Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

And let's talk about Zhuge Yi, he has always had a good face, how could he tell the truth?He doesn't like to deceive himself and others, this time in Nan Puyue's matter, although he was really hurt and bruised all over his body, what's the point of mentioning it again?

"Father, don't be angry, and the child is just talking casually, don't worry about it." Zhuge Yi changed into a flattering obedient appearance, with black hair and star eyes, and a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth. He was no different than usual.

Maybe he thought too much, Zhuge Boran sighed, speechless.

The cold wind is like a knife, and this winter is extraordinarily cold.

On this day, the father and son sat together until the evening, and it was not until a gust of cold wind blew furiously that the doors and windows trembled, Zhuge Yi got up in surprise and opened the door to check.

Looking from a distance, the sky is covered with stratus clouds, heavy snow, and the cold westerly wind blowing, sweeping up a bleak, frost covered the entire Jingzi city, only a cold moon, faintly shining on the world.

The howling cold wind came into the house, accompanied by the noisy roar, Zhuge Boran couldn't help frowning, seeing the wind and snow outside, and it was getting late, he said concernedly: "Yi'er won't go back tonight, stay here Stay overnight."

He didn't answer, and turned his back to his father, his face showing worry unscrupulously, in such bad weather, maybe... that man has already returned, he comforted himself like this.

"Yi'er?"

"Ah?" He turned around in a daze and replied, and then sighed slightly soon, already knowing how preoccupied he was, and his father might have noticed it already.

"My father is asking you something, why are you so absent-minded?"

After entering the room and closing the door, Zhuge Yi turned around and replied seriously: "The wind was too strong just now, I didn't hear it, what did father say?"

Regarding his statement, Zhuge Boran had nothing to talk to, and he didn't want to entangle this topic any more, so he continued with the previous question: "My father just said that you should spend the night here tonight."

Dispelling the worries in his heart, he nodded and said, "Okay."

From now on it's business as usual, except for the weather...

At dinner time, it was naturally dark, and the maids were busy cleaning out the wing room he used to live in. In fact, his bedroom was cleaned every day, but when he stayed occasionally, the servants would check it carefully. That's all.

At this time, Zhuge Yi, who didn't know how to eat, ate a third of his full, and walked out of the dining room. In the dark sky, God seemed to have lost his temper. The earth, like a pair of indifferent eyes, quietly looks down on the trajectory of the fate of the world...

However, no one can reach anyone's heart. At this time, no matter how bleak the weather is, it may not compare to the worries in Zhuge Yi's heart. Those invisible ghosts and ghosts are wandering in his thoughts, devouring his calmness and testing his calmness. His patience was useless in the end, and he simply put aside everything and stopped thinking about it, stepped on the snow in the corridor, and hurried back to his room.

In the dormitory, the cold wind was too strong, so through the gap in the window paper, I still couldn't stop sneaking in, the oil lamp flickered, two teenage maids opened the door and brought two quilts, and put them on the couch quickly. paved.

After everything was ready and the maid flicked away, he was left alone in Nuo Da's dormitory. He looked around. Although his body was warm, the uneasiness in his heart became stronger. After the uneasiness passed, he only felt It's mediocrity.

Accompanied by the restlessness in my heart, I turned off the oil lamp, undressed and went to the couch.

At the middle of the night, the weather outside had turned a little bit. The wind and snow had become smaller and tended to subside. This long night was about to pass after all.

In the morning, the wind had stopped, the snowflakes were only dotted, and when the sky was only dim, a servant in the costume of Zuo Xiangfu hurried to the Taifu's Mansion with a lantern. As long as he caught a person in the mansion, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw. Claiming to him that there is something important to report to your lord.

The boy who got up early to clear the snow in the mansion saw his anxious expression, and it seemed that there was something really important, so he took him to report.

Walking to the other courtyard, the young servant who led the way just said, "The front is..."

"I'll report it first." Before he could say it, the lantern-handler threw the lantern away and shouted desperately, "Master, something is wrong!" On the nearest path, stepping on the thick snow, he ran to the door of the bedroom. He knocked on the door boldly, and said anxiously and anxiously: "Master! Don't go to sleep! Something happened in the house!"

This night, Zhuge Yi, who was already sleeping lightly, woke up and fell asleep again, was disturbed by the sudden noise, he frowned, no longer sleepy, sat up and began to dress clothing.

"Master? Are you there?..."

"What's the fuss about early in the morning?" Zhuge Yi angrily threw it at him.

The people outside the door immediately fell silent.

After he adjusted his appearance, he finally opened the door and sat down beside the desk calmly, then he said casually, "Come in and answer."

After hearing this, the young servant immediately entered the room, and seeing his anxious expression, his hurried appearance made people feel impetuous along with him.

At this time, Zhuge Yi said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The boy was sweating coldly on his forehead. He secretly raised his eyes to look at the suspicious Zhuge Yi, licked his lips, and said in a slurred voice, "Master, you should go back quickly, King Ling'an... King Ling'an..."

Nan Puyue?For a moment, Zhuge Yi's brows were furrowed, he had a bad feeling, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the servant by the collar and asked nervously: "What's wrong with him?"

The little boy was startled: "He...he..." At this point, he suddenly knelt down with a plop, and said with a mournful face, "Master, don't ask me, I don't know, just go back and have a look. "

As soon as the words fell, there was a muffled "bang", Zhuge Yue pushed open the half side door blocking the way, and rushed out with strides like the wind. In the back, panting all the way.

He'll be fine!It will be fine!Stepping on the foot-deep snow, Zhuge Yi only had this one thought in his mind, nothing else at all. His heart was eager and burning with urgency. Although he was already running very fast, he still wanted to fly over immediately.

Finally, he ran back to the dormitory anxiously, but he didn't want to run to the moon gate and stopped in shock!

Looking around, it turned out that there was a person lying in the corridor, or someone who didn't know if he was still breathing. At the moment, the person was covered with wind and snow, and his head was even covered so that he couldn't see his face clearly.

But even so, Zhuge Yi recognized it at a glance just by the blue belt of the jade crown or the faint sparkle of the left ear. Who else could it be if it wasn't Nan Puyue? !