Shanyin is King Ping's territory, and King Ping told them whether it was close or not, but it was not far. Because King Ping was born in a humble background, he was able to become king in the palace all those years because King Yan begged for it. It is said that he was close to his compatriots with King Yan back then, and he could wear a pair of trousers if he was good. But soon, after more than ten years, he has become the polite and distant "Uncle Wang" of the Xin family brothers in Beiyang.
Xin Jing felt that he was here to study, so he didn't want to disturb this Uncle Wang who was not pleasing to the eye but had to go through a routine. He rode a donkey alone, carrying his book bag, and went all the way to Nansui Mountain.
Nan Sui Mountain is high, and it is prominent because of its virtuous people. This "high" refers more to its unattainable talent and reputation, and it is also the name plate of the old man of Nansui.
Xin Jing rode a donkey up the mountain, and there was a big courtyard above. The courtyard door was built plainly, Xin Jing knocked on the door without saying a word, and it took a long time for an old man to open the door.
Without waiting for Xin Jing to speak, he said, "Second Young Master, please, Young Master will wait for a long time."
Xin Jing didn't know the young master's name, so he followed him in. Inside, the middle pavilion is empty, divided into vegetable gardens, grape trellises, and a few old elm trees. There is a piece of chess left on one of the wild rocks, it looks wild, it doesn't look like it's fooling people.
The door is pushed wide open, and there is a mat inside, and some books are scattered randomly. The old man picked up inner shoes for him outside the threshold, Xin Jing raised his hand to stop him, took off his shoes, and went inside.
In the innermost place by the window, there is a man in white. The windows are huge, as big as another door. It was only spring and the weather was already warm. Xin Jing thought that his body was not very strong, so he only wore a jacket, while the man in white sitting in front of the window was wearing a heavy cloak and was burning the stove.
The man turned his head, his pale cheeks thinning. Maybe he is very beautiful, but he is almost worn out by illness. The strong hostility and disgust between his eyebrows and eyes make his eyebrows lose their color. Only the hand holding the book is clean, white and beautiful.
"Young Master Xin." He nodded slightly, "Master will go down the mountain to give lectures, and he will return home in the evening. Please wait."
Xin Jing also nodded back, sat cross-legged in the room, flipped through the book from his book bag, looked around, and didn't even say a word.
This person is Bai Xuan, Xin Jing's future senior brother, the only best friend of his life.
This year he was still called Bai Xuan, and a few years later he was called Nan Sui Longju. A few years later, Bai Xuan also died, and there was another person named Bai Jiu.
Xin Jing just stayed on Nansui Mountain, there were only four people on this mountain. He, old man Nansui, Bai Xuan, and old man Qu who opened the door that day. As soon as he stayed, he stayed from spring to autumn, and when he opened the window one day and noticed the yellow leaves, he stayed there for a while. It seems that in the mountains, I don't know the time and worry, and it passes so fast without knowing it.
Before he realized that he hadn't thought about Xin Jing many times, he hadn't seen him for a long time.
"One leaf can tell autumn." Bai Xian sat cross-legged on the porch, holding a stone and a carving knife in his hand, looking at a leaf and carving it non-stop. But he didn't have much strength in his wrist, so he carved lightly and shallowly, as if it would disappear with a touch. He didn't feel bored, as if he was already content.
"Winter is coming." Bai Xuan blew away the fine particles on the stone, "Aren't you going home?"
Xin Jing didn't speak.
Baixian then sang softly: "Don't come here for half a year. The music and books are perfect, and every inch is far away from the intestines. It's hard to see each other, but it's easy to say goodbye. It's Yulou flowers like snow again." He tapped on the stone, "Go back Bar."
Xin Jing went back.
Maybe he wanted to go back a long time ago, but he just needed someone to speak out for him.
Long time no see, Xin Yi has grown taller, he doesn't even say a word, just follow behind him like a pet. Xin Li was still an asshole, even better than before. Give him some wine, and he dared to play his "nameless" gun on the roof on the roof. Xin Jing, Xin Jing did not come back.
It is said that he roasted rabbits in the snow nest thousands of miles away, and led Ji Baiyue to hunt chickens and dogs all day long.
Xin Jing brought presents to his younger brothers, Xin Li's was a jade pendant, and Xin Yi's was a stone rabbit.
"Did brother buy it?" Xin Yi asked him while holding the rabbit in his hand. When the kid opened his mouth, Xin Jing looked sideways.
Didn't stutter.
"No." Xin Jing poked the rabbit's ear with his finger, "I carved it by myself."
"It's amazing." Xin Yi admired it, carefully holding it to his chest, "I like it very much, thank you."
Xin Jing nodded, expressing his willingness to pass on this sentence for him.
Fireworks were still set off in the evening of the Yuan Spring Festival, but it was Xin Li who set off the firework. He used his skills to flip over the roof and fled. Xin Yi was led by Princess Yan and accompanied Xin Jing to watch the fireworks in the courtyard. Although King Yan was there, he only asked him about his studies and didn't mention anything else.
No one mentioned it, but Xin Jing thought of Xin Jing's hand amidst the explosion of fireworks. The hot, wide hands wrapped around him, standing together on the steps, and watched the fireworks once.
In the evening, the boys kept vigil, Xin Jing was not in the hall, nor did he go back to the house, but he warmed his hands and stepped on the snow along the corridor. He stepped on it, and when he looked up, he was already under the silk tree outside.
The tree doesn't look good this year, it's sickly. Xin Jing started to turn around it, counting while turning. I didn't know how many times I walked, I didn't know how many times I counted, until I bumped into someone's shoulder, I suddenly remembered where I was.
The person hit by him did not dodge, but stood there straight, like a wooden stake. Xin Jing stared at the neat stitches on his shoulders, knowing that this was his mother's embroidery work, and the same was true of his own shoulders.
The two stood opposite each other.
Xin Jing's nose felt a little uncomfortable from the cold, and his eyes felt sore. He sighed expressionlessly, and said expressionlessly: "Good dogs don't get in the way, big brother, give way."
Xin Jing didn't move.
Xin Jing moved around by himself, but the man followed suit, so he had to stand in front of him to enjoy himself. Xin Jing felt that his feet were numb from the cold, so he lifted his feet high and stepped on the silent ones. As if stepping on it, he looked down and said, "Speak."
Xin Jing didn't speak for a long time, and when he opened his mouth, he trembled, complained, and asked for his life: "Xin... respect..."
When the sound came out, both of them were shocked. Xin Jing was shocked that this person had learned such a contrived singing voice after not seeing him for a long time, and Xin Jing was shocked that this damn night was so cold that he yelled like this when he shuddered.
The two took a step back each, looked at each other in a very brief shock, and at the same time were amused by the other's terrified expression, and laughed together. After laughing, the atmosphere became gentle and comfortable, and the two walked side by side around the silk tree.
"What's on Nan Sui?"
"people."
"Old Nan Sui?"
"And senior brother."
"Brother." Xin Jing nodded, and after walking a few steps, he tilted his head, "What brother?"
"Go out of the same school and worship the same teacher, so-called brother."
Xin Jing saluted studiously, "Mr. taught you well." Then he expressed his hidden hostility implicitly, tactfully, and reservedly, "Next time, I will invite my brother to Beiyang, and I will take him to play."
Xin Jing responded, and the two of them stopped after turning around.
Xin Jing should go.
He hesitated, hugged Xin Jing lightly, and begged, "Auspicious words."
"Auspicious Chinese New Year."
Xin Jing sighed, and felt that this perfunctory sounded a little auspicious, so he lowered his head and kissed his ear, and said in a low voice, "Safe next year, Xiao Jing."
Then it was Xin Jing who got on the horse as usual, Xin Jing watched him go away, then held the already cold hand warmer over his sleeve, and went to the mansion. When he got to the door, he saw a person leaning against the door.
Broad-shouldered cloak, his father.
His father must have been waiting for a long time, and the lantern in his hand was half fainted. King Yan rolled up his sleeves, leaning against the wall and seemed to have fallen asleep. Xin Jing felt that if he really fell asleep, he should have gone to the west tomorrow morning. He leaned over to lift the lantern, and said to his father, "Father, go back to the house."
King Yan gave a vague hum, and let him light up the road with a lamp, and walked steadily. It was only then that Xin Jing realized that he was still wearing the fleece in the room, and his heart immediately felt sore, and it warmed up a little, making the eye sockets hot. He said: "You really don't pay attention to this, and my mother didn't drive you out. It's a living Bodhisattva reincarnation."
"No matter how particular I am, I still have a wife." The few strands of white hair on King Yan's sideburns were piercing in the dim light of the lantern. He kicked his feet indifferently, "Your mother is the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva, and also gave birth to you bastards. It's true that the Tao is one foot taller than the devil."
At the entrance of the courtyard, King Yan didn't pick up the lantern, just drifting in like a fairy, "Bastard."
This scolding was also light like floating, and it dissipated when the night wind blew.
As soon as the year was over and before spring arrived, Xin Jing rode his donkey to Nansui Mountain again.
This Dongbaek-hyun was not doing well, he suddenly became very ill, and he almost lost his human form. When tucked into the toga, it almost seems like he will ride the wind, and the belt can't hold him even if he is stretched.
When Xin Jing came back, he was already on the couch. Xin Jing sat down beside his couch and said at the beginning: "Brother, are you going to ride a crane?"
His master knocked a book on his head from behind.
Bai Xuan smiled sullenly, "It's rare for him to be joking. I don't ride a crane, because the crane doesn't carry me, I go with the wind in the sky, and it's not easy to do business when it goes to the west."
Xin Jing twitched the corners of his lips, picked from his book bag, and took out a cloth tiger. "He cherishes the stone rabbit you gave to my young brother very much. When I leave, I must bring this to you. When he was younger, he was timid and couldn't sleep well by himself, so my mother sewed this for him. He hugged it close to him. , you have to have it to sleep. Now I give it to you to show my love for the stone rabbit."
Bai Xuan actually showed some embarrassment, he hugged the cloth tiger into his arms, touched it lightly, "I like it too." Said: "What's his name?"
"Xin Yi." Xin Jing seemed to talk a lot today, and he continued: "My third younger brother is named Li, but he is actually a devil in the world. Therefore, when he was a young brother, the whole family was very cautious, thinking that the word Yi could drive away our elder brothers The king and tyrants are arrogant, and they are very gentle, so they call it Yi."
"Follow this Xin, I have a good intention." Bai Xuanguo found a small Yi character under the cloth tiger, rubbed his fingertips on it, and smiled, "Xin Yi, Xinyi."
Seeing him smile, Xin Jing's panic subsided. When he came in, Qu Lao Station was about to cry outside, the master wanted to hug him and rub his nose, and then he knew that this disease really took half of Bai Xuan's life.
It is said that someone told Bai Xuan's fortune back then, saying that he would be able to live a longer life if he survived a life-and-death catastrophe, and he would be blessed with great blessings. The old man Nansui both wanted a life and death catastrophe, but he was also reluctant to have a life and death catastrophe. Because of his body, if he can't survive this life-and-death catastrophe, he will be doomed and never come back. This time the illness is serious, since he has come over, naturally he has to pray that it will be this time, and let him live in peace in the future.
Because of Bai Xuan's body, Xin Jing didn't go down the mountain much this year. It was autumn again in a hurry, and when he was supposed to pack up and go home, he remembered Xin Jing's words, "Please come to Beiyang next time", so he raised his voice. Somehow, Bai Xuan, who never went down the mountain, agreed.
After the winter sickness, he seemed to be really recovering. This time, he went with Xin Jing, and he rode the horse himself. When he arrived in Beiyang, Bai Xuan didn't follow him into the mansion, but stayed in Lijin. On the way back, Xin Jing also met him once. Xin Yi, a squeamish person, only wanted to cry at that time. I don’t know if he remembered the horse-leading brother who made up grasshoppers to keep him from crying. On the contrary, Bai Xuan was very happy to see Xin Yi, but just because of this happiness, he caught cold and his whole body had a fever.
Naturally, he can't compare with ordinary people when he has a fever, and he has been ill for a long time, so naturally no other doctors dare to take over, so he can only hurry back to Nansui. Xin Jing sent someone to see him off in a horse-drawn carriage, and even found an expert with some real skills, so he hurriedly asked Xin Jing to take him back.
The Beiyang army's carriage went smoothly all the way, and quickly entered the territory of Shanyin. It was already winter at this time, and it snowed a lot in Shanyin this year, the road was blocked twice, when it should have been going smoothly, it was blocked by Posuo City.
To be exact, it was blocked by King Ping.
The Shanyin army prepared a knife inexplicably, and treated each other on guard from the moment the carriage was about to enter the dance. Xin Jing is not a fool, on the contrary, he can even see that King Ping's intentions are not good through the horse that wiped the car window.
Right now there are disputes in the frontiers. Kyoto didn't even send troops to Beiyang, but Sanyin has the right to prepare and gather troops first. This is not normal. This means that when Beiyang soldiers fought Dayuan, there was a Kyoto domestic dog crawling behind them that could bite their throats at any time.
You can't enter Posuo City. Once you enter the city gate, you may never return.
Xin Jing made a decisive decision, and the carriage immediately turned around. During the fighting of the Beiyang army sent by Xin Jing to deliver the carriage, it escaped King Ping's vision and turned back to Beiyang.
This news should be given to father or Ah Jing!
But the snow was too heavy, the carriage was blocked on the road, and it could not go far at all. Xin Jing can only run in the snow with Bai Xuan on his back, hiding is far more effective than a carriage.
The premise is if it is not frozen to death.
On the way, the expert medical expert also disappeared without a trace. The Beiyang army died seven or eight times along the way, and the rest were wounded. In order not to delay Xin Jing's retreat, he almost tried his best to confuse the pursuers. When he came back to his senses, only he and Bai Xuan were left.
They were already close to the border of San'in, and they would be able to leave San'in with only one more night. As long as they leave the Shanyin realm, the prefectures of all parties will never dare to offend Beiyang easily, let alone take the life of the second young master.
Just one more night.
The wind was piercing, even though Bai Xuan was so dizzy from the fever, he could still feel Xin Jing's body trembling uncontrollably. Snow piles covered his hair and eyebrows, and Xin Jing carried him on his back, walking step by step in the endless gray and white.
"Feng Yuan." Bai Xuan called Xin Jing's words, and he said: "I still have a bottle of cold-dispelling pill in my arms, take it out."
Xin Jing's knees were too cold to bend, he lifted Bai Xuan up, his lips were so cold that he could barely open them. "I understand what you mean." He lowered his head and took a few breaths slowly, as if what he inhaled was ice scum, he shook his head and said, "I won't do it."
When he took out the cold-dispelling pill from Bai Xuan's arms, Bai Xuan might let him abandon him in an extremely unimaginable but helpless way.
Xin Jing moved his numb feet and murmured: "A gentleman sacrifices himself for others, brother." He swallowed, "You are not a gentleman."
Bai Xuan's hanging hair was covered with snow in the wind, and he looked like a white-haired man from a distance. He said, "I'm not a gentleman, I'm just a dead man." The wind howled and blew off his velvet hat , His hostility has also turned into a numbness that has not been revealed. "Don't you want to save your brother?"
"After tonight." Xin Jing's cheeks were sore from the wind, he couldn't even open his eyes and look straight ahead.
In this huge and empty snowstorm, they were like ants huddled together in a delusion to escape, overwhelmed and uncared for. Xin Jing lost his foot in the snowstorm and rolled down the trap dug by Orion. He broke a leg and lay panting on the crushed ice.
Oops.
There seemed to be shards of ice stuck in his back, which made his chest ache. He couldn't move, he scratched the ice with his fingers on the ground, calling Bai Xuan.
"Senior Brother." It seemed that there was blood, Xin Jing didn't know, he couldn't feel where it was broken. He does not have the skills of Xin Jing and Xin Li, he is a scholar, and only a scholar.
"Yeah." Bai Xuan fell not far away, not as bad as him, but not much better. The bottle of Cold Repelling Pill was rolled not far from the two of them, a place that could be touched by a probe, but neither of them could do it.
"In the future." Xin Jing panted, "You have to go on the road ahead."
Bai Xuan closed his eyes, tried his best to pick up his only friend in his life so far, and said: "Feng Yuan, we have to go out."
Bai Xuan's hand was on the corner of his clothes, feeling the viscous liquid cooling down quickly.
"It's really useless." Xin Jing moved his Adam's apple, "I, my younger brother, Xin Yi. Brother, I will live, but I can't live tonight. You, tomorrow." He seemed a little confused, trying to sort out his thoughts, forcing Holding on, word by word, slowly said: "King Ping, I owe my father a life. If one, he will pay it back. So, so, even though, Beiyang is in danger, everyone, everyone's life." He said Tears flowed from the corner of his eyes, this extremely intelligent person, he could almost see the end of his family, he could guess what would happen to the news that could not be sent back that night. But he stopped here, powerless, angry and helpless, making him cry silently. He continued: "All lives will be lost. I, Beiyang, Xin Family, can do it. There is only one person left. Xin Yi is young and dumb. In the name of King Ping, I will definitely leave him alone."
His voice became softer and softer, Bai Xuan's face was wet, and he tried to pull the corner of his clothes, but he could only pull the corner of his clothes.
"Xin Yi." Bai Xuan closed his eyes, his voice choked up, and he read: "Xin Yi."
"Please." Xin Jing said in a low voice, "Please, brother."
"Feng Yuan." Bai Xuan's fingertips dug into the ice and snow, he wiped the ground and shouted weakly, "Feng Yuan, wait a minute."
Xin Jing opened his eyes, looking up at the sky covered by the wind and snow. He didn't want to be Feng Yuan, he wanted to be Xiao Jing.
Have a safe next year, Xiao Jing.
How to do it.
He thought of their only kiss that day, and what Xin Jing said to his father that day, what should I do.
What should I do, Ah Jing.
My life seems to be famous, but in fact I have done nothing. I couldn't protect my family from the wind, I couldn't transmit the sound to my relatives, and I never said a word to my sweetheart.
I am happy, very happy.
The whimpering sound of the wind spread far away, and he lay there quietly. The blood clots, and the person is young, and so young at that. People called him Beiyang Fengcui, and he just showed his chick's wings, and ended his life that should have been more splendid here.
From then on, the phoenix cubs from the north and the south buried their names together, and there was no phoenix cry in the world.
The corpse was sent back from Shanyin, but King Ping did not show up. This is right, because as long as he dares to show his face in Lijin, Shanyin will immediately lose his king.
When Xin Jing was called back, he still had Rouhui's wine in his pocket, so he waited for someone to drink it with him under the acacia tree.
He stepped through the door and saw the man lying in the hall. Beiyang's wolf flag covered the man's body, his exposed clothes were clotted with dark red patches, and his fingers were covered with frostbite.
His little respect.
This life.
In order to be worthy of the pen he was holding, he treated those hands properly for many years. No damage, clean. But why in the blink of an eye, he turned into this appearance, into this appearance, which made him so heartbroken that he couldn't shout a word or cry.
The liver and intestines are broken.
Dazed.
Xin Jing walked over and pushed away those who stood in front of him. He couldn't see who this person was, he could only see Xin Jing. He walked all the way, obviously only a few steps, the position he could reach in the blink of an eye in the past, but now it is so long, so long that it seems to be a place that he will never reach.
He seemed to stagger, and his father caught him. He suddenly gritted his teeth, choked up his sobs like a child, and said hoarsely to his father: "You said I was his pillar of support, I am his pillar of support."
Yan Wang hugged his shoulders tightly, the white temples are dyed, and people are bent first.
Xin Yi, the second son of King Yan of Beiyang, froze to death in Shanyin in the winter of Hongxing's 50th year.