so cold... so cold...
Snowing
Is this the snow in the human world
As soft as a goose feather, it flutters and falls all over the sky.
Qiu Yutong held a green gauze lantern in his left hand, and a string of bright red candied haws in his right hand, looking up at the snowflakes in the sky with great novelty.
He had just arrived in the human world not long ago, and felt that everything was very fresh. Just now, he bought a green gauze lantern and a bunch of candied haws at a night market on the outskirts of the capital.
Hmm... According to the hexagram, the little prince should be near this grove as he fled all the way.
Qiu Yutong lowered her head, looked at the messy footprints on the snow in the forest, and looked at the candied haws in her hand with some guilt. Could it be that when I was queuing up to buy candied haws, I was delayed for too long, and the little prince had already been taken away by Jiang's people
Uh, let's go ahead and see.
He walked in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot. The snow water gradually soaked his shoes, and the wetness was very uncomfortable. He thought about it, and he was not afraid of the cold anyway, so he simply threw away his shoes and walked barefoot in the snow.
After a while, he suddenly heard something in front of him.
"Damn his grandma, this little brat runs pretty fast!"
"I held him down, you chopped off his head, let's take it back to work!"
"You can press it, don't let this little bastard bite me again!"
Yes! Qiu Yutong regained her spirits, quickly raised her spiritual power, and swept forward lightly without touching the ground.
Passing through the grove, there is a large expanse of white snow ahead, a black-faced man is holding down a little boy cursingly, another yellow-faced man is holding a sharp steel knife, and is about to chop down!
The boy was only seven or eight years old, his face was dirty and he was pressed to the ground. He closed his eyes tightly, neither crying nor screaming, as if he had accepted his fate.
The yellow-faced man raised the steel knife, and then slammed it down!
In the blink of an eye, Qiu Yutong raised her hand! The bamboo sticks of the candied haws pierced through the air, making a sharp whistling sound!
The eyes of the yellow-faced man holding the knife suddenly protruded.
Then with a "bang", the steel knife fell to the ground.
The yellow-faced man fell down softly.
The bamboo stick was inserted from one side of his temple, and a little tip was exposed from the other side. It was just an ordinary bamboo stick, without any sharpness.
The other black-faced man didn't know what happened. He still pressed the boy tightly and looked around in panic: "Who? Who is it?! Come out for me!!"
"Let go of that child." Qiu Yutong slowly walked out from the dark grove.
He was barefoot, his thick black long hair was scattered casually, he was dressed in white clothes like snow, and he held a faint green gauze lantern in his hand, he hardly looked like a person in the world.
The black-faced man stared at him, and murmured, "Monster?"
"You are the monster." Qiu Yutong was unhappy.
He is a sword cultivator, not a demon cultivator! These laymen, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!
The boy also seemed to feel something strange, and slowly opened his eyes, staring at Qiu Yutong in a daze.
Qiu Yutong paused slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
According to the hexagram, the child in front of him is the Ninth Prince of the Great Chen Dynasty and his future apprentice. However, he looks like this now, not to mention disheveled hair, not even wearing shoes, and killing people with bamboo sticks of candied haws.
It's also a little too sloppy.
Originally, he wanted to create an image of an aloof master... Sigh.
But things are already like this, Qiu Yutong has no choice but to walk over slowly, and said lightly to the black-faced man, "Go away."
The black-faced man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly roared, bent down to pick up the steel knife on the ground, and chopped off the boy's head!
People, I really don’t cry without seeing the coffin.
With a wave of Qiu Yutong's hand, the bamboo stick was pulled out from the head of the dead yellow-faced man with a "swipe" like a living thing, and then stabbed obliquely into the black-faced man's groin!
None of the four or five inch long bamboo sticks were left outside.
The black-faced man let out an "ow", dropped the steel knife, and rolled on the snow while screaming miserably.
The boy didn't even look at him, his dark eyes stared at Qiu Yutong without blinking.
"Ahem!" Qiu Yutong suddenly realized something, and couldn't help coughing lightly in embarrassment.
He is a loose person, and he always does what he wants with his moves, and he has no taboos, so he is often nagged by the senior brother... He can ignore the nagging of the senior brother, but in front of the child, isn't this move just now not good? It seems to be too sinister, a bit indecent, and has no demeanor.
If he had known earlier, he should have changed his tactics.
While regretting, Qiu Yutong squeezed out a fake gentle smile, bent down and touched the boy's hair, trying to divert the other's attention: "It's okay, don't be afraid, be good."
The boy said hoarsely: "You... are you a fairy?"
…
Qiu Yutong slowly opened her eyes, looking at the snow-white curtain above the bed, still in a daze.
It took a long time before he woke up.
He dreamed of the past again.
At that time, Lu Xiao was still a little kid, lying dirty in the snow, pitiful and cute.
Now that the little brat has grown up, he beat him a full eighty times for a low-grade spirit sword, and punished him to kneel on the snow... Scumbag.
Qiu Yutong couldn't help gnashing her teeth, but she had no choice but to comfort herself, no matter what, she was a blessing in disguise anyway, not to mention the opening of the spiritual aperture, and absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
When he went to Juanlian Hutong to find the third senior brother, he returned to Shuo Xuecheng to recover his cultivation, and then he came back to fix this evil disciple who bullied his master and committed crimes.
Qiu Yutong was thinking wildly, when suddenly a surprised voice came: "Xuerong, you're awake!"
"You're finally awake!" Liu Bitao ran to the bed, then suddenly remembered something, turned her head and shouted towards the door, "Xiao Xizi, don't boil the medicine, hurry up and call the imperial doctor, your young master wakes up!" Already!"
"Hey, hey!" Xiao Xizi responded repeatedly, dropped the medicine bowl and ran out.
"How do you feel? Is it cold? Are you hungry? You slept for three days and three nights, and we all thought you were dying!" Liu Bitao carefully lifted Qiu Yutong up and let him lean against the head of the bed.
Qiu Yutong's brain ached from his noise, and said in a hoarse voice, "Water."
Liu Bitao hurriedly poured a glass of water over, Qiu Yutong only took a sip, and sprayed it all up with a "poof -" and almost died of being scalded.
Liu Bitao said awkwardly, "Well, I'm not very good at serving people."
Qiu Yutong said weakly: "Okay, you just said that I slept for three days and three nights?"
Liu Bitao paused and said, "That's right! It made us all anxious. Luckily, Eunuch Zhang sent some wild ginseng over. I also have some deer antler. Xiao Xizi cuts a few slices of deer antler and makes ginseng soup every day, so he can't help you My little life is hanging."
Qiu Yutong's heart warmed slightly, needless to say Xiao Xizi, Liu Bitao's mouth was tofu, Zhang Defu also treated him well.
The two were talking, Xiao Xizi and Zhang Defu came in with an old doctor.
After taking the pulse, the old doctor stroked his gray beard: "Mr. Xuerong's pulse has stabilized, and the injury on his back has also healed a lot. Don't catch cold recently, change the dressing on the wound on time, and don't get wet. Make up with a bowl of ginseng soup every day, and it will be fine after the beginning of spring."
Zhang Defu heaved a sigh of relief, sent the old doctor away, and put a box of wild ginseng on Qiu Yutong's bedside: "Oh, Mr. Xuerong, the old slave doesn't need these things, you can take them and mend them well... Sigh. "
Qiu Yutong thanked Zhang Defu, and seeing his sad face, she couldn't help asking, "Eunuch Zhang, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Zhang Defu sighed: "Young Master, since you broke His Majesty's beloved sword, His Majesty locked himself in... Master Qiuxian's former bedroom. It's been almost three days and three nights. He hasn't eaten or drank all the time."
"He locked himself in my... Master Qiuxian's former bedroom?" Qiu Yutong was slightly taken aback.
Opposite Lu Xiao's bedroom, the locked room was his previous bedroom.
Zhang Defu sighed: "Mr. Xuerong, you don't know something. Master Qiuxian is His Majesty's master. He looks like you, and you..."
He paused, did not continue, and only said: "This Ye Yu and the other Tianshuibi are originally a pair of spirit swords. Master Qiu gave Ye Yu to His Majesty, and His Majesty has always loved it like a treasure. I wish I could keep it with me all the time. After Master Qiuxian left, and now that the night rain has stopped, His Majesty, he just... alas, alas."
Qiu Yutong was confused.
He could naturally see that Lu Xiao cherished Ye Yu very much. That's right, although Ye Yu is just a low-grade spirit sword, but he sealed his own sword energy and saved Lu Xiao several times, no wonder Lu Xiao cherishes it so much.
However, because of a broken sword, he locked himself in the bedroom for three days and three nights without eating or drinking
how can that be? Lu Xiao is calm and strong, not such a weak person at all.
Eunuch Zhang looked at Qiu Yutong, and said softly: "Master Xuerong, this old slave also knows that you have resentment in your heart. But, but... this old slave has the guts to ask the young master to visit His Majesty and persuade him."
Qiu Yutong shook her head blankly: "He won't listen to me."
Not to mention the insignificant "Mr. Xuerong" now, even Qiu Yutong in the past, Lu Xiao hated to the bone. What did he use to persuade Lu Xiao
Eunuch Zhang hoarsely said: "Even if this old slave begs you, okay?"
Qiu Yutong hesitated for a long time. After all, she was still worried about the only little apprentice, and sighed softly: "Let me try."
"Thank you son!" Zhang Defu was overjoyed.
Qiu Yutong was still wounded, and it was very inconvenient to move. Zhang Defu greeted the two little eunuchs, and brought a small bucket over, and carried Qiu Yutong up.
A group of four went out, it was dusk, and there was light snow in the sky.
When I arrived at the backyard of the Jingxin Hall, I saw the bedroom that was once locked. At this time, the door was wide open, and the inside was empty, and there was no one at all.
Qiu Yutong murmured: "Where are people?"
Zhang Defu panicked: "This, this... His Majesty was still inside, where did he go? What should we do? Your Majesty is in a bad mood, so don't let anything happen..."
The emperor disappeared, and the entire Daning Palace panicked.
The sky gradually darkened, and the eunuchs and Jinwu guards held torches, calling and searching all the way from the front court to the back palace.
After searching, I found the third watch, but I still didn't find anything.
The night was thick and the snow was getting heavier.
Qiu Yutong sat on the bed, looking up at the snowflakes in the night sky, thinking hard.
Where did Lu Xiao go
Where can he go with such heavy snow
It's so cold, it's the twelfth lunar month...
During the twelfth lunar month
Qiu Yutong shuddered suddenly, suddenly realized something, and said sharply: "Quickly, take me to Qingshuang Yugui Garden!"
The twelfth lunar month... Today is the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Xiao's twenty-fourth birthday.
Twelve-year-old little Lu Xiao tightly squeezed the red bracelet in his hand, and suddenly raised his face: "Will Master stay with Xiao'er all the time?"
"Of course." Qiu Yutong smiled and rubbed the little apprentice's hair, "From now on, every birth year and every birthday of Xiao'er, Master will accompany you."
Later, Lu Xiao built Qingshuang Yugui Garden, and built a tall snow praying platform in the garden.
On the evening of the day when the Qixue Terrace was completed, the sky was filled with sunset.
The two masters and apprentices boarded this white high platform together, Lu Xiao looked at the vast osmanthus forest dyed red by the sunset glow, and said in a low voice: "Master, every birthday of mine from now on, we will be here, and the two of us will spend it together. ... just the two of us, okay?"
At that time, how did you answer
Qiu Yutong couldn't remember clearly, she seemed to... nodded
Today is Lu Xiao's twenty-fourth birthday.
Two young eunuchs carried the little scorpion and hurried to the Qingshuang Yugui Garden. During the constant bumps, the wound on Qiu Yutong's back slowly oozes blood again, soaking the snow-white clothes.
But he hardly felt any pain, he just squeezed Xiao Lu's armrest anxiously. No wonder, no wonder Lu Xiao was in such a bad mood a few days ago, no wonder... no wonder he hated himself so much.
"Hurry up!" Qiu Yutong urged hoarsely.
Xiao Huan soon arrived at the gate of Qingshuang Yugui Garden. The two young eunuchs hesitated to go in. Qiu Yutong said sharply: "Go in and go to the Qixue Terrace. I will take care of everything!"
Soon, Xiao Huan arrived under the snow praying platform.
The little eunuch murmured: "My lord, the upper part is a forbidden place, even if you kill the younger one, the younger one will not dare to go up."
"Help me down and give me the lantern."
Enduring the pain, Qiu Yutong stood up with great difficulty, took a green gauze lantern from the young eunuch, then supported the wall, and walked up the steep and narrow steps of the Qixue Terrace step by step.
The night was dark, the light of the lanterns was very dim, and the north wind was blowing heavy snow with goose feathers, blowing people's faces painfully.
A thin layer of ice formed on the white marble steps of Qixue Terrace, which was wet and slippery. He fell several times, and finally took off his shoes and climbed up barefoot.
I don't know how long it took, Qiu Yutong finally climbed up to the platform for praying for snow, out of breath. He didn't care about the severe pain of the wound on his back, and he didn't care about the small cuts on the soles of his feet, so he hurriedly searched around.
The top of the praying snow platform is a wide platform. There is a small pavilion in the middle of the platform. Under the dim light of the lantern, one can vaguely see a person lying on the snow in front of the pavilion. A thin layer has already accumulated on his body. Thin snow, lifeless look.
Lu Xiao.
Qiu Yutong pulled hard in her heart, and blurted out: "Xiao'er!"
Lu Xiao didn't move.
Qiu Yutong stumbled and ran over, knelt down in the snow, panting for breath, anxiously hugged Lu Xiao into his arms, and called in a hoarse voice: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er."
Lu Xiao's snow-covered eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes in a daze, even his eyes were distracted. He was still holding Ye Yu's two severed swords tightly in his hands, and the blood and water on the swords flowed down mixed with snow water, congealing the dirty blood-colored thin ice all over the ground.
Qiu Yutong was about to cry: "Xiao'er!"
"..." Lu Xiao looked at him in confusion, his lips trembling slightly, his expression was like a dream, and he seemed not quite awake.
"You silly boy, do you want to freeze yourself to death?!" Qiu Yutong hugged the only little apprentice tightly, trying to use her own thin body temperature to warm the other's ice-like body.
so cold...
He hugged Lu Xiao, shaking involuntarily.
Is the cold poison attacking again
so cold... so cold...
Consciousness drifted away uncontrollably. While slowly falling into the darkness, it seemed that a pair of strong arms hugged him fiercely. Those arms were like a pair of iron hoops. The strength was so strong that it almost wanted to melt him into his flesh and blood. Usually, his ribs are so painful that he can hardly breathe, but even with a little struggle, he can't do it at all.
Someone whispered in his ear: "Master."