[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

The first month of the 13th year of Chenghua passed.

Li Xunhuan, the editor of the Hanlin Academy, submitted his post and resigned to return to his hometown.

The holy anger agreed, and ordered all civil and military officials not to send them off.

In the past, I have gone, Yang Liu Yiyi.

The extravagant imperial capital, golden horse and jade hall, finally missed this born knight, the prodigal son of the world.

The day he left, the snow fell like felt.

The little boy driving the cart is wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, sitting on the shaft of the cart. His handsome face shows neither the sadness of parting nor the joy of returning home.

Quiet and silent like a stone statue.

Li Xunhuan stretched out his hand to open the car door, and took a last look at the capital.

The capital city is majestic and peaceful, allowing snow to fall on its body, allowing the pedestrians in the body to leave and return, and the change of the sun and the moon for thousands of years and hundreds of years have nothing to do with it.

It just stands here, and countless people go to pay homage to EMI people to worship.

Li Xun Huan raised his head and took a big gulp of the fine wine.

The scalding wine flowed into his throat, hot and spicy, spicy and fragrant.

He smiled loudly.

"Thousands of poems and thousands of volumes are not as good as a drunk in the world!"

"Let's go."

After all, he closed the door and never looked at it again.

Hearing this, the boy raised his wrist, and the carriage drove slowly into the snowstorm.

The carriage was slowly driving on the snowy ground, the wind was howling outside and the snow was covered like felt, but inside the carriage was warm as spring, comfortable and clean, Li Xun Huan half closed his eyes, giving off a bit of laziness.

Less than a moment after the carriage had passed, the boy suddenly let out a hoot and raised his hand to rein in the horse.

The horse neighed and left deep footprints on the snow.

"Master, there are people ahead."

The child said softly.

Upon hearing this, Li Xun Huan pushed open the car door, took a look, and couldn't help but jumped down.

There is a man and a horse in front of him.

In this snowstorm, the man neither wore a bamboo hat nor a coir raincoat, and even his clothes were extremely thin. His hair and eyebrows were already covered with snow, and his thick and slender eyelashes were already wet with snow.

He stood straight and firm, and the fingers holding the horse were already red and swollen.

He has been standing for a long time.

But he didn't seem to feel cold, tired, or alone at all.

His heart was hot and fiery.

A flame burned fiercely in his heart.

Dreams, shackles, courts, mountains and rivers, all living beings, at this moment, are all burnt to ashes by this flame, and there is no bones left.

The two words of reason, in front of the strong impulse of the scorching flame, are as weak as a baby with mans arms and carts, and as weak as a dam under a rolling river.

He was originally a scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken, but at that moment, he felt that he was stronger and braver than countless knights and heroes in the world.

The chivalrous hero stood there, finally waiting for Li Xunhuan.

There were two dimples on his delicate face.

"Li Xunhuan."

he called softly.

Li Xun Huan quickly ran up to him and looked at him.

Looking at his snow-covered eyebrows, looking at his red and swollen fingers, looking at his thin body shivering in the cold wind.

Sighing, he wrapped the fur on his body.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Overwhelming, coming in mighty force, vowing to change the color of this world.

Qin Ru didn't even want to blink.

He looked at Li Xun Huan and pulled his cold and dry lips.

"Do you think I can't come see you off if you don't tell me the time of your departure?"

"You always have to go back to Li Yuan,"

"And I can always wait for you."

He smiled again.

Some proud, some satisfied.

It's not like the master Qin who spouts a lotus tongue to fight against the scholars in the court, and it's not like the scholar Qin who takes the common people as his own and is concerned about the safety of all living beings.

He was just like a child who finally got what he was waiting for.

Li Xun Huan said: "Why did you come?"

Qin Rudao: "I am a scholar. A scholar acts in a manner that understands his own heart and is righteous. If I don't come, I will regret it all my life."

"I know about the affairs above the court, but I don't care about it today."

"I don't want to care about the will of the Holy One today."

"I just want to come to see you and give you a glass of farewell wine."

With his red, swollen and stiff fingers, he untied the wine bag from his waist, and brought it in front of Li Xun Huan.

"I don't know how long it has been to find happiness. The temple is so high, and the rivers and lakes are so far away. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to talk about wine and sleep. I just want to find happiness, like a fish entering the sea, free and safe, happy and happy."

He always speaks in a soft and slow manner, and insists on his words, but when he said these words, he was extraordinarily loud and firm, simple and straightforward.

Li Xunhuan couldn't help but smile.

He still had a lot to say and persuade.

But at this moment, he didn't want to say anything, and didn't want to persuade him any more.

In this world, there is only one person willing to ignore the emperor's will for you, standing in the sky full of snow, standing on a road that may not always be able to wait for you, waiting silently, just to serve you a glass of parting wine.

Such friendship, such people.

No matter what you are saying, what to persuade.

are useless.

Li Xun Huan reached out to take the wine bag, raised his head and drank heavily.

As soon as the wine is in the mouth.

Then feel bitter.

Bitter to the depths, and sad.

Heartbroken.

When the wine enters the heartbroken, it produces sweetness instead.

It's so sweet that the heart and lungs are like rolling in honey.

Shock flashed in Li Xun Huan's eyes, he put down his wine bag.

"Isn't this Gongsun Yinzi's bitter wine?"

Qin Ru smiled and said: "Exactly, when you finished that woman that day, I thought, if you can't drink this bitter wine again, you must feel regretful, so I found someone to brew it according to the recipe left by that person. .”

"I wanted you and me to take out the time of drinking and talking, but now I can only make a pot of bitter wine."

Li Xunhuan laughed loudly.

"There are a lot of people in this world, if anyone knows me, you must be Qin Ru."

The snowflakes fell on his hair, shoulders, and cheeks. It was just a few words, and Li Xun Huan looked like a person made of white snow.

But those strange eyes are still dark green, like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, like sea water under the summer sun, no matter what kind of torture and suffering, darkness and fire, they are full of pleasant vitality .

When he was drinking, he was still unrestrained and unrestrained, more like a martial arts chivalrous man than a well-read poet.

He will eventually become a martial arts knight and a prodigal son.

Still so airy as to die.

Never too likable to die for.

The scholar couldn't help laughing either.

He came here today not only to offer a glass of farewell wine.

But now, standing in this wind and snow with Li Xun Huan, watching him drink the bitter wine brewed by himself, and hearing him say this sentence, all the flames in my heart suddenly went out.

He just felt that at this moment, he actually agreed with the four words in the words he just gave to Li Xun Huan.

Peace and joy.

It is enough that the sky is high and the earth is far away, never seeing each other.

Qin Rudao: "The vicissitudes of the sea, the desert Erhai Lake, I only want to find happiness and never forget each other."

He reached out and snatched the wine bag from Li Xun Huan's hand, and took a few gulps of the bitter wine.

The pale and cold face was flushed red by the wine, but Qin Ru's eyes were as bright as the stars. He reached out and handed the wine bag to Li Xun Huan.

Li Xun Huan took it and downed all the bitter wine in one gulp.

He laughed.

"In this life, don't dare to forget each other."

Qin Ru smiled.

Peaceful and content.

With a smile on his face, he stepped onto the horse's back, cupped his fists and said, "Looking for joy, take care."

"treasure."

Li Xunhuan replied.

Qin Ru took one last look at him, whipped his horse, and left in the dust.

The white snow all over the sky submerged his figure in an instant.

When I saw the intestine, I couldn't go back.

Seeing that he could no longer be seen, Li Xun Huan hung the wine bag on his waist, walked through the wind and snow, and stepped into the carriage.

"Let's go."

He sighed and said to the boy.

The carriage slowly drove into the boundless world again.

After a while, under the tree beside the road, a pile of snow suddenly moved, and a person came out.

He was dressed in white fox fur, he had been there for an unknown amount of time, and his head and face were covered in shards of snow. Standing in the snow, he looked like a snowman many times more than Qin Ru and Li Xun Huan.

He stood there, looking at Li Xunhuan's carriage, the snow covered his view, but he didn't even wipe it on.

Because his fingers had long been frozen and he couldn't even move them.

He moved his lips slowly.

A hoarse tearing voice slowly spit out from the lips that were once as pink as petals.

"Qin Ru."

He suddenly smiled.

A malevolent star reincarnated like a natural demon.

Step by step, he walked towards the capital with difficulty.

Everything he ever wanted was there.

There is power, good wine, and court.

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