That night, Chu nightning and Mo Ran were in the same room. The ink burned without heart and lungs, and soon fell asleep on the ground, but Chu night Ning couldn't help but feel a little erratic. After tossing and turning for a long time, he barely slept.
Closing his eyes, there seemed to be the whistling of the wind blowing snow in his ears.
Chu nightning opened his eyes and found himself kneeling in the snow.
… Dream
But why is it so real, it seems to have experienced it personally at some point.
This is the middle of winter, the sky is lead-grey, and the clouds are graceful and thick, flowing from the cold mountains in the distant mountains, dragging all the way into the heart of the earth. The snow had accumulated about a foot, enough to cover his ankles, and it was freezing cold. Even though he was wearing a big coat, he was still no match for the coldness of Bianstone.
Chu nightning looked down at the sky blue fur coat, which was embroidered with delicate curly grass patterns with silver threads. He felt that this cloak was familiar, but this familiarity was fleeting and could not be captured soon.
"… "
I don't understand why I have such a dream of suffering. Chu nightning is going to stand up, but the body does not belong to him. He still knelt on the ground motionless, until the frost and snow fell on his shoulders, and his eyelashes also condensed ice beads. Still no intention of getting up.
"Master Chu, the sun is getting dark, Your Majesty won't see you tonight, let's go back."
A trembling old voice sounded behind him.
The self in the dream didn't look back, the footsteps sounded behind him, someone crunched on the snow and held an umbrella around him.
Chu nightning heard himself say: "Thank you Liu Gong. You are old, go back to the waterside and rest first, I can still hold on."
"Master..."
The old voice wanted to say something else, Chu nightning said: "Go back."
The weak voice sighed, dragging heavy steps, walking a few steps, and then folded back, holding the umbrella for Chu Wanning.
"The old slave accompanies the master."
Chu nightning felt that in the dream, he closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.
He couldn't help but feel even more strange, this was really a very absurd dream. Both myself and the old man were talking incomprehensible conversations.
What "Your Majesty", what is "Gong Liu", is not the cultivation world he is familiar with, but rather like a palace courtyard.
He tried hard to see the dream scene through the body and from the drooping eyes. It looks like the pinnacle of life and death, but it's different.
The house is basically the same as it is, but a lot of extravagant little things have been added. The corridors around the courtyard are hung with snow-blue embroidered star curtains, tied with auspicious beasts and star anise incense bells.
He knelt facing the main hall, and in front of the hall stood a row of guards, dressed in a style he had never seen before.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and a row of palace ladies in high buns lined the side door. With their slender hands, they lit the two bronze standing lamps on the left and the right in the lower hall. Seventy-seven forty-nine copper begonias with slender branches, the hearts of the begonias are brightly lit, and the candlelight is scattered one after another, like the stars of the Milky Way shining brightly in the sky, reflecting the brilliance in front of the hall.
After lighting the lamp, the headed maid glanced at Chu Wanning, and sneered yin and yang: "It's freezing cold in this big night, who is going to show such misery? Your Majesty and the Empress are enjoying themselves, even if you kneel to the ground, No one sympathizes with you."
How presumptuous!
Chu nightning has lived until now, no one dares to talk to him like this, he can't help but be angry, but he opened his mouth, the voice is his own voice, but he can't help but say something else.
"I didn't come here to disturb his elegance. I really have something important to talk about. I also ask the girl to report it."
"What kind of person are you, why should I report it for you?" The big palace maid said contemptuously, "When your majesty and the empress are in a strong friendship, who would dare to disturb them? If you want to see your majesty, just kneel all the time, your majesty tomorrow. Get up, maybe I can still take a look at you, hum."
The old slave behind Chu nightning couldn't listen anymore, and trembled: "I know that your mother is favored, but you don't see who you are talking to? Is there no morality left in your mouth?"
"Who am I talking to? At the peak of life and death, who doesn't know that His Majesty hates him the most? What kind of respect do I need to talk to him! You old man has the courage to teach me a lesson!" , said angrily, "Someone!"
"What are you going to do!" The old man couldn't help but take two steps on the ground, and squatted in front of Chu Wanning.
The palace maid glared at him and said coquettishly, "Turn off the two pots of charcoal fire outside."
"Yes!"
Immediately, someone came over and put out the charcoal pot that was growing in the courtyard.
Chu nightning thought, although this palace maid is hard-mouthed, she is not a stupid person in the end. It was a cold day, and she didn't need to deal with the opponent directly to make her talk. As long as two pots of charcoal are destroyed, this yard will be like an ice cave, no matter how good the body and bones are, I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand half the night.
The night was getting deeper, and there was a warm spring feast in the hall.
Chu nightning is still kneeling, and his legs and feet are numb.
"Master... go back..."
The old slave's voice was already crying.
"Come back, your health is important, and you know your Majesty. If you are cold, I'm afraid you won't send a medical officer to take a look. You should cherish it yourself."
Chu nightning said softly: "There is a residual body, what is there to hang teeth. If I can stop him from entering the Kunlun Mountains and stepping into the Snow Palace, I will not die."
"Master! You, what are you doing..."
Chu nightning in the dream was very weak. He coughed a few times, but his eyes were still clear: "He has today, and it's all my fault. I... cough cough."
Before the words were finished, it was a frightening violent cough. Chu nightning covered his mouth with his sleeves, and his throat was sweet. When he put down his sleeves, he saw blood on his hands, dripping and dazzling.
"Master Chu!"
"I… "
Chu nightning wanted to say something else, but it was dark in front of him, and he couldn't support it anymore, and he fell into the snow and ice in the sky.
There was endless confusion in his ears, as if there was a sudden chaos of troops and horses, and it was like the monstrous sea water separated by layers of curtains, making him unable to hear the surrounding noise.
He could only vaguely hear the old slave shouting in panic, and a few words drifted into his ears.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—please..."
"Master Chu, Master Chu, he's dying, I beg you to see him, this old slave is willing to die—"
The surroundings gradually became chaotic, the footsteps were complicated, and the lights were bright.
The drumming and the woman's sweet singing stopped suddenly. It seemed that the door of the hall was wide open, and a fragrant wind rushed out, wrapped in the warmth of the room. Chu nightning felt that someone picked him up and brought him into the warm palace. A big hand touched his forehead, just probed for a moment, and then withdrew as if being stabbed.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar deep male voice hissed dangerously.
"Why don't you go to this seat?"
No one answered.
The man was suddenly furious, and with a bang, he seemed to have smashed a pile of heavy objects. He roared angrily, accumulating the power of thunder.
"Are you going against it? He is the owner of the red lotus waterside, and the master of this seat! He is kneeling here, and none of you have come to communicate with this seat? Why can't you communicate!!"
With a thud, someone knelt down and shivered. It was the maid of honor who had been showing off her power before.
"The slave-maid is guilty of death, the slave-maid sees that His Majesty and the Empress are in good spirits, and dare not disturb..."
The man walked back and forth for a few laps, but his anger continued to grow. His black gold-trimmed robe fluttered on the ground like a black cloud, and finally stopped, his voice distorted to the extreme.
"He's not in good health and is afraid of the cold. You don't come to report me, let him wait in the snow, you still... You also put out the charcoal fire in the courtyard... "
His voice trembled with anger, and at last he took a deep breath, and a word rumbled out of his throat.
Those words were silent, but the killing intent in them was chilling all over the body.
"You want him to die."
The palace maid was so frightened that her face turned pale, she grabbed the ground with her head bang bang, her forehead was blue and purple, and she shook her lips and said sharply: "No! No! How dare a servant have such thoughts! Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wronged! "
"Drag it. The death penalty will be imposed on the platform of good and evil."
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"
The shrill voice was like blood-colored nails scraping through the pinna of her ears, and the dream began to shake and disintegrate in her shrill screams, and the surrounding scene scattered and collapsed like snowflakes.
"How much thought it took for me to bring him back from the gate of hell. No one except me is allowed to hurt even a single finger of him..."
The hoarse voice was very cold, but it was because of the extreme coldness that it gave birth to some hideous madness.
Chu nightning felt that the person was approaching and stopped in front of him.
A hand squeezed his chin.
He opened his eyes vaguely, trying to see the face of the man. In the dazzling light and shadow, he saw a blurry face. The man had dark and deep eyebrows, a straight nose and dark eyes. Like ink satin, the candle flames are faintly tinged with wisps of purple.
"... ink burning?"
"Master!"
The voice suddenly became clear.
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in the inn's room, the sky was still dark, and a solitary lamp trembled on the candlestick.
The ink burned sitting on the edge of the couch, one hand was covering his forehead, one hand was propping up the bed, and he was looking at him anxiously.
"how do I… "
For a while, he was in a trance, but the dream just now was so real that he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.
"You've had a nightmare, and you've been shaking." Mo Ran pulled the thin quilt for him. "I see that you seem to be very cold, and I'm afraid that you have a fever, but it's okay."
Chu nightning snorted and turned to look at the slightly open window. The sky outside was still heavy gray and black, and the night was still dark.
"I had a dream that it was snowing heavily."
He murmured something, then said nothing.
Chu nightning sat up, buried his face in his palm, was quiet for a while, and sighed: "I'm probably tired."
"I'm going to cook a bowl of ginger tea for the master." Mo Ran looked at his pale face worriedly, "Master, your face is so bad."
"… "
Seeing that Chu nightning was silent, Mo Ran sighed and didn't think much, and habitually took his forehead against his cold sweaty forehead.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as you are willing."
Chu nightning was slightly startled by such a sudden intimacy, and subconsciously leaned back: "... um."
The ink burned and slept confused, and rubbed his hair just like the previous life, and then put on a coat and ran downstairs to borrow the kitchen. After a while, a beech wood tray was brought up.
Mo Ran is not a person with a heart like grass and trees. Chu nightning came to Taohuayuan to save him and protect him comprehensively. No matter how much resentment he had against this person before, but at this moment, he is always grateful.
There was a pot of steaming ginger tea on the tray, and a small jar with Tujia brown sugar in it. He remembered that Chu nightning did not like to eat choking things, but liked sweetness.
In addition to ginger tea, he also asked the kitchen for a white flour bun. The steamed buns are cut into thin slices, soaked in fresh milk and fried in a pan, sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar, which is a simple but delicious snack.
Chu nightning held ginger tea and drank slowly, his face gradually became bloody, Bai Ruci's fingertips picked up a piece of milk-flavored steamed bun, looked at it for a while and asked, "What is this?"
"I made it by hand, I haven't named it yet." Mo Ran scratched his head, "Master, taste it, it's sweet."
Chu nightning didn't like fried food and was tired of greasy, but when he heard the word "sweet", he hesitated for a while, took a piece to his lips and took a bite.
"Well… "
"Is it delicious?" Mo Ran asked tentatively.
Chu nightning glanced at him, didn't speak, and then took another piece and slowly ate it with ginger tea.
A pot of tea and a dish of snacks quickly came to an end, and the nightmare also disappeared in such warmth. Chu nightning yawned, and then lay back on the bed: "Sleep."
"Wait a minute." Mo Ran suddenly raised his hand, and his fingers wiped the corner of Chu's lips, "Dim sum slag."
"… "
Looking at the young man in front of him with a magnanimous smile, Chu nightning couldn't help but have some hot ears, turned his face "um" and ignored him.
The ink burned the dishes and went downstairs to return them. When they came up again, they saw Chu Wanning falling asleep facing the wall, and I didn't know if he fell asleep.
He stepped forward and gently lowered the gauze curtain, and suddenly heard Chu Wanning say: "It's cold at night, don't sleep on the ground."
"That… "
Chu nightning lowered his slender eyes and wanted him to stay with him, but "sleep next to him" couldn't say it for a long time, but the tips of his ears became hotter and hotter.
I feel bad that he doesn't want him to sleep on the floor, and I like that he doesn't want him to leave.
But with such a thin skin, he clearly knew that even if he opened his mouth, the other party would definitely only reject him. At that time, he would lose face completely, and it would be pathetic just to imagine.
Or when Xia Si Ni is better, the appearance of a child can always be willful.
- But the ink burning is not bad for him today. I even remember that when he was drinking ginger tea, he liked to put down brown sugar. Can he think that, in fact, the ink burning also cares about him more or less...
Such thoughts made Chu nightning unable to help but feel a little hot in his heart, his head fainted, and he blurted out.
"Come up and sleep."
"Then I'll go and see if the neighbor next door has stopped. If it stops, I'll go back to my room."
This sentence was said almost at the same time. After the ink burned, he realized what Chu nightning said and opened his eyes slightly.
"That couldn't be better."
Chu nightning agreed almost without thinking, as if he was in a hurry to cover up the previous sentence.
"Go back."
"Master, you..."
"I'm tired, let's go."
"...Well then, Master, rest early."
The young man left, the door creaked open and closed.
Chu nightning opened his eyes in the dark night, his heartbeat was fast, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't help but be embarrassed by his gaffe.
If he has been alone for a long time, a little care from others will make him think that it is a rare warmth.
like a fool.
He rolled over in chagrin, buried his face in the pillow, sinking into deep self-loathing. Knowing that Mo Ran likes Shi Mingjing, and he is just a gentle teacher and apprentice, but...
The person in the dream seemed to appear clearly in front of me again.
The exact same facial features, but it seems to be older than today's ink burning.
When he looked at himself, he looked surly and paranoid, and his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to see clearly.
"Squeak", the door opened again.
Chu nightning froze instantly, and his back was tight, like a horn bow that was pulled to the extreme.
A person walked to the bed, Chi Xu was silent, he felt that the person was sitting on the edge of the couch, and there was some unique smell on the cloth when he returned.
"Master, are you asleep?"
No one paid him any attention.
The ink burned and said it to himself, the voice was very calm, like a homely talk: "The next door is still noisy." He smiled softly, leaned over and supported his side face, lying beside Chu nightning, his eyes Passed over the man's back, which was obviously stiff again.
"Master just let me sleep, do you still count?"
"… "
"Master always doesn't like to talk to people. If I don't talk, I'll be a master and I'm willing."
"… Humph."
Hearing the depths of the bed, the man snorted silently, the ink burned his eyes, and the black and purple pupils were full of smiles.
If pampering the teacher is a habit, then teasing the teacher is his game.
For Chu nightning's feelings, Mo Ran has never had a clear definition, but from time to time, he will feel itchy when he sees this person. He wants to show his teeth, and gnaws at him, so that he can't help crying or bear it. Can't stop laughing - although most of the time this is just wishful thinking.
But as long as the face that is as cold as ice and snow has the slightest emotional change, it is because of himself, and the ink will feel extra excited.
"Master."
"Um."
"It's okay, I'll call you."
"… "
"Master."
"If you have something to say, it's okay to go away."
"Hahaha." Mo Ran laughed, and suddenly thought of something, half joking and half asking seriously, "I was just thinking about it, and I think Junior Brother Xia and Shizun are too similar, Shizun, is he your son? ?"
“……………”
Chu nightning probably also had too much mood ups and downs all night, and was sullen at this time. Suddenly I heard the ink burning to find him happy, and I couldn't help but be a little annoyed.
"Pfft, I am teasing Shizun, Shizun doesn't have to—"
"Yes." Chu nightning responded coldly, "He is my son."
The ink burned and smiled: "Oh, I just said, it turned out to be a son - wait! Son??!"
When struck by lightning, Mo Ran suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.
"Erer—son?"
"Well." Chu nightning simply turned sideways, turned around and looked at the ink burning seriously, with a serious face, which did not seem to be fake at all.
I've done too much wrong tonight to be suspicious. Since Mo Ran wants to make this joke, it is better to take advantage of the chaos to make a bad one. Anyway, he must not let Mo Ran see that he likes him.
Thinking like this, Chu nightning coldly picked up the dignity that he had just dropped, and said: "Xia Sini is my illegitimate son, and even he himself was kept in the dark, as you know you know me today. Know, if a third person knows, I don't want your dog's life."
Ink burning: "..."
The author has something to say: baa qaq z it's really cold recently, don't catch a cold
So let's see how everyone warms up~
Ink burning 0.5: Chu nightning, you come and hug this seat for a while.
Chu nightning: Don't you have a queen
Ink burning 0.5: Come on, drag the queen down and blow it up.
Chu nightning:…
Ink burning 0.5: Now it's only you, come and warm this seat.
Chu nightning: Cold-blooded devil, get out of here.
Ink Burning 1.0: It's so cold, I want to keep warm, why no one cares about me... Then I'd better drink more hot water.
Feed the Fish 2.0: It's okay, I can bear it.
Xue Meng: Cold? I don't exist, I'm young and strong.
Teacher: It's so cold... Young Master Ah Ran, you should wear more, huh...
Chu nightning: [This person is very afraid of the cold, and refuses to come out in the quilt]... What do you say about the heating in the next world, a liar, shameless!