Qinglian Snow Heavy

Congee Qinglian caught it right.Now Jia Rui failed to steal food, and the consequences were serious. Jia Rui slept on the floor bunk for more than ten days, and did not drink porridge for more than ten days.Although the porridge was bland and tasteless, I was tired of drinking it, but if I didn't drink it, I felt flustered, so I had to post it again. Fortunately, Qinglian was soft-hearted and Jiarui forgave Jiarui three times and four times.So Jiarui started hunting, barbecue and eating porridge again.

Jiarui carefully held the bowl, observing Qinglian's complexion, put the porridge in a jade spoon and blew it to cool, and then handed it to Qinglian's mouth with a flattering smile. "Hey, Qinglian, let's have some porridge, okay?" Qinglian couldn't bear Jiarui's regal look and put on such a salivating smile, and when Jiarui stretched out his hand to take a sip of the porridge, her complexion also changed. Chill out.

Seeing Qinglian smiling, Jiarui breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bowl, hugged Qinglian tightly in his arms, and said, "Congee is also good, as long as you cook it, you like it." Qinglian rested her head on Jiarui's side. Rui's chest, his eyes just fell on the hare that Jia Rui hunted back just like Ah Huang.Remembering that she complained about Jiarui just now, in fact Jiarui should be the same as herself, so Qinglian slightly pushed Jiarui away, raised her head and said to Jiarui: "Hanchen, learn how to be different in the future, is it okay?"

"Silly Lian, it's not an apology." Jia Rui rubbed Qing Lian's hair with a smile, "Tonight, we will have porridge." The look, these are all seen by Qinglian, Qinglian thought: "Why don't we eat tonight? Well... why don't we go out to eat, I haven't been to the market for a long time, why don't we go to the night market , come back after dinner."

After Qinglian said this, Jiarui's eyes lit up immediately, and he gnawed his head resting on Qinglian's neck, Qinglian was so itchy that she couldn't stand it and struggled to escape.Qinglian pushed open the pane, saw the darkening sky outside, persuaded Jiarui to drink some more porridge, used some herself, and then prepared to go out.With Qinglian in her arms, Jia Rui was in full bloom, and since she didn't need to drink porridge at night, she was naturally in an extreme mood, so Jia Rui kicked the prey on the ground and waited for Ah Huang drooling for a long time.Carrying Qinglian and turning out of the kitchen, Jiarui carefully helped Qinglian tie a fox-fur cape, packed some things, and then went out. Ahua, who was basking in the sunset in the yard, had found a comfortable place to lie down beside the stove. The heart of the housekeeper.

Jiarui and Qinglian lived on a separate mountain behind the hunting ground behind the Suzhou palace, and they could meet Zhenji just after turning around the shade of the mountain.Because it belongs to the royal hunting ground, there will not be people disturbing each other, it is very quiet, but it is not too troublesome to go to and from the market.It's October, before You time, the sky has already darkened, the afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on the clouds on the top of the mountain, blurring the entire mountain scenery, the maple forest is getting late, and it is a beautiful autumn scenery.

There are no shortcuts in the mountains, and it takes a lot of effort to walk the mountain roads. Qinglian's legs and feet suffered from old diseases back then, so she had to walk slowly with a bamboo stick.Maybe it was because the sky was getting dark, and the criss-crossing trails were a bit confusing. They were supposed to turn over a small hill and turn to the other side of the mountain. Unexpectedly, the two walked along the ridge road to the top of the main mountain range in the hunting ground.Jia Rui knew the location of the "Sun-Guarding Pavilion", so he knew that today he went the wrong way because of extreme joy and sorrow.

Jiarui hugged her tightly so that Qinglian could rest on her chest. The sky had already completely darkened, the sky was covered by dense clouds, and there was no light from the stars and the moon. It was impossible to go down the mountain in the dark at this time.Jia Rui took out the fireworks and arrows from his bosom, and was about to signal for the palace guards to pick them up, but was held down by Qing Lian.Shaking her head at Chao Jiarui, Qinglian said, "It's rare for the two of you to climb the mountain to see the night scenery, and they didn't have any interest in calling the guards."

In fact, in the dark night, apart from the lights of the people shining in the distance, there is no good night scene. Jia Rui knew that Qinglian did not want to live in seclusion and the two relied on the privilege of the emperor again, so he had no choice but to follow Qinglian's wishes.The October night wind was already chilly, and the frail Qinglian couldn't help shivering in Jiarui's arms. Jiarui knew that climbing the mountain for a long time had exhausted most of Qinglian's strength, so he quickly helped Qinglian to rest in the pavilion.

After all, it is in the Royal Forest Garden. In autumn, the sun viewing pavilion has been surrounded by thick felt blankets, and there is no cold wind when sitting in it.There is plenty of charcoal fire in the brazier in the center of the pavilion, and there is a copper pot on it. There are tea trays and fruit boxes on the round platform in the pavilion, and all the utensils are available. It seems that someone is taking good care of this place.Jiarui lit the brazier, and then hung it on the glazed lamp at the foot of the Guanri Pavilion, and suddenly the pavilion was filled with warm light.

Blown by the cold wind after nightfall, Qinglian's hands and feet were already cold. Jiarui held Qinglian's hand and held it in his arms.The wind gusted outside like a gust, and Jiarui lowered the last curtain, and the sun viewing pavilion became a small closed space. The gold silk charcoal was quietly burning in the brazier, and the room was warm.The water in the copper pot should have boiled, and there was a beeping sound. Jiarui fetched the tea set to moisten it, and poured water to feed Qinglian. Unexpectedly, Qinglian had already fallen asleep leaning against the corridor.

Jia Rui sighed, it seems that no matter how much she takes care of herself, Qinglian's body is impossible to be healthy again, sometimes Qinglian will fall asleep without warning while sitting.Is it true that as the imperial physician said, I suffered too much when I was young, and overdrawn too much vitality, so that I am still alive now, and my vitality is dying, and it is still pending.

Jiarui once asked Qinglian what method she used to save her life when she was dying.Every time Jiarui asked about this, Qinglian always smiled and said nothing, and when she was forced to be anxious, she just said lightly that she had made a wish.Later, Jia Rui didn't ask any more, because Jia Rui gradually figured out the reason: why he fainted with heartache when the black iron engraved with "Yan" was branded on Qinglian's chest back then; But still can clearly feel the love from the bottom of my heart.Jiarui felt that he shared Qinglian's life and made Qinglian endure the hardship of the two of them, so when they reunited 20 years later, Jiarui cherished Qinglian very much, and in fact it was exactly the same.

Jiarui carefully wrapped her robe around Qinglian's body, and then lifted Qinglian's feet up the leaning porch, so that Qinglian could lie more comfortably in her arms.Reflecting the orange-red flame, Qinglian's pale face was also smudged with warm color. Jiarui looked carefully at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, and felt only happiness and satisfaction.Perhaps it was because the previous 20 years were too long, and the poison of lovesickness almost drove people to a dead end, so even though they have been together for all these years, Jia Rui still feels unreal.

Jia Ruiqu involuntarily tightened her embrace, Qinglian's head rested on her chin, she loosened Qinglian's bun with a few movements, and the silver strands poured down, reflecting the firelight, it was a bit dazzling.Jia Rui holds up her silver hair, even now that Qinglian is in her arms, she still feels pain in her heart, after 20 years of separation, what kind of wind, knife, frost and sword did it take to get this green silk and white snow.

Jia Rui lowered his head and kissed Qing Lian's forehead lightly. The hair band tied on her forehead had long been loosened, and now Jia Rui's lips were no longer emerald and gentle, but fiery flesh and blood.The kiss was light like a spring breeze blowing on the face, because Jiarui was afraid of waking Qinglian up, so Jiarui raised his head and stared at Qinglian with deep eyes.With the supreme crown removed, Qinglian regained the freedom of ordinary people, but at a heavy price.

The delicate face has not withered due to the wind and frost of the years, but it is a pity that above Qinglian's brows, the entire forehead is completely occupied by scars, mottled and uneven, and there is no good skin to be found, and there is no trace of the Buddha Lotus water moon at all.Watching and watching, Jiarui was blinded by tears before he knew it. What kind of pain did he have to suffer in the first place to get rid of the shackles of fate and withdraw the crown that melted into flesh and blood.Jia Rui didn't dare to think about it anymore, but hugged the person in his arms tightly and even tighter.

Embracing each other at night, heart to heart, relying on each other from body to soul, the two lost their way and fell asleep.When she woke up again, the charcoal fire in the basin gradually died down, and the sky was shining through the curtain. Qinglian felt the cold, and shrank subconsciously into Jiarui's arms, but Jiarui rubbed her face in the arms with her lips, waking Qinglian up.

Jia Rui was worried that Qinglian's stomach would not recover after eating at night, so he woke Qinglian up.In addition, the water in the copper pot was still warm, fortunately there was a pastry and fruit plate in the Guanri Pavilion, Jia Rui took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake dipped in water and fed it to Qing Lian, Qing Lian held Jia Rui's hand and slowly bit it, and finally she He gnawed on Jia Rui's fingers, but he was rewarded by "seeking up and down".The two young people still have a childlike innocence, and they rolled together, and finally ended with Qinglian pleading.

While laughing and laughing with Jia Rui, Qing Lian was secretly sad because he knew that he must have passed out again last night and broke his promise not to go to the town to visit the night market.I don't know how long this body can last, Jiarui's laughter is behind her, Qinglian dare not face it, she lifts the curtain to distract herself from mourning, but is shocked by the scene in front of her.

The vast expanse of white stretches to the end of the world, no, Qinglian took a deep breath, the vastness in front of her eyes has no end at all.The snowy night was clear early in the morning, the sky was still covered with a deep blue, but the ground was already bright, flying Qiong danced wildly, like fragments of the sky, falling from the nine heavens, intending to bury the whole world.It's not that Qinglian has never seen heavy snow. That day on the altar, lamenting and weeping in the snow, I'm afraid she will never forget it. However, looking up at the sky that day, how can it compare with looking down at the world today.With such a magnificent view, Qinglian couldn't help stepping out of the pavilion, stepping into the snow, slowly stretching out her hands, embracing the whole world.

Seeing Qinglian going deep into the snow, Jiarui was afraid that he would not catch the cold, so he hurriedly took a cloak from the pavilion and wrapped Qinglian around it to avoid the cold.Jiarui restrained Qinglian with the cloak and his arms, and never let the beloved one feel the slightest chill when she was by Qinglian's side.Jiarui hugged Qinglian's waist, rested her head on the neck, and breathed greedily, which belonged to Qinglian's taste.Jiarui murmured in Qinglian's ear: "Qinglian, love, lotus, love, love, love...", as if echoing in the depths of the soul, the voice did not disperse.

Qinglian didn't move, let Jiarui hold her, and shouted, the snow gradually wrapped the two standing together, as if forming a bond.