Xiao Qinghuan

Kunlun has a special terrain. After three months, there is no sign of spring, and the mountains are still covered with ice and snow.

The snow falling on the pine trees outside is rustling, the distant cranes are singing melodiously, and the plum blossoms are falling in Kunlun in March, and there is a faint scent of rosin accompanied by the wind.The wind chimes under the eaves of the bamboo building were supported by the wind and turned around, making a crisp collision sound.

The sparrow returned from foraging around, and finally landed outside the window of a bamboo building halfway up the mountain, and finally began to comb its hair with satisfaction.

Silver charcoal was burning in the stove in the main building, and the house was as warm as spring. The outer windows were half opened for ventilation. The sunlight and the breeze sneaked into the house together, casting a large golden shadow on the soft couch under the bed.

Jiang Xiaohan woke up from a light sleep, he was still holding a book of Mountains and Seas in his hand, and he was reading the volume of the Great Wilderness Book of the East before falling asleep.

He worked hard in Beijing, and he was injured and his blood was damaged. The snow in Kunlun has not melted for many years. Yan Qing was afraid that Jiang Xiaohan would catch moisture in the wooden house, so now Baba vacated a small vacant building and converted the second floor into a building. bedroom.It's just that although I have carefully adjusted it these days, it is inevitable that I will fall asleep while reading a book like today.

However, the soil and water in Kunlun are very supportive. He lived here for four months, and he didn't have to worry about government affairs, so he became lazy.He lazily turned over, and found that someone was wearing a snow-white fox fur, which was already warmed by the sun.

Jiang Xiaohan touched a dry pine needle leaf from the small table at hand, put it in the book as a mark, sat up wrapped in fox fur, and pushed open the small window beside him.

His action of pushing the window startled the sparrow on the edge of the window, the little sparrow fluttered its wings and staggered half a circle around the bamboo building, and ran to nowhere.

Today's weather is rare, it is cloudless and sunny, Jiang Xiaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath comfortably. The clear snow made him wake up instantly, and his whole body was refreshed.He was about to turn over and get on the bed, but he saw Yan Qing had already walked over from the blue stone path not far away.

Yan Qing was holding a small bamboo basket in his hand, and a green carp inside was tumbling.Seeing this, Jiang Xiaohan simply leaned back on the soft pillow and watched Yan Qing walking towards the bamboo building.

Yan Qing, who was below, seemed to have sensed something, stopped and looked up, meeting Jiang Xiaohan's smiling eyes.

"Where did you go?" Jiang Xiaohan asked with a smile.

"Go to the cold pool below to catch a fish." Yan Qing shook the bamboo basket in his hand at him, and said with a smile, "Just in time for the last winter snow, the snow water accumulated on the pine needles is very delicious. I'll give you a taste today."

"That's good." Jiang Xiaohan was immediately happy: "Today is the ban lifted?"

Yan Qing is easy to talk everywhere, but only when she is a doctor is she not allowed to talk.Jiang Xiaohan ate the medicinal diet for two months in a row, and only felt that his dreams at night were like the smell of Cordyceps flowers, and his mouth was bitter after eating early.When I heard that I finally don't have to drink the soft glutinous porridge made from those medicinal materials today, I immediately smiled.

Mr. Jiang, who was raised from the delicacies of mountains and seas, was so hopeless that he was coaxed into a trance by a bowl of fish soup.Yan Qing shook his head helplessly, put the bamboo basket in his hand down in the snow under the eaves, went into the house to wipe his hands, and walked upstairs.

When Yan Qing went upstairs, Jiang Xiaohan still maintained the posture just now, looking at the cranes flying back and forth among the mountains in the distance.

"The crane sings in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the sky. It is a thing, it is far away and idle, and it is beyond the dust." Jiang Xiaohan said with emotion: "It really is a fairyland."

The structure of the bamboo building is light, and no matter how light the footsteps are, there will be a slight sound of bamboo sticks rubbing against each other. Jiang Xiaohan heard Yan Qing's footsteps going upstairs, but did not turn his head.

"There is no time in the mountains..." Jiang Xiaohan lay comfortably on the couch in front of the window, wrapped in a thick fox fur, with a cup of hot tea in his hand: "Thanks to Ah Qing, I too Live a fairy life."

"If you want to live this life, you will be able to live every day in the future." Yan Qing stepped on the snow on her boots at the door, walked to the stove and brought out the warm medicine.

"Those two little ones will cry every day and every night in Beijing." Jiang Xiaohan sat up, touched a wooden box from the small table, picked two snow lotus petals from it, pressed it under his tongue, and then reached out to take it Medicine Bowl: "A few days ago, Haidongqing sent a letter. It was the little girl who urged us to go back."

"Wait two more months before leaving." Yan Qing said: "When the poison on your body clears up and the weather warms up, it will be too late to go back. I won't be going back to Kunlun on New Year's Eve this year. I will spend time with the two of them in Beijing... ...My master will travel abroad for a few years, as long as he doesn't bother his old man."

The Four Seasons Spring on Jiang Xiaohan's body is not unsolvable, just as Lu Feng said, he wrote down the prescriptions for detoxification in detail, and left all of them to Yan Qing.It's just that the poison of Sishichun has to be removed slowly, and it takes three medicines a month to completely remove it after half a year.After the new year, Lu Feng came back once, seeing that Yan Qing and Jiang Xiaohan were fine, so he stayed in the ancestral hall for one night, and left a book for a trip the next day.

He often does this, so Yan Qing is not worried.

"I'm just wondering about one thing." Yan Qing took the empty medicine bowl and put it aside, and said casually, "This snow lotus is not easy to get. If you miss the flowering period, you will have to wait. The last time I went back to Kunlun, my master asked me to go there with an excuse." Picked it up with his own hands...how did he know that Ning Yu would poison you? If it's true, it's too detailed."

"It doesn't count." Jiang Xiaohan swallowed the snow lotus petals together with the medicine and a piece of candied fruit before he said: "He didn't know that Ning Yu would be like this, he knew the late emperor."

Yan Qing asked blankly, "Huh?"

"On the night of the late emperor's death, I took a secret decree. It was about Ning Huaijin... The secret decree said that if Ning Huaijin got married before the age of 30, the imperial army could secretly kill him." Jiang Xiaohan wiped the sugar on his hands Zin: "Of course, Ning Huaijin knew about it himself. It was he who personally promised the late emperor that he would not have a family before the age of 30 and concentrate on assisting the government. The late emperor had far-sighted considerations. When Ning Huaijin was 30 years old, His Majesty was already in charge."

Jiang Xiaohan said with a smile: "Your Majesty is so young, how could the first emperor let go of two ministers who were in their prime of life to assist the government and not stay behind?"

"...You mean, if Ning Yu hadn't attacked you first, Ning Zongyuan would have done the same?" Yan Qing asked.

"Eighty percent." Jiang Xiaohan said.

Seeing Yan Qing's uneasy expression, Jiang Xiaohan simply smiled and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips, and said shamelessly, "Don't you want to make fish soup? I'll go with you."

Jiang Xiaohan's injury has healed in sevens and eighties, and Yan Qing no longer insists on him staying in bed to recuperate, and occasionally he may come down to work.According to Mr. Jiang, this is called exchanging work for profit.

The snow water was saved when it snowed the day before yesterday, and it had already turned into a jar of cold water. Jiang Xiaohan took a small bench and sat beside the stove, with a sharp knife flying up and down between his fingers.

Mr. Jiang is used to writing and writing, and he can kill fish easily.He quickly scraped the scales and disemboweled the carp, dug out the dirty stuff inside and threw it away, Yan Qing was afraid that his hands would get cold, so he added a spoonful of hot water into the wooden basin for washing the fish.

In the past in Beijing, Jiang Xiaohan was taken care of for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. However, when he was in Kunlun, there were only a few cranes on the mountain besides him and Yan Qing.

It's a pity that Mr. Jiang still doesn't know anything about cooking.

Jiang Xiaohan cleaned up the fish, but Yan Qing disliked it for taking up too much space, and drove him out of the kitchen rather ruthlessly.

Master Jiang let out a long sigh, and said a few words about the downturn of the world, then wrapped himself in the fox fur, and walked towards the bamboo buildings behind him.The book of Mountains and Seas in his hand saw the end, and he was about to go to the library to change to another book. Last time, he seemed to see a copy of Meng Xi Bi Tan on the bookshelf, and it was just right to use it to pass the time.

It's just that the several bamboo buildings in the back mountain are not bad in appearance, and Jiang Xiaohan rarely comes out, so he can only follow the path in his memory last time.

However, although Jiang Xiaohan found the bamboo building behind him, he was stunned when he pushed the door.There were no books in this building, but an altar was placed upright, with tablets neatly arranged from top to bottom. As soon as Jiang Xiaohan entered the door, he glanced at the bottom row, which had Yan Qing's name on it.The tablets of Yan Qing and Lu Feng are still longevity cards with red backgrounds, but they are all made of ebony.

He seems to have entered the ancestral hall of the Kunlun lineage by mistake.

Jiang Xiaohan originally wanted to accuse him of his guilt and leave immediately, but after a quick glance, he couldn't move anymore—another mahogany tablet was placed next to Yan Qing's tablet, and the longevity tablet with a red background was engraved with him, Jiang Xiaohan. name.

The nick isn't very new, it looks like it's been around for ages.

"Jiang Xiaohan—"

Jiang Xiaohan followed the sound and turned his head, only to find that Yan Qing came over at some point. The other party was out of breath, and he was obviously relieved when he saw him.

"After the beginning of spring, there have been many changes in the formation in the mountains, I forgot to tell you." Yan Qing said: "I will take you to recognize it again later."

"Sorry." Trespassing into other people's ancestral halls is a big deal, Jiang Xiaohan held Yan Qing's hand, and said in a low voice: "I was careless and disturbed all seniors."

Yan Qing seemed to realize it after he finished speaking, glanced into the room, and comforted: "It's nothing, you just happened to be here, burn the incense before leaving."

As Yan Qing said, he took out a stick of incense from the stage, lit it on the long-burning lamp, then handed it to Jiang Xiaohan, and lit another stick himself.

Jiang Xiaohan knelt down and kowtowed three times and kowtowed nine times and put the incense on the ground. After putting the incense in the incense burner, he bowed again, and then stood aside and waited for Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was not as nervous as Jiang Xiaohan, he just bowed three times and burned incense as usual.

Jiang Xiaohan's eyes subconsciously fell on his tablet, and he waited until Yan Qing finished offering incense before asking, "When did you engrave it on it?"

Yan Qing followed his gaze and looked up, and replied: "When I came back last time."

Jiang Xiaohan endured it, but he still couldn't hold it back and said, "At that time, you and I..."

He wanted to say that the future of the two of them was unclear at that time, and Yan Qing had no reason to know that there would be such a happy day like today, but he felt that these words were a bit unlucky, so he swallowed them back.

Yan Qing already understood what he meant, so he stood in the room with his hands behind his back, and motioned to Jiang Xiaohan: "Look up, my master's row."

Jiang Xiaohan looked at it as he said, only to find that there was a brand new ebony tablet next to Lu Feng's one, but there was no name engraved on that tablet, and it was a wordless tablet.

"It turned out that that piece was also made of mahogany." Yan Qing said, "The last time I came here, I realized that it had been replaced with ebony."

Jiang Xiaohan vaguely seemed to know what Yan Qing wanted to tell him.

Sure enough, Yan Qing smiled and said: "You are the one in my heart... It doesn't matter whether I go to find you or not, or whether you and I can be together today, because no matter what happens in the future, there is only you .”

Jiang Xiaohan's eye circles suddenly turned red, and he was speechless.

Knowing that his heart was surging, Yan Qing thoughtfully led him out of this ancestral hall, and pulled the door bolt back, before taking his hand.

"Didn't you want to drink fish soup?" Yan Qing said with a smile: "If you don't go back soon, I'm afraid it will be cold."

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The author says:

Thanks to a sweet peach, Rabbit Sama, Bai Jiusang, the wind under the abyss, Suzi Suzy, R·F, Woolen Tuaner, Chen℡Yang &, crystalwall for the fish food~Thanks to Chen Ye, Dongshan TOYOTA, Qingzheng Catnip fed with big crabs and two Chinese cabbages~Thanks to the steamed big crabs for the rainbow candy~Thanks to pilz who sells books at the stall and canned cats fed with steamed big crabs~