A traitor

Huan'er is Qin Huan, the only son of Prime Minister Qin Jian and a friend of traitor Su Qinglang.

Back then, Mrs. Qin was ten months pregnant and suffered a great crime of dystocia. After giving birth to her son, the root cause of the disease fell, and he passed away not long after.

Although he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he is a typical second-generation son of a wealthy family who can get whatever he wants, but when it comes to his background, he is actually pitiful.

Especially in those years, Prime Minister Qin was always thinking about forming a party for personal gain to frame Zhongliang, so he was inevitably a little negligent towards him, so he always felt very indebted, and now it hurts even more to the bone.

Su Qinglang walked on the cobblestone road in Changxue Garden, at the end of which was an exquisite attic, next to a pool of blue stones and clear water, surrounded by blooming apricot blossoms, falling like snow.

Recalling that a few days ago, when he was beaten on a blind date, Qin Huan gave him a bottle of snow dew, deliberately belittling him, and then recalled that with his valiant and vigorous body, he was able to freeze himself to death on the lonely mountain. Illness, the retribution came so quickly, it is really sad, respectable and lamentable.

Just thinking about it, I looked up and saw a clump of apricot blossoms, which bloomed on the branches, half in full bloom, half shy, very cute.

So, I stretched out my hand and folded it down, and the petals fluttered down like rain for a while, the clothes were stained with fragrant dust, and the apricot blossoms fell all over my head.

He took the flower branch in his hand, waved away his embarrassment, and stepped into the room, only to see a young man in purple sable fur, leaning on the beauty couch, covered with a blanket.

In the luxurious and spacious room, there are thousands of volumes of books and thousands of volumes of paintings, which are divided into categories and placed neatly, with the walls hanging high and spotless.

Sandalwood is slowly burning in the golden animal copper stove in the middle, and under the light gauze curtain, there are lavender clouds and mist scattered in the air, like an illusion and a dream.

At this moment, the young man in purple was silent, quietly looking at the apricot blossoms outside the window in a trance.

A young servant knelt under the couch, holding a bowl of medicinal juice and said, "Master, it's time to take the medicine."

He called several times, but the other party didn't seem to hear it. After a long time, he heard him say: "Take it, I don't want to eat."

The servant said again: "The imperial doctor in the palace has also come, and he has been waiting in the mansion for a long time, let him come in and show the young master?"

Qin Huan frowned, sighed again, and said impatiently: "Let him go back, I don't want to see it."

Su Qinglang was leaning against the door, saw this and walked over, and said in a provocative voice: "The aunt on the East Street hanged herself, the aunt on the West Street went on a hunger strike, Young Master Qin, who is sick and doesn't take medicine, and doesn't see a doctor, do you still want to let me go? Can people coax it?"

Qin Huan was stunned when he heard his voice, and immediately regained his energy, turned his head and smiled: "Qinglang, you are here."

Su Qinglang walked to the wooden table in the room, put the apricot flower in his hand into a bottle, and said, "Just now I was walking on the road, I saw it by accident, thought you should like it, so I folded it off."

After a pause, he looked up at Qin Huan again, and said with a smile: "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, Young Master Qin, don't blame me for being vulgar, just destroying the flowers in your garden."

Qin Huan smiled lightly, and coughed again: "I've been bored in the room for the past few days. Seeing the apricot blossoms in the garden, I just want to go out for a walk."

Su Qinglang said: "Since you want to take a walk to relax, I'll help you out, but after the Prime Minister blames you, you can say that it's all your own idea."

Qin Huan smiled again, shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, since you are sending me off, and there is already a view in the house, why should I go out and suffer?"

Su Qinglang walked over to him and said: "It's strange, I didn't appreciate the beautiful flowers in the garden, but I just fell in love with my flower branches. Young Master Qin's taste is really different."

Qin Huan glanced at the apricot blossoms he folded, then looked at Su Qinglang, and replied lightly: "If I say that the scenery is good or bad, it all depends on the mood of the person who sees the scenery, I'm afraid you will call me nasty again." ?”

Su Qinglang pouted, but didn't answer, came to his bed and sat down, reached out and touched his face.

She pulled her lips again and said: "It's burning, I want you to add more clothes. It seems that Young Master Qin took my words as a deaf ear."

Qin Huan's complexion was not very good, he looked sickly, like a pissed off daughter-in-law, not energetic.

Hearing this, he coughed, lowered his head and said: "No, that day I was drinking with my father in the pavilion, caught the cold wind, and missed the rest time."

He paused, and then said: "The matter of Jia Siqi...Dad, did he make things difficult for you?"

Su Qinglang took the medicine bowl from the boy servant, stirred it, and brought a spoonful to his mouth. Qin Huan hesitated for a moment, but still obediently drank it.

I heard him answer: "No, I would like to thank Young Master Qin for interceding for me, otherwise Xiangye would not be so tolerant to me."

Qin Huan took a sip of the medicine, leaned on the soft pillow behind him, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "This Jia Siqi is really bold, relying on his father to make decisions, thinking that I dare not touch him... When I recover from illness, I must vent my anger on you."

Su Qinglang smiled, poured another spoonful for him and said, "Forget it, as long as you recover from illness."

Under Su Qinglang's care, Young Master Qin finally finished drinking the medicine, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, then turned his head and told the boy below: "Go and get my chessboard, I want to play two games with Qinglang .”

Seeing that the servant was about to go down, Su Qinglang stopped him, looked at Qin Huan and said, "You are sick now, can you still play chess with me?"

Qin Huan lowered his head and smiled, lazily said: "Although I'm a little confused from the fever, my brain is still good. Besides, I don't want to win or lose when I play chess with you, as long as I can stay with you for a while."

Su Qinglang turned sideways, handed the medicine bowl in his hand to the boy, and waved him to go down.

He said angrily: "You don't want to win or lose, but I still want to have a good time. I'm playing chess with you now. I don't want to say that I won't fight. I'm afraid someone will blame me for bullying the patient."

Seeing him like this, Qin Huan didn't insist anymore, looked at Su Qinglang for a moment, stretched out his hand, and held his hand calmly.

Because he was ill, the temperature was much higher than usual, and the palm of his hand was pressed against the back of his hand, and he felt a little hot.

The tone was light, and he asked tentatively: "Do you have something to do today, if not, why not...stay with me for one night."

Su Qinglang looked down, glanced at his hand, then looked at Qin Huan, nodded, and replied: "Okay..."

The room fell into silence, only the sound of dripping water from the crane-shaped copper drain, once, twice, a little abrupt and a little embarrassing.

Qin Huan was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said, "I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that we went back to the time when this garden was just built."

Qin Xiangfu has been built for a long time, but this garden has not been built for a long time, only about five or six years.

If you want to ask the origin of this garden, it actually has some relationship with Su Qinglang.

When Young Master Qin entered the Imperial College to study, there were many sons of officials and ministers competing to curry favor with each other, hoping to use him to curry favor with the prime minister's father.

However, Young Master Qin is different from the sons of other treacherous ministers' families. First, he didn't form cliques, second, he didn't bully others, and even among the crowd, he didn't even say a word of extraneous words.

Gentle and refined, well-behaved, and tolerant towards others, he looks like a modest gentleman, not at all like the son of the treacherous minister Qin Jian.

However, given his background, even though everyone knew that he was a good person, they still couldn't be honest with him because of his father.

The son of a loyal minister's family thought his father was a treacherous minister and did not want to associate with him. The descendants of a treacherous minister's family thought he was an idiot who didn't know how to understand, so they gradually alienated him.

As time passed, the son of Prime Minister Qin's family could only walk around alone in the Guozijian without a single friend. However, at this moment, Su Qinglang appeared.

Not only was she willing to talk to him, socialize with him, but she even warmly invited him to be a guest at home.

Su Qinglang's second mother, not only did not dislike his background, but was very happy because her son had made friends and treated him like a parent. This moved Qin Huan, who lost his mother when he was young.

I still remember that day, when the two of them were sitting in the pavilion cooking tea and crabs, it was snowing heavily outside, falling on the house, tree, and ground, and the Broken Jade Pavilion was a vast expanse of white.

Su Qinglang pointed to the pavilion and said: "It used to be a lotus pond, but what I like the most is not the lotus, but now when it's the coldest, sitting around the stove, listening to the snow falling outside, and later turning the garden into a pond. It has been rebuilt, the pool has been expanded a lot, and the rockery has been moved out a lot, it is simple and clean, with a wide view, just right for enjoying the snow.”

Qin Huan turned his head when he heard the words, looked outside the pavilion through the gap of the bamboo curtain, and found a few sporadic withered lotuses standing on the snow layer.

In the city of Chang'an, there are row upon row of famous official residences. Which minister's house does not have this kind of lotus pond?

But the garden in Su Qinglang's house made him feel different from other places from the very beginning, and now after talking about it, he can see the clue.

There is an ancient saying that "autumn shade does not disperse, frost flies late, and the withered lotus is left to listen to the sound of rain". For those who are interested, what is important is not the withered lotus, but the desolate sound of rain in the middle of the night.

This kind of artistic conception is exactly the same as the one in front of us. The rockery in the pool has been shifted a little. Although it is a small change, the withered lotus has become a foil, and the snow has become the main scene in the garden.

Thinking of Su Qinglang being so insightful at such a young age, Qin Huan felt admiration for him.

So he smiled lightly, and replied: "I didn't expect Brother Su to have researched gardens, so looking at it this way, this garden really has a special artistic conception."

Unexpectedly, just as the words finished, Su Qinglang said with some melancholy: "The scene is a good one, but it's a pity that according to this change, it will be okay in winter. If the snow melts, in spring, the lotus pond will just show new buds. The pool seems too big, and there are empty places everywhere, which is a bit desolate and lonely."

Just because of this sentence, Prime Minister Qin's family was turned upside down, and skilled craftsmen were invited from all over to build a courtyard for their son.

Three months later, winter passed and spring came, the snow in Su Qinglang's house melted, and there was a desolate scene everywhere, and the new garden of the prime minister's mansion had just been completed.

At that time, Su Qinglang was invited to come here, and walking in the mansion covered with apricot blossoms, he felt that the flowers were in full bloom, surrounded by clusters, like flying snow, and every step was like walking in a dream.

Qin Huan said: "I can't make it snow in April, but I can build this garden for you to see. In this way, even in spring, you can also see the snow scene in winter."

Listening to his words, Su Qinglang was distracted for a moment, but didn't react for a long time.

Afterwards, the two sat in the corridor under the pavilion, toasted and drank together, surrounded by fallen flowers, and heard Qin Huan say: "This garden has been built, but it has no name yet, why don't you let Brother Su come and pick it up."

Just at this moment, the breeze blew over the head, the flower branches swayed, and an apricot blossom fell lightly, which happened to land in Su Qinglang's cup.

He looked at the apricot blossom in the cup, raised his eyes to look at Qin Huan and said with a smile: "Luohua is intentional, Xueluo is silent, since my garden is called Tingxue Pavilion, why not call yours Changxue Garden."

Since then, the residence of the prime minister's son has been named Changxue Garden, and the apricot blossoms are in full bloom every year, like a snow scene somewhere, stretching undefeated.