Yan Xun was furious, immediately kicked Feng Mian's leg, and shouted: "Monkey boy, try again?"
Feng Mian hummed "Ouch, Ouch", turned around and ran towards Zhuge Mansion, how could he dare to say it again.
Yan Xun gasped angrily for a while, and seeing his subordinates all looking at him, he immediately shouted: "This son can do whatever he likes!"
Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look at each other, not daring to look at Yan Xun again, everyone sighed in their hearts: after all, the son is only thirteen years old, it's okay to be childish once in a while.
It was already late at night when we returned to Zhuge Mansion, the gatekeeper was slightly surprised when he saw Chu Qiao, knowing that this was Qingshanyuan's favored servant, he didn't make too much trouble, and gave her a lantern to light up.
The Zhuge Mansion at night looked a bit cold, without the noise and bustle of the day, it was as quiet as a dark cage, occasionally there were a few jackdaws, and they were quickly shot down by the arrow slaves who shot them down.
When the masters are sleeping peacefully, no noise is allowed, even if the offenders are only some animals.
When passing the high wall outside the Lanshan Courtyard, Chu Qiao heard a burst of suppressed crying. It seemed that the little slave girl who made a mistake was beaten and hid under the opposite wall and wept.
Chu Qiao's footsteps stopped slowly, the moon hung in the sky big, pale and round, casting her small shadow on the red wall, she looked so slender and slender, just like those years ago In his tall and straight figure. The child's eyes were a little confused, and he stretched out his hand unconsciously, approaching little by little, but his fingertips only touched a patch of ice.
There was a sudden burst of sadness in my heart. Perhaps, there will always be such a momentary trance, thinking that everything is just a big dream. As long as I wake up from the dream, everything will never happen. Those fallen corpses, those flowing blood, and those sad tears...
The cry of the child in the opposite wall continued, but she was too short to climb over this wall, and she was cold, how could she warm others? Just like those buried corpses on the snow field, her heartache is of no avail.
Unexpectedly, the gate of Qingshan Courtyard was pushed open, Chu Qiao was a little surprised, she had planned to spend the night in the firewood house, but she didn't expect the courtyard to be locked so late. Zhuge Yue is a person who is very good at keeping in good health. When he doesn't go to the classroom, he will cultivate flowers and plant orchids in the courtyard, drink tea and burn incense. He also has high requirements for sleep, unlike other young masters in the mansion, who are obsessed with women. color, all night long.
As soon as she stepped into the yard carefully, a lantern quickly approached. Huan'er hurriedly grabbed Chu Qiao's hand, and lowered her voice and shouted, "Oh, where did you go? I've been waiting for you all night."
Chu Qiao stuck out her tongue embarrassingly, and said, "My horse was startled, and I just came back. Where is the young master? Why is it so late that it hasn't been locked yet?"
"You're lucky." Huan'er curled her lips and said with a smile, "The young master was reading in his room. He read it for most of the night and didn't order to lock it or sleep. That's why I dare to wait for you here. Woolen cloth."
Chu Qiao nodded, and was about to go to Zhuge Yue's room. Huan'er hastily pulled her back and said: "Young master didn't look very good when he came back, I don't know who made him angry. It's so late, let's talk about things tomorrow, the left and right masters didn't tell you to come back to the pavilion. You go and rest first, I'll tell the young master."
Chu Qiao nodded and said, "That's fine." She turned around and walked towards her room.
Huan'er hurried into the pavilion, said a few words and left.
Chu Qiao is the big maid in the hall. The room is next to the main courtyard. The child had just walked to the door, and before he opened the door, the lights in the room behind him were turned off and plunged into darkness.
Chu Qiao was a little dazed, and half turned her head to look in the direction of Zhuge Yue's room. After the last light was extinguished, the entire Zhuge Mansion fell into a deep sleep. Chu Qiao stood on the corridor for a long time, when the night wind blew, Chu Qiao twitched her nose lightly, as if she could still smell the blood in the ground.
It seemed that he had just had a nightmare when he closed his eyes. When Zhuge Yue woke up, the third drum was beating outside. The watchman's voice dragged on for a long time, with a soft ending, and drifted melodiously far in the silent night.
For a moment, he thought he was still in a dream. In the dream, the spring breeze was warm, and the peach blossoms were as gorgeous as a rainbow. His mother's hands were as gentle as water in a hot spring, gently passing through his hair, combing him into a neat bun. But in an instant, the cold air invaded densely like a knife's edge, making him wake up suddenly.
He sat up, the moon-white pajamas were already wet with sweat, the windows were not closed tightly, and the night wind blew on his body along the gap, making it icy and cold. The teapot on the small table by the bed was already cold, and a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake were placed in a small blue-and-white porcelain dish. Even though they were so far away, they could still smell the light aroma. He lost his sleepiness, so he put on his coat, took a long flute, opened the door and went out.
The little maid serving outside was sleeping soundly and was not disturbed by him at all. He walked at a leisurely pace, pushed open the door, and saw a large expanse of snow-white moonlight in the yard. The moonlight shone through the flowers and trees on the ground, and there were mottled silhouettes, as if snow had fallen out of thin air. of light. The wind at night was a little cool, blowing his sleeves, whirring, like the wings of a butterfly. Stepping out of the courtyard and going east, you will see a large area of plums in front of you, red pink and light white, mixed together, even the wind carries a sweet smell.
This mansion, perhaps only at this time can be so quiet, without those noisy voices, the world is so quiet that it seems that he is the only one left. He found a high pavilion and walked up the mottled gravel road. It had just fallen frost at night and the road was a little slippery. He lowered his head and walked very slowly, as if he was looking at the road, but at the same time he didn't seem to see anything.
"Fourth young master?"
A crisp cry came suddenly, he raised his head, and saw a little girl sitting on a tree beside the tall pavilion, wearing emerald green clothes, with a circle of snow-white camel hair around her neck, her eyes were full of Big and round, looking at him in the dark, a pair of small green boots swinging in mid-air, like two dancing grass crickets.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Can't sleep." Chu Qiao was also a little surprised to see him at this time, and asked honestly, "Can't Fourth Young Master also sleep?"
Zhuge Yue didn't answer, but walked up to the Gaoting slowly.
Zhuge's Mansion was originally built on the mountainside, and the view here is even better, almost the entire Zhenhuang City can be seen. The hazy moonlight is like a layer of white veil, gently brushing over every corner of the imperial city, suppressing the hostility that the city has been cut by the cold north wind for hundreds of years, even the city has been contaminated by so many The thick city walls with human blood looked a little softer.
Chu Qiao looked at his back standing against the wind, and suddenly lost her mind for a moment. The calmness after the killing made her feel tired. She leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the silent boy, watching the wind blowing his colorful sleeves, like two huge butterflies, flying against the mountain wind.
"Fourth young master, I lost my little red horse."
Zhuge Yue didn't answer, as if he didn't hear, he held the flute in his hand, but didn't play it, just stood quietly for a while, then turned and walked down the mountain.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Chu Qiao hurriedly climbed up the tree to follow, not wanting to get down in a hurry, her feet slipped and her body suddenly lost her balance. She hurriedly hugged the trunk of the tree in a hurry, only to hear a crack, the clothes were torn by the branch, and the back of her hand was scratched, blood oozing out immediately.
Zhuge Yue stopped in his tracks, looked up at the child hugging the tree trunk like a monkey, thought for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hands.
Chu Qiao was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Fourth Young Master, what are you doing?"
Zhuge Yue said, "Jump down."
"Ah?" After reacting for a while, she finally understood what he meant, Chu Qiao said quickly, "Don't bother, Xing'er can come down by herself."
Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, seemed quite impatient, and said stubbornly: "Jump down."
Chu Qiao had no choice but to let go of her hand, and fell into Zhuge Yue's arms in a flash. She was still small, only reaching his shoulders, and she was held in his arms like a kitten.
"Let's go."
Putting her on the ground, Zhuge Yue walked first, and Chu Qiao quickly followed. Surrounded by plum trees all the way, flowers fell to the ground, and the soles of the shoes stepped on the soft white snow, leaving two rows of shallow footprints.
When they returned to Qingshanyuan, all the servants in the whole courtyard were already awake, and they were anxiously looking for the two of them. Zhuge Yue didn't say much, and went straight back to his room. Huan'er ran to Chu Qiao's room and asked a few questions.
Just as I was talking, a servant girl came to report that the young master had suffered from the wind and cold, and sent someone to call the doctor. Now the whole Castle Peak Yard was busy, Huan'er brought a few maidservants in and out to boil hot water and change face towels, it wasn't until the doctor came and he took a pulse and prescribed medicine that he was relieved.
Chu Qiao had a snack and was about to go to bed when she heard someone knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw Huan'er standing at the door, followed by an elder in his fifties. Huan'er said: "Xing'er, the young master said you were scratched, and the doctor happened to be here, so I'll show you by the way."
Chu Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then moved away and asked the doctor to wash and bandage her. After everything was settled, Huan'er said again: "Also, the young master explained that he wants to sleep a little longer in the morning, so we don't have to get up so early in the morning to work."
Chu Qiao nodded in agreement, and Huan'er happily left.
The moonlight was hazy, sprinkled in this quiet courtyard, as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
The next morning Chu Qiao went to see Zhuge Yue, but the young and seasoned Fourth Young Master was not in the room. Chu Qiao asked herself that she had lost her little red horse, so she always needed to explain to him, and was about to go out to ask someone, but saw Zhuge Yue walked into the yard in a black gold martial robe, holding a long sword, followed by a entourage, with a neat figure , was actually a look that Chu Qiao had never seen before. Zhu Cheng bent over, with a cloak on his arm, and trotted behind.
Huan'er and other maids hurried forward, brought tea and water for Zhuge Yue, burned incense and wiped his hands, and prepared things for bathing.
Chu Qiao retreated to the side of the gate, and seeing Zhuge Yue sitting down, she stepped forward and said, "Fourth Young Master, I lost my little red horse."
"Yeah." Zhuge Yue snorted softly as a promise, took Huan'er's tea, took a sip, and then said to the servants at the side, "Go and get two pots of Molan from yesterday, put this incense burner Withdrew, it smells pungent."
The servant quickly agreed and withdrew. Chu Qiao stood where she was, and seeing that Zhuge Yue had no intention of punishing her, she wisely stopped talking, and just about to go out quietly, she heard Zhuge Yue put down the tea bowl, pointing at her and saying, "Xing'er, wait a little while."