Beauty is not the same [Quick Transmigration]

The snow in the courtyard kept falling, and when it didn't stop, the cold wind blew past, and the two sleeping in each other's arms couldn't hear it.

Hao Su had a long dream in this quiet warmth. The memories of being with Fan Qing were changing in the dream. They regressed, regressed, and stayed in the memory that appeared many times but was never complete. in the scenes that have appeared.

In the midwinter season, the snow fell heavily and quickly, and the passers-by hugged their robes tightly, and when they returned home, they patted their shoulders and the top of their heads to shake off the snow from their bodies.

At the base of the city wall, a beggar in ragged clothes squatted there, letting the wind and snow soak him in, without moving a bit.

He looked very pitiful. In this windy and snowy day, he was not only naked, but even his only shoe was broken, and his red toes were exposed. I don't know if it was from the cold or because he walked too much. , so that there is still blood on it.Both hands were also swollen and bruised.

It's just that the beggar was unmoved at all, he seemed to have lost all consciousness, and just stayed there hugging his knees.

Someone felt sorry for him and threw a copper coin at his feet.But soon, the copper coins were snatched away by other beggars.

He saw this, but still remained motionless, not even turning his black eyeballs, like an ancient statue, decayed and full of lifelessness.It wasn't until a grain of snow hit his eyelashes that he seemed to finally react. The nerves in his face twitched slowly, staring at the snow field where the copper coins were thrown, frowning, and returning to his expressionless face again. The look of the expression.

This is not the first time that the scene under the city wall has happened. The other beggars are laughing at each other wantonly, but they have to admit that their "market" has been good these days, and a large part of the reason is due to each other.

So every night, they would give the beggar some soup and batter, so that he would not die too early.

Day after day, he survived from summer to winter.

It seemed that the snow would not stop for a while. The beggar who was hugging his knees was soon covered with a layer of snow, which dyed his hair and eyebrows white.

"Hey, idiot, shake the snow on your body quickly!" Chang Jiu threw a stone on the beggar named idiot. He was the best among the beggars in this area, and was called the boss by the rest.

Last summer, this idiot suddenly appeared in Sicheng. Sicheng is at the foot of the emperor. Even if he is a beggar, it is better than other places.Because she looks young and doesn't know how to come, she was excluded everywhere, and finally moved to their area.

Chang Jiu was also reluctant to have more contact with the other party. After all, this person seemed to have a problem with his brain. It took him a long time to react to a word with him, and he did things slowly.

But there is one thing, this idiot is very worry-free, as long as you give him a place, it will be fine for him to stay motionless for a month.

Seeing that the other party can get some money every day, Chang Jiu also acquiesced in the existence of the idiot, and he was the one who asked someone to give the batter soup to the other party in the first place.

Chang Jiu was not in a hurry when he finished talking to the idiot, and waited patiently.Sure enough, it took a while for the other party to gradually respond.

The beggar raised his head, his long hair was disheveled, his face was also covered with dirt, and there was no place where people could be seen all over his body.A pair of eyes were dark and silent, Chang Jiu was stunned the first time he saw the idiot's eyes, even though he had been in Sicheng for so many years, he had never seen such a person——

It is clearly alive, but it looks like a dead person, lifeless, it is simply an empty shell of a walking dead.

But he didn't ask more about the idiot's past, everyone has their own secrets, he is a beggar, not a storyteller, why are he curious about these meaningless things.

"Shaking Snow, like this, do you understand?"

Seeing the idiot looking at him, Changjiu swayed his whole body against the wall and made a demonstration.

The beggar blinked slowly, expressionless, imitating Chang Jiu's movements like a puppet.But Xue didn't take the picture, he seemed to be unable to do such a simple movement well.

Chang Jiu felt irritable when he saw it, and was about to get up to help the idiot shoot him off, lest he freeze to death, when suddenly there was a soft ringing of a bell in the distance.

Jingle Bell.Jingle Bell.

This is a world of strict dignity and lowliness, and the status of literati is very lofty, especially the great Confucianism and Fanjia.

Mrs. Fan is the current grand master, famous all over the world, and his students are all over the court, the countryside and the countryside. Even the people of the royal family must treat each other with courtesy, without any disrespect.

Fan Jun has two sons, one is Fan Xun and the other is Fan Zhang, who are also dragons and phoenixes among the people. They were called the Twin Heroes of Sicheng when they were young.Fan Zhang even ascended to the imperial court when he was 30 years old, and Fan Xun did not give in. He inherited Fan Jun's mantle and carried forward Fan Xue.

Fan's travel is very particular, there are fragrant chariots and BMWs, and palace bells are hung on the four corners of the chariot, and the sound arrives before people arrive.The so-called "BMW carved cars are all over the road" ①, nothing more.

Along the way, there are countless people who prostrate and kneel down.

It was precisely when Chang Jiu heard the ringing of the palace bell that he immediately held back his breath.Even if the beggars squatted at the corner of the wall, they all knelt down in the direction of the carriage in an orderly manner, and the rules were strict, which could be seen.

On the long street, for a while, only horses' hoofs treading snow, palace bells ringing, no one else's voice was heard.

Kneeling in an inconspicuous corner for a long time, he took time to glance at the idiot, seeing that the other party was still in a daze and did not make any movements, he couldn't help feeling anxious secretly.

"Kneel! Kneel quickly!"

If this idiot is found out, he will definitely be taken away by the Shuntian Mansion later on.

Over the years, they have never seen anyone who was arrested by the Shuntian Mansion come out.

The horseshoes clattered, and they arrived at their side in a short while.Rao Changjiu wanted to help the idiot, but he was powerless.

At that time, maybe no one can help, and I will also pay for it.

The idiot doesn't have a strong sense of presence like this, as long as he doesn't make a sound, he might be able to get past.

With such a fluke mentality, he lowered his head, the wind and snow were blowing on his neck, and the biting cold couldn't make this group of people make any movements that they shouldn't have.

Jingle Bell.Jingle Bell.

The ringing of the bell gradually faded, Chang Jiu thought that Fan's people had gone far away, but just when he was about to raise his head, he suddenly heard the sound of a horse resting in his ear.Immediately afterwards, a person stepped out of the gorgeously furnished carriage, who looked like a servant. The other person pulled out a stool from inside, and opened the curtain respectfully.

"Young master, be careful, the ground is slippery."

He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people inside.

Chang Jiu was curious for a while, and boldly raised his head quietly. The wind and snow were so heavy that he couldn't see clearly.

If it is said that Fan's family is a world-renowned literary giant, then Fan Xun's only son——Fan Qing, is even more proud of heaven.He has enjoyed everything that others cannot reach since he was born, but he has never seen pride.On the contrary, he inherited all the good qualities from his grandfather, father, uncle, and even his mother who came from a noble family.

He is smart, knowledgeable, kind-hearted, as bright as the moon, and as pure as snow.It was rumored that he was very beautiful, and the beauty of his skin and flesh was soaked in the fragrance of books, as elegant as a banished fairy, lonely and far away, unattainable.

Fan Qing has shown intelligence that is different from ordinary people since he was born, so he has been taught as the successor of the Fan family.

He has been following Fan Jun since he was a child, respecting and learning all kinds of literary arts from ancient times to the present, and was personally trained by the other party.Everyone who has seen him will sigh from the bottom of his heart, he is really a god.

Fan Qing is twenty-four this year, no accidents, she will definitely inherit Fan Xun's mantle in the future and lead the Fan family to a higher level.

When he was young, he showed amazing talent in this area. Compared with his parents, his reputation is even higher than that of his parents. There are no literati in the north and south of the river who do not know him. A poem improvised in front of the current emperor at the age of 14 is still regarded as a treasure.

People as lowly as Chang Jiu can occasionally hear Fan Qing's name.

In the cold winter of last year, the group of them almost couldn't even fill their stomachs, and they were about to starve to death by the side of the road. It was the other party who ordered someone to open the house to distribute rice, which made them survive.

He was grateful to the other party in his heart, but he didn't dare to mention Fan Qing's name without authorization.Such a glorious person, how can he talk about it.

Even saying Fan Qing's name is an insult to the other party.

The wind and snow seemed to be getting bigger, melting inside his neck, making the chill even heavier.

The servant sitting in the carriage backed away, his voice was like jade, it was too precious to be grasped.He stretched out his hand to support the curtain, his skin was as clear as frost, more beautiful than the snow all over the sky.The curtain of the car was opened further, revealing that cold and magnificent face, so beautiful that it made people subconsciously stop breathing.

Fan Qing was dressed in a white robe, elegant and dignified, with a single glance, the nobility of the son of the family was fully revealed.

He looked at a beggar who was hiding under the city wall, and his indifferent expression suddenly melted away, like a pool of spring water.

The love is long and soft, and it only goes completely towards one person.

"Wait for me here."

He told the boy, and he walked towards the city wall.

"My lord, there are a bunch of beggars there, you have a noble status, I'm afraid you will be polluted..."

"Stop talking too much."

Fan Qing's voice was gentle but resolute, full of intolerance, which made the boy realize that he had exceeded the rules, and repeatedly bowed his head to plead guilty.

For such a beautiful person, even Xue seemed to favor him, walking all the way, and when he reached the beggar, the cloak was covered with snowflakes.

Chang Jiu had never met Fan Qing, but he always remembered the savior in his heart.Seeing that the benefactor got out of the carriage at this moment, I was both happy and surprised.

He was happy that he could see the respectful face of the other party, but he was surprised that the idiot was still huddled there, without any etiquette at all, if the other party pursued it, the consequences would be disastrous.

But rules and class are like two insurmountable mountains, weighing heavily on his back.On such a cold day, Chang Jiu's forehead gradually broke out in cold sweat.

After a long time, he heard the other party's voice.

"What's your name?" Every line is elegant.

Fan Qing looked at the motionless beggar without any impatience.He even slowly squatted down, making his eyes level with the other party.

Even in this season, beggars can smell some peculiar smell.But Fan Qing's expression remained the same, like the spring breeze in March.

The spotless hands fell on the beggar's hair, removing the grass clippings that he didn't know when it got on.

He didn't care about getting himself dirty, so he took out a clean handkerchief and wiped people's faces bit by bit.

The beggar's face was already covered with a layer of snow, and Wen Yunuan was wearing a handkerchief, so it was easy to wipe it off.

In a short while, his original face was revealed - his eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his facial features were upright, his appearance was superior, and he was handsome and fierce.Because the lines are too sharp, and the expression on the face at this moment, it looks extremely indifferent, deep down to the bone.

Even though he is now dirty, he still has no loss of style.

After Fan Qing wiped the person's face, she gently held the other person's hand.He looks so holy and noble, but he encounters filth without hesitation.

Just as he was about to speak, someone suddenly came over from the side.

This person was very measured, Fan Qing was not surprised, it was Chang Jiu.He came here on his knees and was kowtowing to Fan Qing non-stop.

"My lord, forgive me, my lord, this beggar has a bad brain, he is a fool, please don't care about him like him."

Chang Jiu didn't know why Fan Qing got off the carriage, and why he asked the idiot question.He hesitated again and again in his heart, but in the end he became ruthless and ran to Fan Qing to plead guilty for the idiot.

People belong to him, so you can't just watch them die.

It's not that he's really out of his mind, he rushed over rashly.

Chang Jiu thought in his heart, since Fan Qing even rescued them beggars, he must be a kind-hearted person.Such people, even if they are angry, will not care too much about them.

As he spoke, Chang Jiu knocked his head on the ground a few more times.During the ups and downs, he saw that the bottom of Fan Qing's exquisitely crafted boots had been soaked in snow.

"What's your relationship with him?" Fan Qing was still clinging to the beggar's hand and didn't let it go. When he asked Chang Jiu, the eyes of the quiet man moved, and his eyes fell on Fan Qing's side face.

He was born beautiful, even with cold brows and eyes.However, no matter how beautiful the skin is, it is no different from other things in his eyes.

"Return...Return to Young Master, the villain has nothing to do with him, but he takes care of him a little at ordinary times."

Chang Jiu smelled a cold fragrance, which came from Fan Qing's body, and he held his breath, not daring to smell more, for fear of insulting the other party.

Seeing that although he was flustered, he still spoke clearly in an orderly manner, and was willing to intercede for others at this critical moment, Fan Qing's eyes were a little more appreciative.

"It's okay, I don't want to blame him, go to the side."

"Yes... yes..." Changjiu retreated to the side, it was the leeward place, and the severe cold gradually became a mass of warmth.He carefully glanced at the idiot again, and saw that the other person's face had been wiped clean, and he looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and even if he was by Fan Qing's side, he was no less stunning than the other person.

He didn't expect that the real face of the idiot would be so good-looking.

Just watching, Fan Qing took off the cloak on her body and put it on the opponent.Chang Jiu didn't dare to watch it any longer, but sighed in his heart, it seemed that the idiot's good days were coming.

As he thought, the next moment he heard Fan Qing ask softly: "Would you like to follow me back home?"

The beggar reacted slowly, Fan Qing seemed to have known about it a long time ago, and waited for him quietly, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes seemed to be soaked by water mist.

Seeing that the other party did not respond for a long time, he was not annoyed, but tied the cloak even more, led the other party to stand up, and walked straight to his carriage.

The beggar was also quiet, although he didn't respond to Fan Qing's words, he didn't struggle.

The beggars behind each lowered their heads, envious in their hearts.There are so many of them, Dudu Dudu was taken a fancy to by Fan Qing and wanted to take him back home.

That was the Fan Mansion, a place they would never be able to touch in their entire lives.

The beggars were envious, but the servant who followed Fan Qing frowned when he saw that he was leading a dirty beggar and wanted to bring him into the carriage.

"My lord, this beggar is dirty and smelly..."

"shut up!"

Fan Qing's tone was rare and severe, and her usual gentle temperament, now she would get angry because of a beggar who was randomly picked up from the bottom of the wall.

"Forgive me, son. Wen Mi is also thinking of you. You have a noble status. If people know that you ride with a beggar, you will lose your reputation."

"Grandfather taught me since I was a child that there is no distinction between teaching and learning, and that there is no distinction between high and low. We only ride in a carriage together, so how can we get famous?"

Fan Qing looks weak, but her heart is firmer than anyone else.He will not change his attitude towards the people around him because of foreign objects and strict hierarchy.

After finishing speaking, he asked Wen Mi to give Chang Jiu and the others some money, and asked him to arrange the group of people, and then took the beggar who hadn't spoken so far into the carriage.

The palace bell rang again, and the horseshoes continued. Fan Qing took off the cloak for the other party, and her voice was the softest: "Don't be afraid, I will take care of you from now on."

The beggar's eyes turned again, very slowly, as if such a movement was full of difficulty for him.

Fan Qing didn't force him to speak, but poured a glass of warm water, handed it to the other person's mouth, and fed him to drink little by little.

After finishing the drink, I took out some pastries, all of which melted in the mouth, had not been out for a long time, and were specially preserved, and the pastries were still hot.

He twirled the pastry and also fed the people slowly.

A lot of pastry crumbs were unknowingly stained on the clean white robe, and there were also stains from being too close to the beggar, but he didn't mind at all, and stared at the beggar with clear eyes.

"This is rose shortcake. I specially asked the kitchen to add a little sugar. It's not too sweet. Do you like it?"

"And this one, it's a bit salty."

"Drink some more water."

The beggar doesn't speak, but Fan Qing always seems to be able to understand the meaning of the other party.He hasn't had a full stomach for a long time, and suddenly he can't eat too much. He pays attention to the proportion, and stops when the feeding is almost done.

The handkerchief wiped the beggar's face, it was already dirty, so he held up his sleeve and wiped the corner of the beggar's mouth.When he saw the scars on the opponent's body, his eyes were filled with distress.

"No one will bully you anymore." He held the beggar's hand, his voice was soft, and a tear fell down, hitting the back of the beggar's hand.

Even his tears seemed to be cold, but when they melted, they turned into a ball of heat.

The beggar's fingers trembled after a while, like water passing without a trace.

As the successor of the Fan family, Fan Qing is respected and respected by the world, and he is regarded as the bright moon in the sky.

But now he leaned down and offered all his tenderness to the humble beggar in front of him.

"No one will bully you anymore."

He repeated what he said just now, silent paranoia flickered in his calm and gentle eyes.

The beggar—that is, Hao Su, looked at him indifferently.

Even though he understood that Fan Qing was shedding tears for himself, there was no disturbance in his heart.

He's a weirdo, born without emotions.

Gong Ling's trip to Fan's residence finally stopped again, Fan Qing didn't know why she left the door early in the morning, but now that she came back, all the servants came out to greet her.Those who lead the horse lead the horse, those who move the stool move the stool, and those who respond return.

"Master Hui, let the hot water in the kitchen be ready when you leave."

"The soup is also simmering on the stove."

"The clothes have also been sent to your bedroom."

"Master, do you want to take a shower and change clothes? I'll order people to prepare immediately."

The servants stood in a row outside the carriage and whispered back.However, when they saw Fan Qing leading Hao Su down, their eyes widened.

Even though Hao Su is wearing Fan Qing's cloak, anyone with eyes can see the other party's true identity.He is clearly an inferior beggar, how can he ride with the young master?Not to mention being held by the young master so intimately.

But before they raised any objections, they heard Fan Qing's majestic order.

"Get ready to take a shower, and ask someone to bring more hot water to my room. Don't need to say more."

"Yes, son."

They are servants after all, how can they control who Fan Qing brings back.The clever boy hurriedly reported to the first and second masters.

Fan's scholarly family is a place where beggars can come.

Fan Xun heard what the servants said and learned that Fan Qing went in and out with a beggar, patted the table with frowning brows, and was about to rush to the other's courtyard, but was stopped by Fan Zhang.

"I think he did the right thing this time."

Scholars are the most respected person of noble character. Fan Qing brought back a beggar from outside, and rode with him without disdain. Within a day, it must be spread all over the city.

He was an official in the court, and his thinking was different from Fan Xun's.For a long time, Fan Zhang felt that his nephew was more than smart, but his character was too lonely, so it was just right.

"Qing'er is twenty-four. When you were his age, you took over Fan's, so don't worry."

Fan Zhang's words were well-founded and soon convinced Fan Xun.But if he knew that Fan Qing not only brought back a beggar, but also prepared to bathe him with his own hands, he would definitely not be as peaceful as he is now.

In Fan Qing's courtyard, the servants brought the bathtub and hot water to the room, and then left one after another.His room is elegantly decorated, full of elegance, and full of books.

Hao Su seemed to barge in abruptly, he wasn't interested in any of this and let Fan Qing arrange it.

When Wen Mi hurried back, what he saw was their noble son bringing the dirty beggar into his bedroom.

"My lord, how can your room..."

In the middle of his speech, he remembered Fan Qing's angry appearance just outside, and immediately swallowed the rest of the words into his throat.After all, he has been by Fan Qing's side for many years, even if he is a servant, he still has a few ounces of ink in his stomach.

"What I mean is, if you want to take him in, you can order your servants to clean up another room, and you don't have to bring him into your own room. In this cold winter and heavy snow, the soles of your shoes are soaked, so you should take a bath and change clothes as soon as possible to avoid He is suffering from the wind and cold. As for him, he will be changed and cleaned by the servant before he comes to see you."

Wen Mi didn't know which sentence aroused Fan Qing's taboo, only to see that his brows and eyes suddenly became heavy, and his whole body was very restrained.

"Go out, you don't need anyone to wait on you here."

"Can……"

Wen Mi wanted to say a few more words, but when he met Shang Fan Qing's eyes, he couldn't say anything.

The young master was brought up by the Tailord since he was a child, and that aura of calmness and prestige makes people subconsciously silence.

Wen Mi knew that she couldn't change Fan Qing's thoughts, so she could only back down as she said.

Before Fan Qing left the mansion, she specially asked her servants to burn the earth dragon in the room, and after a short while standing inside, her whole body became warm.

The bathtub is behind the screen, and the four sides are specially blocked. Even if you don't wear clothes, you won't feel the slightest cold.

He first poured the bathing water for Hao Su, then found a bottle from a wooden box, and poured the powdery substance inside into clean water.

It is a holy medicine for treating trauma, and the wound will heal quickly after soaking it several times.

After finishing everything, he untied the tie of the cloak for Hao Su.When he saw the other party's disheveled appearance again, his nose was sour again, and his eyes were foggy.

But he didn't shed any more tears, but gently helped Senior Hao take off his already damaged clothes.

"You have an injury on your body, I'll take a bath for you first, and then apply some medicine." Not knowing how many injuries Hao Su had on his body, he said again: "I'll take it slowly, if it hurts...just wrinkle it Mei, let me know, okay?"

He knew that Hao Su had suffered a lot, so he didn't have to say anything if he didn't want to talk, but he didn't want Hao Su to suffer.

The water in the bathtub was rather hot, and after Fan Qing took off Hao Su's clothes, the water temperature was still quite suitable.

It's just that he couldn't hold back his tears when he actually saw Hao Su's injuries after he had done a good job in psychological construction.

Hao Su is nineteen years old this year. Long-term malnutrition makes him look like he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The clothes that Fan Qing prepared for him were all in his own size, and now they seem to be just right, which is why the servant did not notice the abnormality before.

However, there was hardly a piece of good flesh on the other party's body, it was blue and purple, and there was a scratch that was as long as the width of the palm, and the bone was deeply visible.

When Fan Qing undressed Hao Su, the wound was connected with the clothes and festered. He used scissors to cut bit by bit so as not to hurt Hao Su.

During the cutting process, Fan Qing's hand trembled three times, but he suppressed it every time.

His eyes were unbearably red, his head was kept down, and his tears were like broken beads.

"sorry."

He said this sentence repeatedly, but without beginning or end, Hao Su couldn't understand it, and it didn't matter whether he understood it.

Fan Qing was not overly immersed in his emotions. He had more important things to do now, which was to heal Hao Su's injuries.

After bringing him into the bathtub, he washed Hao Su's hair first, and then gently wiped Hao Su's body with a wet towel, trying to avoid those seriously injured places.

This time, I had to change three buckets of water in the bath before washing the person clean.

After Fan Qing wiped off the water droplets on Hao Su's body, she let Hao Su lie down on her bed, and brought another bottle of medicine.The medicines in his room are all gifts from the imperial court, and they are all top grade.

Hao Suchi | Lying naked on the bed, motionless, he was asked to apply medicine to himself.

His long hair was wrapped in dry and soft silk cloth, without dripping a drop of water, in addition to the scent of ink in the room, there was also the cold scent of Fan Qing's body in his nose, which came from the bedding.

The hand that was softer than silk was dipped in a slightly cool ointment, and was smearing on his back.

He was gentle and patient, and his eyes were staring at him, full of affection.

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