The sound of gurgling water was heard, and the boundless river water was rushing in from all directions. The coldness penetrated into the bones, and the bone-chilling coldness enveloped Song Lingzhi.
"Our Zhizhi is most afraid of the cold. Come on, bring another copper foot warmer."
With his consciousness hazy and his mind wandering, Song Lingzhi seemed to see his grandmother.
The screen opens with golden phoenix, and the mattress is covered with lotus.
My grandmother hugged me, asked someone to bring me boiling hot tea, and put her hands over her heart.
Grandma had kind eyes and a gentle smile: "If you still feel cold, ask them to bring a hand warmer."
When the servants saw this, they all covered their mouths and laughed, "Madam, there are already eight braziers in this room, we can't add more."
The three-legged elephant-trunk gilt enamel incense burner is burning with pine and cypress fragrance, filling the room with the aroma of flowers and warmth.
The room was very hot, and the daffodils that were usually in bud began to bloom.
Old Madam Song looked around and saw that there were indeed several footstools on the ground and several foot warmers. In the cold winter, there were also maids quietly wiping sweat with silk handkerchiefs.
Madam Song smiled, but still unwilling to give up: "I remember there was wild duck soup in the kitchen. I sent someone to get it so that we can warm ourselves up. Poor thing, I don't know how many cold winds it has been exposed to all the way."
Xianyun Pavilion and Linyue Pavilion were not close to each other, but they were only a few thousand steps apart, and the wind was strong at night, so Song Lingzhi always had people carry the sedan chair.
It was only because Old Madam Song was partial to Song Lingzhi that she always supported her, fearing that she would be wronged.
And now—
The cold river water slowly flowed towards his mouth and nose. The strength in his limbs had long been used up. Song Lingzhi's body was stiff, and he couldn't tell whether he was cold or numb.
My breath gradually weakened and my eyelids became heavy.
He raised his arms with difficulty and finally broke through the water surface, but was swept away by the waves again.
Exhausted, out of breath.
Song Lingzhi slowly lowered his hands and let his body fall.
She was completely unconscious.
…
The music of stringed instruments was pleasant to the ears, laughter could be heard along the riverside, suddenly fireworks flew into the sky, and incense powder covered the ground.
The water surface gurgled, the ripples disappeared, and the figure of Yang Fei finally disappeared in the river.
Yue Xu stood behind Shen Yan, with no extra expression on his face: "Master..."
The gurgling river reflected the white shadow of the moon. The bright moon hung high in the night sky, and its silver light gently fell on Shen Yan's robe.
Those inky eyes blended into the night.
After a while, Shen Yan slowly withdrew his gaze from the river.
The moon's shadow was slanting, and next to the black leather Liuhe boots stood a small sky lantern with flickering candlelight. It was left by Song Lingzhi just now.
Shen Yan lowered his eyes, the dim candlelight reflected in his pupils.
On the sky lanterns, there is a blessing left by Song Lingzhi—
Peace, joy and everything goes smoothly.
The sky lanterns flew up with the wind, the candlelight swaying. Suddenly a cold wind blew, the sky lanterns trembled, and fell into the river.
The candle went out in an instant.
The lampshade made of green gauze was stained with water, and most of the ink was blurred, so the words on it could no longer be seen.
On the pleasure boat, Qiuyan pulled Baizhi, her eyes full of joy: "Look over there, such beautiful fireworks, it's a pity that the girl didn't see it."
Bai Zhi smiled and said, "The girl can definitely see it from the deck."
Looking down through the window with ornamental flowers, the night is vast and the water and sky are one color.