Wen Qingci's ears began to buzz.
In an instant, the wind and snow seemed to have pressed the pause button, stopping in mid-air and no longer drifting.
Only a cool feeling remained on the tip of the nose, which gradually dissipated.
Seeing the two of them standing there without moving for a long time, Xie Fuyin finally couldn't help but secretly peek out through his fingers.
Before she could see anything, the next second, Wen Qingci suddenly rubbed the snowflakes on the tip of his nose gently back onto Xie Bufeng's shoulder, then immediately turned around and walked forward holding the umbrella.
A slight curve appeared on Xie Bufeng's lips.
"gone."
"Oh, oh... OK!" The little girl leaned tightly on her brother's shoulder. She looked up at her brother for a while, and then couldn't help but secretly glance at Wen Qingci on the side.
Why is brother Qingci's face a little red
The snow on the wasteland began to fall heavily again.
Covering everything with a white veil.
Xie Fuyin, who was being held in his brother's arms, only knew that his brother was now holding him in one hand.
Xie Bufeng, who didn't know this, had his other hand interlocked with Wen Qingci's fingers.
Keep the cold and snow on the other side.
Only each other's body temperature remained on their fingertips.
*
Community Day Festival, Yishan.
It snowed all night last night, and it finally cleared up this morning.
The huge Yishan Mountain, like a white marble sculpture, stands quietly on the horizon.
All the civil and military officials of the Wei Dynasty, as well as the palace ladies and ladies of state, stood at the foot of the mountain in gorgeous clothes.
It’s different from when we came to offer sacrifices to the heaven a few years ago.
Today, most of the aristocratic families have been "dealt with" by the deposed emperor.
After Xie Bufeng proclaimed himself emperor, he continued to reform the system and the phenomenon of redundant officials gradually disappeared. At this time, there were only a few hundred people at the foot of Yishan Mountain.
But they all look radiant, a stark difference from before.
The master of ceremonies struck the huge chimes.
The sound of the bell echoed again and again among the clouds and snow of Mount Yishan, as ethereal as heavenly music.
At this moment, all the court officials slowly knelt down in the direction of Yishan.
Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng walked together up the long steps towards the high platform on Mount Yi.
When passing by Xie Fuyin, the little girl secretly looked up and waved gently to the two of them.
The snow on the rocks had been cleared away and had nothing to do with the words "wet" and "slippery".
But Xie Bufeng was still worried and held Wen Qingci's hand tightly in his palm, not letting go until they stood on the platform.
The sky above is as clear and blue as a gem.
The sunlight shone from the other side of Mount Yishan, and in an instant the sky became bright and clear.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but look to the other side of the long steps.
The last time he came to Yishan, he was an imperial physician and stayed at the foot of the mountain.
Therefore, Wen Qingci didn't know until this time.
It turns out that by stepping onto the long steps, you can take in the scenery of the entire Yongdu.
The sunlight shone down from the other side of Mount Yi, turning into gold foil and sprinkling all over Yongdu.
The Yinchuan Grand Canal, further away, also glows with phosphorescence.
Like a golden ribbon, it wraps around the entire city.
Wen Qingci's pace couldn't help but slow down.
Realizing this, Xie Bufeng slowly turned around and asked, "What are you thinking about, Qingci?"
Without anyone noticing, Xie Bufeng was already a head taller than Wen Qingci.
Now Wen Qingci needs to slightly raise his head to look into his eyes.
The sound of the chimes has not yet faded away.
The official in charge of ceremonies was still singing something loudly below.
However, when Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng heard it, only a faint sound was left.
Even the people below turned into tiny black dots, and their faces could not be seen clearly.
In their world, there is only each other left.
Wen Qingci smiled and replied softly, "I just suddenly felt that... Your Majesty has grown up."
His voice was as gentle as the sunshine that came through the wind and snow today, with a hint of emotion.
It was also snowing heavily during the Community Day Festival a few years ago.
Xie Bufeng, who was still a young boy, knelt quietly in the snow, holding the lamb.
—That was the only thing he had at that time.
Now he is rich as a behemoth.
That day seemed to be the first time that Wen Qingci realized that Xie Bufeng was not just the omnipotent big boss in "Fu Ming Tang", nor was he a paper man, but an ordinary teenager... He was flesh and blood.
Xie Bufeng narrowed his eyes and slowly passed his fingers through Wen Qingci's hair.
The cold wind from Mount Yi brought the familiar bitter fragrance to his nose.
Like Xie Bufeng and Wen Qingci, they both recalled the Community Day Festival of that year at this moment.
"Qingci, do you still remember the Community Day Festival that year?" Xie Bufeng asked softly.
Today, Wen Qingci rarely wore fancy clothes.
The moon-white brocade was stacked layer upon layer, embroidered with dark patterns, and emitted a soft glow in the sunlight.
The jade crown on her head was also decorated with pearls and jade.
The small azure blue jade necklace swayed lightly past Wen Qingci's eyelashes as Xie Bufeng moved, making a crisp sound.
In the sunlight, there are tiny flashes of light.
"Of course," he replied.
Xie Bufeng's hand gently placed on Wen Qingci's cheek and rubbed past the corner of his eye.
His voice was a little hoarse, and Twilight lost focus for a moment: "I had a dream that night." Xie Bufeng said.
"What did your majesty dream about?"
"I dreamed that I returned to Suzhou and found a lamb by the stream outside Lingyi."
Even though many years have passed, the dream that day is still clearly imprinted in his mind.
Xie Bufeng's voice unconsciously became gentler.
Wen Qingci also followed his words and thought of the little guy who was always held tightly in Xie Bufeng's arms.
"What happened next?" he couldn't help asking.
"Later..." Xie Bufeng's hand slowly slid across Wen Qingci's cheek.
He said: "Later, when I woke up from the dream, I realized that what I found was not a lamb. It was you..."
Xie Bufeng had a fever all night. When he woke up, he found that he had been holding Wen Qingci's wrist tightly while he was drowsy.
And the other person just sat on the ground with him quietly for the whole night.
This scene was so incredible to him at that time.
"I thought I would never lose a lamb again."
But in the end, Wen Qingci actually lay in his arms and slowly closed his eyes.
Just thinking of this, Xie Bufeng's heart ached.
That had been his nightmare.
See yourself as that little lamb
Wen Qingci's fingers also trembled.
At this moment, the official in charge of ceremonies finally finished reading the words that had been prepared in advance.
The sound of the chimes also slowly stopped.
Only a little echo remained, lingering in the mountain stream, unwilling to disperse for a long time.
Xie Bufeng finally took his hand down from Wen Qingci's cheek.
"Your Majesty," just as Xie Bufeng was about to turn around and look down Yishan Mountain, Wen Qingci suddenly gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "You didn't pick up a lamb."
Xie Bufeng frowned slightly and looked at Wen Qingci.
The other person first lowered his eyes and smiled, then suddenly raised his head and looked into his eyes, and said very seriously: "You were picked up and brought home by this little sheep."
After saying that, he held Xie Bufeng's hand that was hanging by his side.
Wen Qingci's eyes were curved, and the sunlight fell into his eyes, causing his eyes to sway gently.
It was like the ripples that appeared when someone threw a stone into a deep pool at sunrise.
Wen Qingci's tone was still so gentle.
But the words that came out of his mouth instantly confused Xie Bufeng's mind.
Home
These were the two most unfamiliar words to Xie Bufeng.
But the moment it came out of Wen Qingci's mouth, Xie Bufeng felt that... he had everything in an instant.
Yes, it was not me who picked up Wen Qingci on the night of the Community Day.
Instead, it was Wen Qingci who picked up the homeless self.
The small courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau is so small and inconspicuous in the huge Taishu Palace.
But it is the whole world that Xie Bufeng can never meet.
At the foot of Mount Yi, the sound of bells rang again.
Seeing Xie Bufeng still in a daze, Wen Qingci gently shook his hand and said, "Your Majesty, please stop being in a daze. The auspicious time has arrived."
After he finished speaking, he finally let go of Xie Bufeng's hand and slowly picked up the incense that was placed aside from the golden plate.
"good."
Xie Bufeng, who finally came to his senses, did the same as Wen Qingci. He took three incense sticks from the golden plate and held them solemnly in his hands.
Then he slowly closed his eyes and placed the incense against his forehead.
Sheri Festival is the day when the emperor offers sacrifices to heaven, earth and the country.
Accompanied by the sound of bells at the foot of the mountain, Xie Bufeng, like emperors of past dynasties, softly recited the sacrificial words.
The mountains and rivers are peaceful and the crops are plentiful.
Every time the bell rang, Xie Bufeng would recite a sentence softly.
The huge bronze bell at the foot of Mount Yi has a history of thousands of years and weighs more than one ton.
It is said that the sound of this giant bell named "Jiayi" can reach heaven and earth and speak directly to the gods.
Each time the bell rang, there was a corresponding line of sacrificial words.
Wen Qingci, together with Xie Bufeng, placed three incense sticks on his forehead, and along with Xie Bufeng and the others at the foot of the mountain, silently recited the sacrificial words in his heart.
Jiayi's voice echoed among the Yi Mountains.
Along with the sound of the bell, Wen Qingci's heart began to tremble slightly.
Wen Qingci remembered that there were five sentences in the sacrificial speech.
But after he finished saying the five sentences he knew, the huge bronze bell began to rumble again.
How is this going
The Sheri Festival ceremony had been prepared for months, how could something go wrong at this moment
The people at the foot of Yishan Mountain paused for a moment, and then followed the sound of the bell and shouted: "Long live the king, long live the king, long live the king."
Wen Qingci subconsciously looked at Xie Bufeng.
—The emperor in black clothes has not put down the incense in his hand.
Xie Bufeng placed it against his forehead, and together with the people at the foot of the mountain, he continued to whisper along with the sound of the bell that could reach heaven and earth: "I wish Wen Qingci a healthy body, free from illness and disaster."
"… grow old together with me, be together forever, and never leave each other, even in life or death."
His voice was extremely solemn.
Every word was pronounced clearly.
It was as if he was afraid that God might have misheard his prayer and missed it.
Three long incense sticks burned to their fingertips the moment Xie Bufeng finished speaking.
But he still held the incense tightly in his hand, unaware of the burn, until the sound of the Gaya Bell completely dissipated into the sky.
Only then did Xie Bufeng open his eyes and inserted the incense into the burner with great solemnity.
He left his wish forever on Mount Yishan.
The spring breeze blew over Mount Yi, scattering the fine snow that came from nowhere to the ground.
In a trance, Wen Qingci seemed to smell the fragrance of magnolia flowers rising to the sky...
—
The long streets of Yongdu were freshly swept, and the official roads were covered with flower petals.
The people all dropped what they were doing and gathered on both sides of the street to welcome the team returning to the palace.
Seeing this, Xie Bufeng deliberately slowed down the team.
It was not until the evening that the group returned to Taishu Palace.
Wen Qingci had been recuperating in the palace for half a year, but his health was still not good.
Although he no longer coughs up blood easily like before, he still gets tired more easily than ordinary people.
The carriage was lit with calming incense.
On the way back to Taishu Palace, Wen Qingci fell into a deep sleep.
Finally, she was carried back to her residence by Xie Bufeng in a daze.
When he woke up again, it was completely dark.
“…Your Majesty?” Seeing that there was no one around, Wen Qingci paused for a few moments, then stood up and slowly opened the bed curtain.
He found that his clothes had changed from fancy clothes to ordinary cotton gown without him knowing.
The heater in the bedroom of the Imperial Medical Bureau was burning brightly.
Neither Wen Qingci nor Xie Bufeng likes having people around them.
Therefore, this bedroom was not tidyed up by eunuchs or palace maids like other rooms in Taishu Palace.
On the desk by the window, the medical book that Wen Qingci had not finished reading the day before was still spread out.
In the small red clay stove next to the desk, there was a pot of rice wine with osmanthus honey simmering.
The wine had almost no alcohol content, but its aroma filled the entire bedroom.
After winter came, Xie Bufeng ordered people to lay a thick blanket on the wooden floor.
Therefore, Wen Qingci, who had just woken up from his sleep, did not put on shoes and socks, but walked barefoot on the thick carpet.
Unexpectedly, just as Wen Qingci stood firm, he heard a slight "crunch" sound in his ears the next second.
Xie Bufeng pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.
He didn't know when he took off his heavy and complicated dress and put on ordinary black clothes.
No matter how simple his clothes were, they could not conceal the aura of Xie Bufeng, who had been in a high position for a long time and had a majestic aura without even getting angry.
His gaze suddenly fell to the ground.
The skin on Wen Qingci's feet was exceptionally pale.
The purple blood vessels therefore appear even more eye-catching.
Wen Qingci subconsciously sat back on the bed, and guiltily wanted to hide his bare foot.
Although there was a heater in the bedroom, it was still winter after all. Wen Qingci was affected by the toxins in his body and was more afraid of cold than most people.
As he moved, Xie Bufeng saw that Wen Qingci's toes were slightly red from the cold and looked a little pitiful.
"Why did Qingci come down barefoot again?"
Xie Bufeng frowned slowly and walked around the carpet.
"I want to find you... ah!"
Before Wen Qingci could finish his words, he saw the young emperor in black robes slowly kneeling on one knee in front of him.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Wen Qingci was startled by Xie Bufeng's actions.
"Don't move." Xie Bufeng grabbed Wen Qingci's feet, which kept shrinking under the bed because of guilt, and took out shoes and socks from the side, intending to put them on for him. "Don't you know the condition of your body? If you catch a cold, you will be very uncomfortable."
Xie Bufeng's palms were dry and warm.
After touching Wen Qingci's cold skin, Xie Bufeng was not in a hurry to put on shoes and socks for the people around him.
Instead, she reached out her hand and warmed him.
Wen Qingci:!!!
Xie Bufeng's movements were not strong, but Wen Qingci couldn't break free.
At this moment, his face was as red as a cooked shrimp.
"Okay." Xie Bufeng finally let go of his hand.
"Um… "
Wen Qingci swore that he would never walk barefoot in the room again.
All of this really made him feel overly embarrassed...
Although there was a light in the bedroom, the flickering flames could not compare to the sunlight.
The light in the room was a little dim.
The atmosphere became a little more ambiguous.
Xie Bufeng was still kneeling on one knee on the ground without getting up. He raised his eyes at some point and looked deeply at the person next to him.
Wen Qingci's heart couldn't help but beat faster.
He could not help but clench the mattress under his hands, turned around and looked out the window, and suddenly seemed to remember something and asked: "Your Majesty, where did you go just now?"
Xie Bufeng smiled and said softly, "Qingci has been tired all day and hasn't had a good meal in the past half day, so I went to the ear room to make some midnight snacks."
After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What did your majesty do?"
Xie Bufeng paused, looked into Wen Qingci's eyes and answered softly, "Magnolia porridge."
*Wen Qingci changed into thick clothes and walked out of the bedroom.
I don't know if it was because the cloak was heated on the stove for a while, or if it was for some other reason.
Even though it started snowing outside without him noticing, he didn't feel cold at all.
There is a low table under the huge magnolia tree in the courtyard.
There is a small clay stove on top, and a pot of magnolia porridge is warming on the stove.
In addition, there is also a green brocade bag.
—Wen Qingci discovered in the autumn that there were treasure bags everywhere, whether in this small courtyard or in the front yard of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
At first he didn't know what was in them, but later he learned from Song Junran that those brocade bags contained the antidote for Tianci that Xie Bufeng had asked for from him.
Worried that Wen Qingci would suddenly get poisoned or accidentally forget to bring the antidote with him, Xie Bufeng placed the antidote all around the room.
"Qingci, how about it?" Xie Bufeng sat opposite Wen Qingci and carefully scooped a bowl for him.
He moved very carefully.
He is completely different from the man on the battlefield, wielding a heavy sword and killing anyone who stands in his way.
After Wen Qingci received it in his hands, he realized that the temperature was neither hot nor cold, and it was just the right temperature.
"Your Majesty, where did you learn how to make magnolia porridge?" After taking a bite, Wen Qingci found that the porridge cooked by Xie Bufeng tasted exactly the same as the one he made himself.
The person sitting opposite him shook his head slightly and said, "I figured it out myself."
"… try?"
Xie Bufeng slowly lowered his head, stared at the small stove on the table and said, "When you left, you left a bowl of porridge. I was afraid it would dry up or go bad, so I couldn't bear to eat it, and I couldn't bear to throw it away."
Although he was already the emperor, in Wen Qingci's eyes, Xie Bufeng at this moment... was like a puppy who was afraid of being thrown away by his master.
"So, Your Highness should learn to do it yourself, right?" Wen Qingci opened his mouth and realized that his voice had taken on a thick nasal tone that could not be ignored.
Because of Xie Bufeng's words, Wen Qingci finally remembered that when he returned to the courtyard this time, he saw that the ear room was spotless.
The clay stove and the purple sand pot were placed here neatly, without even a speck of dust on them.
It seems that Xie Bufeng doesn't just clean it regularly.
He even kept using the things he left behind.
"Yes," Xie Bufeng stood up, walked around the small table, sat behind Wen Qingci, and hugged him tightly in his arms, "Only in this way can the taste of Qingci be retained."
Xie Bufeng is not very good at cooking.
He could only adjust the amount of ingredients little by little, constantly comparing the taste in his memory, and repeating the cooking process over and over again.
After he finished speaking, Xie Bufeng couldn't help but take a deep sniff of Wen Qingci's hair.
At last he whispered, "But no matter how much you learn, you can't compare to what Qingci did."
Wen Qingci's heart suddenly felt sour.
Then, emotions of sadness, joy, and even relief rushed towards him.
At this moment, Wen Qingci suddenly thought of the book "Fu Ming Tang".
As he has the memory of his past life, he is not afraid of death.
Even when he entered the palace, he had already made up his mind to die.
But at this moment Wen Qingci was extremely grateful that he was still alive.
"Qingci, are you crying?"
Xie Bufeng suddenly felt a chill on the back of his hand.
He was stunned for a moment before he realized... those seemed to be Wen Qingci's tears.
"Yes," Wen Qingci slowly raised his hand and held Xie Bufeng's wrist, "I suddenly feel that being alive... is really good."
Not only did the officials have a day off tonight, Xie Bufeng even gave the imperial physicians, palace maids, and eunuchs a day off.
Only necessary guards were left in Taishu Palace.
It was quiet all around.
Wen Qingci slowly closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind.
As he was speaking, the rabbit that was moving freely in the yard suddenly appeared beside Wen Qingci, hopping around.
She even rubbed against his body.
Wen Qingci's tears were blown away by the wind.
Xie Bufeng wiped it for him gently, at a loss.
He had seen Wen Qingci when he was poisoned and when he was injured.
But I have never seen... such a fragile Wen Qingci.
The tears were blown especially cold by the wind.
Seeing that the tears could not be wiped away, Xie Bufeng suddenly hugged Wen Qingci in his arms.
Then she moved towards his lips and kissed him hard.
The breathing of the two people intertwined in an instant.
Wen Qingci's brain was deprived of oxygen, and his thoughts became completely confused.
He vaguely heard Xie Bufeng say: "There is no poison in the world that has no cure."
"God will surely have a solution, and your hand will surely be restored to its original state."
"After that, I will go to Songxiu, Suzhou, and Changyuan with you, to travel around and save the dying and the wounded."
After speaking, Xie Bufeng paused for a moment and gently kissed away Wen Qingci's tears.
At this moment, the lips of the person in his arms were as bright red as the cinnabar on his forehead.
Xie Bufeng's tone was extremely firm.
Wen Qingci paused for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and looked deeply at Xie Bufeng.
Xie Bufeng's eyes turned red at some point.
"Okay," Wen Qingci smiled slowly, and reached out to touch the corner of Xie Bufeng's eyes, "And Shanyujian, you said you wanted to go back to Shanyujian with me to see my parents."
Wen Qingci had just finished speaking when he was once again submerged in the kiss.
In a trance, he saw fireworks suddenly appearing in the sky not far away.
A warm yellow meteor rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.
After a few seconds, it suddenly bloomed, lighting up the entire night sky.
The cool night wind blew from somewhere.
The huge magnolia tree was blown by the wind, making a rustling sound.
Lifting up the two people's long hair, they entangled it tightly together.
A magnolia containing snow fell heavily on the table.
The next moment, the wind picked up again.
The wind blew the magnolias all over the ground into dancing like phosphorescent flames.
The fragrance penetrates the bones.
Just like the day they first met.
(End of this chapter)