I see the snow

In the Jinghua Palace, which also steals half a day's leisure from Fusheng, seeks a platform for flaws.

The huge palace was quiet, and there were not a few servants in sight.There was only a bamboo water carving that was half a beat slow, and after a while, there was the sound of a drop of water falling slowly.

There is a tall pineapple tree planted in the courtyard, and when the wind passes by, there is a soft "crawling" sound.

A young man was sitting under a tree with a silver mask covering a quarter of his cheeks.

He was sitting hard in front of a chessboard, and there was no one on the opposite side, just playing chess with himself.

"Master."

After looking at it for a long time, there was really no way to do it. The young man had no choice but to turn around and ask for help from the snow-clothed man under the eaves: "...you are useless, I really don't know how to solve this mess."

It is quiet under the eaves, but wind chimes are tied on every corner of the eaves.

The paper door, which was always tightly closed on weekdays, was half opened at this time, and a young man in snow-white clothes was half leaning, half leaning, half leaning, with his sleeves folded, his eyes were quiet, and he didn't know where to look in the courtyard.

——This is Chu Yuan, the son of Fu'an who is famous all over the world and is listed as one of the "Five Ministers of the Bright Moon".

Different from the rumors, those who have heard the name of Chu Yuan in Guanxing Pavilion in Zhongluzhong will think that this is an old man who broke the destiny and explored the fate of the country.

But in fact, he was very young, and his expression always showed some tiredness after recovering from a serious illness. His complexion was pale, and his eyes were silent and lifeless, like a hermit in the world.

The worldly affairs have nothing to do with him, and he has nothing to do with any worldly affairs.

I don't know what kept him here.

Hearing Tuer's voice, he turned his head slightly and looked at the chessboard in Yan Jin's hand.

Yan Jin's face was full of shame: "Half-percent of the disciples have not learned the strategy of subverting the world taught by the master."

The snow-clothed man's expression was indifferent, his voice was very low, like a hermit strolling in a courtyard, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Since you haven't learned it, why don't you spend time on your homework and always go out and fight with others?"

"The disciple was wrong."

The boy with the silver mask bowed his head even deeper: "Master, let me punish the disciple....As long as the master does not want the disciple."

Chu Yuan looked at this silver-faced boy who was called "wolf cub" and "must not be kept" by others. He was already 19 years old, his eyebrows and eyes were long, and sometimes there was an inadvertent expression of sharpness between his frowns.

It has been so long since he first picked him up and brought him with him.

But Chu Yuan didn't want to punish him either. There was a little fox with fiery red fur and jet-black limbs nestled next to him.

It was originally raised by Chu Yuan, but after staying with Yan Jin for a long time, every time Chu Yuan was offended by Yan Jin, it would rub against Chu Yuan and plead for Yan Jin.

Chu Yuan gave a wry smile very lightly, and stroked the top of the little fox's head:

"You get into trouble like this every time, and one day I'm gone, who should protect you?"

"Master!"

Yan Jin said: "You...don't say that."

"I won't live long."

Chu Yuan said lightly, as if this was not a secret, and he had already accepted such a reality: "Every year, I don't know if I can live until the next year when the hibiscus blooms."

The silver-faced boy clenched his fists slightly by his side.

Chu Yuan sat under the eaves, his eyes looked far away, his face was already very pale.

When he lowered his eyes, the black curled eyelashes blinked very quickly, showing a fragile quality like glass.

—He was trapped in this deep palace like a tired bird.

Anyone would think that the Young Pavilion Master of Guanxing Pavilion is a person who is greedy for power and seduces the king, and stays in this star field capital for the sake of supreme honor.

But only Yan Jin knew that he had no other choice.

"Master..."

The young man pursed his lips, raised his head after a long time, summoned up his courage and said, "Let's leave. Let's go back to Guanxing Pavilion and Sinan Mountain. The world is so big, there is always a place suitable for you to live in, this deep palace like a golden cage , leave it alone!"

However, when Chu Yuan heard such childlike words, he smiled slightly.

He pointed to the blue sky beyond the eaves——

With the eyes of ordinary people, there is nothing there, just thick white clouds, but for Chu Yuan, he has already memorized the palaces and places of all the stars, even in the daytime, what falls into his eyes is not A destiny as clear and clear as the night.

"There is a star that cannot be deduced from its trajectory."

Chu Yuan said in a low voice: "I'm holding it back...I'm its scabbard! If I leave the Starfield Capital, Shengyang's destruction may only happen in an instant."

Yan Jin was horrified, as if he had never heard such a terrible thing from his master.

However, Chu Yuan was only indifferent, as if he had never opened his mouth, and he just casually brought the secret of the fate of a country that was leaked just now.

He sighed, put down the little red fox Jiujiu from his lap, and walked to Yan Jin's side.

The thick branches of the Piluo tree are stretched out vigorously, and the wide leaves are layered on top of each other, without a ray of light coming through.

Chu Yuan stood under the tree, cool shadows fell on his white clothes.

He bent down, gently picked up a sunspot in the chess box, and threw it on the Qiankun board.

In an instant, the predicament in the Qiankun board was resolved in an instant, and the defeated white pieces were surrounded by blood, just like a real battlefield, slowly dyeing the chessboard serving as a territory red.

Yan Jin was finally released from the restraint, he didn't have to maintain a meditation posture like before, and his back suddenly relaxed and bent.

Because of Chu Yuan's bent posture, a strand of long and soft black hair fell on the back of his hand.

"Every time you fight, it's those aristocratic families who provoke you first."

Chu Yuan said softly.

He straightened up and stroked Yan Jin's head lightly: "I know, so I never punish you."

"But...you shouldn't hit so hard." After a pause, Chu Yuan continued: "Break the bridge of the nose of the children of the aristocratic family. I will be very embarrassed if their father comes to the door."

Yan Jin felt the slight warmth coming from the top of his head, so he didn't speak.

But you don't know why they provoked me.master.

Yan Jin said in his heart: Because they are jealous of your exclusive favor and preference for me, and want to compete with me for the position in your heart.The price of paying for a nose bone...is already considered very light.

After noon, the empty courtyard is very quiet.

After a while, a palace official announced loudly, "Your Majesty has arrived—"

Chu Yuan seemed to wake up suddenly, he waved his sleeves suddenly, coughed and went back to the room, and told Yan Jin in a low voice:

"Stop him, I won't see you."

Yan Jin said "yes" and only looked at Chu Yuan's back.

The back is extremely thin, and when the wind blows the white clothes, it will outline the outline of the thin shoulders under the clothes.

But Yan Jin knew that Chu Yuan's eyes must be full of sadness at this moment.

He'd seen that look many times—

Every time Shen Yan came to beg for Xia and was rejected, stood alone and waited outside, or left slowly, Chu Yuan's eyes were filled with sadness.

Yan Jin didn't know why, but every time at this time, he would think of what Chu Yuan said——

He lingers on here to keep the prosperous country.

Shen Yan's country.

But Shen Yan didn't seem to know.

Yan Jin didn't know what was going on between the two of them.

But he was very unhappy.

……

Zhen Guo Mansion, in the ancestral hall.

The night had already fallen, and the entire Zhen Guo Mansion was pitch black.

The patrolling guards carried lanterns and patrolled in formation, and the rest of the side courtyards were darkened.

Yinzhichuan sat in the ancestral hall with the altar of wine in his arms, drunk to the point of intoxication.

This is the second time he has drunk to the point of drunkenness recently.

Drinking recklessly in front of the tablets of these ancestors, if Lord Zhen Guo is still alive, I am afraid that he will be so angry that he will reprimand this unruly youngest son for insulting the family.

However, at this moment, they all turned into black spirit tablets, silently watching Yinzhichuan.

He could only look at his only junior, drinking madly and alone.

"Brother, Zhaoyue is getting married."

Yin Zhichuan held the fourth-ranked bank tablet and said in a daze, "Qin Ge likes her...Are you going to snatch her back?"

He smiled idiotically, slowly rubbed his thumb over the pitch-black token, and his eyes were hazy.

"How much you liked her back then..."

Yin Zhichuan said: "You told me to keep her letter paper for you, and open it yourself when you come back... After waiting, seven years have passed...!"

Those letterheads that smelled of watery balsamic powder when they were sent, I'm afraid they have already lost their fragrance in time, right?

Yin Zhichuan remembered that every time the concierge notified someone of a letter, the bank would run over to look stupidly.With such a clear young heart, their brothers often bet that the fourth child would be the first among them to get married.

"This is your sword."

Yinzhichuan fumbled for a long sword beside him, and threw it towards the altar with a "clang"——

"This is the sword you danced with when you smiled for Miss Bo Zhaoyue?"

Yinzhichuan smiled softly: "Your swordsmanship can be achieved by the leader of an enemy general among thousands of armies, but no matter how peerless your swordsmanship is, if you can't win the favor of a pleasing girl, what's the use?"

Their bankers are all very romantic.

Back then, as the little flower girl who was pursuing Qiushui Pavilion, Bank used to dance swords in the gentleman's building opposite Qiushui Pavilion. The 48 style "Why Return" is like a white rainbow in shock, like a wild song, how many ladies in the capital of stars and wilds are looking out of the window.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is empty.

"The world is boundless, covered with bones.

The hero draws his sword, and the red makeup is empty.

......"

Holding the sword in his arms, Yin Zhichuan tapped lightly on the cold blade following the rhythm of memory.

One click, flick the sword and sing.

"A beauty with black hair and always white hair, sorrow and joy endowed with a glass of wine, and there is no one to look back at!"

Singing to the last line, Yin Zhichuan burst into laughter, held up the wine jar, and sprinkled it from the air.A third of it went into his mouth, and the rest soaked into his silver collar.

Yinzhichuan cried out hoarsely, because his once flirtatious elder brother would never come back, and his beloved girl was about to marry someone else.

Even if he helped Qin Ge get Zhaoyue back from Zhu Shifeng's residence, his fourth brother would lose Zhaoyue forever.

In Zhaoyue's heart, his fourth brother is a deserter and criminal like all the Yin family.

In the distant Canglan, he deserved to be headed by the Yanqi people in front of the battle, with a long halberd on his head, always staring at the icy and snowy wilderness.

No matter how far you look, the soul can't see the place to go home.

"Yinzhi River."

In the silence, Yin Zhichuan drank so much that his eyes were dim and his mind was not clear.In a trance, he heard someone calling him beside his ear.

He turned his head, holding the wine jar, and saw a slender figure in white pushing the door and entering from the ancestral hall.

Xi Huai's brows and eyes were cold, but he still had such a cold and jade-like appearance.Standing in the dark night, looking at him with lowered eyelids without knowing what it meant.

"It's you."

Yinzhichuan gave a low laugh, and lazily turned around: "This is not where you came from."

The ancestral hall is lonely and deserted. Except for the heirs of the family, no one else has the right to step into the ancestral hall where the ancestors of the past generations rest.

However, Xi Huai didn't care, he smiled, pinned the lantern on the doorknob, Shi Shiran lifted up a corner of his white robe, and stepped into the Yin family's ancestral hall.

"here."

Yin Zhichuan's words were a little unclear. He leaned on the altar and said inarticulately, "Except for the heirs of the Yin family, only the daughter-in-law of the Yin family can come in... You, get out."