Zhichuan continue:

"You said your name is Huai from 'Qinhuai Yebo', and you are from Jinling?"

Xi Huai responded with a very low voice.

"Then why don't you know how to cook salted duck?"

Yin Zhichuan frowned.

"I didn't grow up when I was young, so I left my hometown."

Xi Huai's voice was slightly hoarse, and he said in a low voice, "I didn't remember much at that time."

"Oh."

Yinzhichuan responded casually, but didn't take it too seriously. "That's fine. Later, the Jiedu envoys from Jinling will come to pay a visit to the king's capital. I'll ask them to bring you some snacks from your hometown."

Xi Huai nodded slightly, and said softly:

"Thank you Major General."

While the two of them were talking, they walked to the backyard on the west side without knowing it.

Yinzhichuan's footsteps stopped suddenly, and when he looked at the mansion at the end of the eaves of the water pavilion, there was a slight subtle change in his expression.

"Let's go here today."

He said: "What's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow. You are also tired today."

Xi Huai looked at his back, and keenly noticed that Yin Zhichuan's voice had become slightly different from that of just now.

He raised his eyes, looked forward, and could faintly see the Yin's mansion further ahead.

However, it was almost a barren place, the gate was covered with moss, and the chains were covered with mottled rust.

It seems that no one has been in for a long time.

"There's nothing to see ahead."

Yin Zhichuan said: "It's very dirty and messy, when you're in a bad mood, you can have some fun."

Xi Huai understood almost instantly why Yin Zhichuan refused to go any further, but he just responded in a low voice without saying anything.

Yin Zhichuan didn't notice this, he just sent him back to the bedroom and left on his own.

In the room, Xi Huai stared at this strange environment, scanning from one corner to another.

When his gaze passed a lamp on the table, he paused for a moment, then walked slowly over, caressing the lamp lightly.

It was a very familiar look and style, and I didn't expect to see it here again.

Xi Huai thought, he hadn't seen such a golden jade multi-branch lamp for almost ten years.

……

There are many lamps made of gold and jade, with complex and precious styles. In the past, rich and prominent families in the Qinhuai area would use them.

Including the Xihuai family.

Xi Huai was young at that time, and he liked to see such little lights that lit up the most.

Every time I see it, I am very happy, and I always take a lamp with me wherever I go——

Even when his father was demoted and the whole family was exiled in Canglan, he also begged his mother to put such a gold and jade multi-branched lamp in the limited luggage.

"Mom, why are we leaving?"

At that time, at the age of seven, he stood in the empty courtyard, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

The servants and nurses have all been dismissed, and the whole yard is in chaos, leaving only a mess.

He held his sister together, looked up at his parents and asked.

Father is still moving books into the suitcases one after another——

Of course, the Four Books and Five Classics are necessary, and "Book of Changes" and "The Doctrine of the Mean" can't be let go; when I look at "Nine Songs" and "Nine Chapters", I also feel very reluctant.

Finally, after packing up all afternoon, my father didn't pack up which five boxes of books to take away.

"...books, I still need to read books!"

The mother looked at the hesitant father, and suddenly burst into tears, crying, "If it wasn't for the book, our family would have fallen into such a situation!?"

The father didn't speak, just stroking the ancient books in his arms, his eyes were paranoid and soft.

"If she married a young man, she wouldn't be able to read Baiding, and she wouldn't be where she is today."

Mother cried: "Ye Qingming, I wish you had never read a book!"

However, Ye Qingming, how could it be possible that he has never read a book?

At that time, the young Xi Huai thought ignorantly.

His father is the most prestigious "Ye Jialang" in Jinling, and he was the leader of the whole year when he took the Chunwei exam.

Counting up their family tree, there are already six champions in his father's generation.

At that time, the Ye family was a well-known scholarly family in the entire Jinling. When it was mentioned, everyone looked enviously.

Because of his great talent and never forming cliques, the Holy One thought that Ye Qingming was an "honest man" and ordered him to study national history.

But sometimes, what "honest people" do is not always liked.

Especially at this time, there is often a need for a "smooth" court.

"Your Majesty says, you can fix it however you want, can you hide it by playing tricks!?"

The mother cried: "The way of the world has long been like this. When you become an official, you can't make a living without struggling. You live a lifetime, what are you doing so hard!"

That year, Xihuai vaguely remembered, it was Yunhua's 16th year.

It was the most panic-stricken year during the reign of the first emperor.

There is a severe drought and famines everywhere.

Hungry in the wild, everywhere is the people of Li people lamenting.

However, in such a situation, the first emperor ordered the writers to record state affairs and asked them to say:

"The four seas are peaceful, and the sea is clean and the river is clean. Emperor Chengwen is a wise emperor through the ages."

Ye Qingming is the master of the writers, he asked the late emperor puzzled:

"In the northwest of Qiling Peak, more than [-] people starved to death, how can Haiyan and Heqing be cleared?"

The first emperor smiled and said, "There is no such thing."

Ye Qingming didn't know good from bad, and asked again: "Last year, more than [-] people were drowned in the flood, how can the world be peaceful?"

The first emperor said: "There is also no such thing."

Ye Qingming looked at the aloof king in bewilderment, and still seemed puzzled.

He returned home with his head bowed in silence, and sat at his desk thinking all night.

The case files in the study were almost scratched by him, but in the end Ye Qingming decided that he would rather not figure this out.

"Scholars, don't be ashamed of books."

He would rather be so confused.

So Xihuai's father quietly and truthfully wrote down state affairs, contrary to the late emperor's order.

Half a year later, he was reported, the mansion was ransacked, and the whole family was sent to Canglan.

Before leaving, Xihuai's father seemed to be relieved, looking at his sealed mansion, and said:

"Fortunately, I have kept everything that should be kept."

——He is a scholar and has no other skills.But a weak bone, and a scholar's conscience.

He can't go to the frontier to fight like the soldiers, he can only hold the pen in his hand.

He kept it.

Canglan, where the Ye family was assigned, is a small border town.Very far to the north, between the border of Yanqi and Shengyang.

There are three seasons in a year that are very cold, and only June and July are warm.

But even so, Xihuai still has very good memories of his childhood.

Because they are a family of four, the elder sister is cheerful and lively, the mother is elegant and gentle, and the father teaches him to recite poems and write poems.

He came from Qinhuai to this extreme northern Canglan, but he still grew up like a scholarly son of the Ye family.

"Yan'er, do you remember yesterday's "The Doctrine of the Mean"?"

After eating every day, his father would teach Xi Huai to read in that small and dilapidated yard.

Ye Qingming read all the scriptures by heart, and some ancient books that he didn't bring with him just dipped in water and wrote silently on the ground, so that Xihuai could memorize them before the water dried up.

Like his father, Xi Huai has a natural keenness for words and almost never forgets them.

Before the age of ten, he had already read the Four Books and Five Classics, the Doctrine of the Mean and Zhouyi, and all the classics and ancient books.

He thought they would continue to live like this, plain but full of fun.

Until that day, the generals guarding the city abandoned their armor and fled, and Canglan City was broken.

"Yan'er, run away!!"

He saw his mother desperately stuffing them into the hole, and his father pushing against the door, his thin body skeleton was knocked upside down by the kicks from outside.

The flames were shining outside.

Yanqi people are here.

After stuffing them into the hole, the mother ran to help the father hold the door.

And the father walked quickly into the hall, where there was a sword that they had never used and was only used for decoration.

Ye Qingming's hand has only held a pen in his life, but on that day, he tremblingly grasped the hilt of the sword, and yanked it——

The light of the sword is cold.

The city is broken and the family is dead, and the literati are weak.

The scholar draws his sword, nothing more than that.

The image of that moment is forever imprinted in Xi Huai's eyes——

At that time, there was a wooden shelf in the yard with books placed on it.

When Xi Huai's father fell down with a sword stuck in his chest, he knocked over the shelf.

All the books on it fell down and were slowly wetted by his blood.

Xi Huai did not expect that his ordinary, kind-hearted family would be torn apart like this, and would be completely destroyed twice.

It was the decayed Sheng Yang who did it for the first time.

The second time was the banker of Zhen Guogong, who was weak in defending the city and cowardly abandoned the battle.

Speaking of which, Yinzhichuan is his enemy.

From the first time he saw him, he hated him.