"I heard that His Majesty only left Jing Meiren yesterday."
Jian Xiuyun heard the words, the steps that were about to take suddenly stopped, and stopped at the door.
Then another palace maid lowered her voice, "Yes! I don't know what tricks were used. There are so many beauties sent in these days, but she is still the only one favored by His Majesty."
After a sigh of envy, he continued: "I am really doted on by thousands of people. I heard that these days, your Majesty will carry it everywhere. I can't wait to hide Jingmei in my sleeve all the time."
"That's right! I'm afraid that in a few days, your Highness will have one."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of ambiguous laughter.
Jian Xiuyun didn't listen any longer, opened the bead curtain and walked out.
The people outside immediately fell silent, began to salute, and called out: "Jian Xianjun."
Jian Xiuyun nodded slightly, and walked towards the door. Seeing this, the palace servants immediately fetched him a cloak and tied it on.
"Jian Xianjun, it's snowing outside, be careful of catching a cold."
Jian Xiuyun nodded, and when he opened the door, he saw that a thick layer of snow had fallen outside.
A palace man held an umbrella for him, and Jian Xiuyun reached out to take it, saying: "There is no need to follow."
Hearing this, the palace man handed him the umbrella and retreated.
He walked out of the door of the dormitory, and there was really no one following behind him.
Indeed, there is no need to worry about him escaping anymore. Now that the entire cultivation world belongs to Kan Wenxiao, where can he go
The snow kept falling, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness. Jian Xiuyun stopped and recognized the direction.
Yesterday he taught Xiao Xi'er to recite poems, and when he recited "several plum blossoms in the corner, Ling Han bloomed alone", Xiao Xi'er tugged at his sleeve and said that she wanted to see plum blossoms.
There were no species around the bedroom, so Jian Xiuyun asked the palace servants to ask, but he didn't expect there to be.
An entire garden of red plums is specially planted in the Anxiang Pavilion.
Xiao Xi'er wanted to come with him, but she had been coughing for the past few days and seemed to be a sign of a cold, so Jian Xiuyun refused without hesitation.
The cold wind rolled the snow into his clothes, Jian Xiuyun tightened his cloak and continued to walk forward.
Fortunately, Anxiang Pavilion is not far away, so I found it within a quarter of an hour.
I heard from the palace people that this place is often empty and no one comes, but as soon as I approached, I saw guards guarding the door.
Jian Xiuyun didn't expect that there would be someone today, and he didn't want to meet him head-on. He hesitated for a while, went around to the side wall and climbed in.
Touching the backyard, as soon as I entered the door, I saw a large area of red plums in full bloom, with fresh snow on the branches, red and white, competing for beauty, and a faint fragrance and clear air poured into the nasal cavity. Jian Xiuyun only felt that the depression in his heart had been calmed down recently. .
He went in, and while admiring the snow and plums, he picked and cut off the red plums in full bloom, intending to bring them back to Xiao Xi'er.
The scenery in front of him was so beautiful that he walked a little further unconsciously.
Then I heard the sound of a pipa.
Jian Xiuyun was a little curious, and walked over looking for the music.
Soon, a vermilion gazebo was built at the end of the Merlin, and there were several figures inside.
Jian Xiuyun couldn't get close, so he hid behind a plum tree sideways and looked there.
Then I saw such a cold day, a graceful woman dancing in a thin white gauze, although I couldn't see her face clearly, but with such a facial expression, it was not difficult to imagine how stunning the front would be.
Sitting opposite her was a man in black, drinking wine while admiring her dancing posture.
Sitting beside the man was a woman in red, holding a pipa and playing it unhurriedly.
What Jian Xiuyun heard just now was the sound of the pipa.
Because the distance was too far, Jian Xiuyun couldn't see their faces clearly, but with such a figure and demeanor, he immediately recognized that it was Kan Wenxiao.
Jian Xiuyun sneered when he remembered what the two palace maids said, and he didn't know which one was the Jingmei they were talking about.
The song was about to end, and the woman in white danced faster and faster. With the sound of the pipa, she fell into Kan Wenxiao's arms like a piece of light snow.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to smile, then reached out to catch her and kissed her.
Jian Xiuyun turned her head abruptly, clenched the red plum in her hand, and walked out.
I don't know when the umbrella in my hand fell.
It's good, isn't this the content of the original book, after Kan Wenxiao unified the realm of comprehension, revenge for revenge, revenge for injustice, and then sit on countless beauties and enjoy thousands of miles of country.
All the previous things were just greedy for the warmth he had given.
But even the warmth is fake, so what else is worth nostalgic for.
There are two lifetimes of grievances and grievances between them, and it is impossible for them to be masters and apprentices.
But for some reason, Jian Xiuyun still felt a little sad.
It was as if someone had gently scratched his body with a knife, slowly cutting off a part of him, not fatal, but leaving a piece of him empty.
Jian Xiuyun was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the door of the sleeping hall.
Seeing that his body was covered with snow, some palace servants hurried over and patted him.
Xiao Xi'er also ran out when she heard the sound, touched his hand when she took the red plum in his hand, and said in surprise: "Brother Immortal, your hands are so cold, why don't you open an umbrella?"
As he said, he put the plum blossoms on the table and warmed him up with his own hands.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, quickly withdrew his hand, and replied: "It's okay."
Said, walked into the back room.
The charcoal fire in the house was burning vigorously, and the snow on Jian Xiuyun's body quickly melted, and the tips of his eyelashes and hair were crystal clear.
Jian Xiuyun took the silk handkerchief from the palace man and slowly wiped it off.
Xiao Xi'er looked at him worriedly, and asked, "Brother Shenxian, what's wrong with you?"
When Jian Xiuyun heard the words, he came back to his senses, and the blankness in his eyes gradually receded, and became clear again.
He smiled, stroked Xiao Xi'er's head and comforted him: "It's really fine, the snow outside is too heavy, it's freezing."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xi'er immediately turned around and poured him a cup of hot tea.
Jian Xiuyun took it and drank it slowly.
He was imprisoned by Kan Wenxiao for so long that he almost forgot his identity.
He is Jian Xiuyun, not some concubine beauty in Kan Wenxiao's harem, so it has nothing to do with who Kan Wenxiao favors or loves.
The general trend is fixed, and he can't change anything.
Just lingering through this life like this is fine.
Just please, don't have an afterlife.
What Jian Xiuyun didn't expect was that he was afraid that Xiao Xi'er would get sick and stop her from going out, but he was the one who fell ill first.
Obviously the palace servants dragged him to change clothes and drink ginger tea as soon as he came back, but the next day he woke up still suffering from the wind and cold.
Jian Xiuyun was pinned down on the bed by Xiao Xi'er with a helpless face and was not allowed to get up.
I just feel a pang of sadness.
His broken body is really not worthy of being called a cultivator.
But anyway, his future goal is to eat and wait to die, so he is very comfortable lying down.
the other side.
Kan Wenxiao sat on the Wenlong Zitan chair, propped his forehead with one hand, and looked quietly at an oiled paper umbrella on the table.
Thoughts go back to that day.
Jing Yunwan said that she had practiced a new dance and wanted to show him.
Kan heard about Xiao Yun, and then went to the Anxiang Pavilion that day to watch her dance against the snow.
Her dancing posture was indeed unique, but it was not enough to make him intoxicated.
Until he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.
They haven't seen each other since that incident.
That day, Jian Xiuyun asked him what he liked? After returning home, he thought about it every day, controlled himself not to think about Jian Xiuyun, paralyzed himself with wine and kissed others, but he still didn't know.
Until he saw Jian Xiuyun hiding behind the tree.
He seemed to suddenly understand.
The only person who can make him drunk is that one person from beginning to end.
Even if it hurt him deeply.
Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes and drank the wine in his glass, suppressing the urge to pass.
He suddenly wanted to gamble whether Jian Xiuyun's heart was really as hard as a stone, and he had no place in him.
At the end of the song, Jing Yunwan shyly danced into his arms.
Kan Wenxiao caught her along the way, and kissed her on the corner of her lips, but his eyes fell into the distance.
Then he saw Jian Xiuyun turn around abruptly and leave in a panic.
After his figure disappeared, Kan Wenxiao walked over to pick up the umbrella he had dropped on the ground.
The coolness spread along the fingertips.
Kan Wenxiao closed his eyes, thinking of himself leaning on Jian Xiuyun's back.
It seems that no matter how many years have passed, as long as he is in front of Jian Xiuyun, he will always be that disappointing young man.
As Jian Xiuyun said, if you give him a candy wrapped in a knife, he can lie to himself that it is sweet.
Kan Wenxiao sighed, slowly opened his eyes, held the umbrella tightly, and cursed himself in a low voice after all these years, "I don't live up to my expectations".