original intention

The night was getting heavy, the snow was still falling on the ground, covered in silver, pure and spotless, Nan Jin came down from the North Cliff and returned to the living room, entered the outer courtyard, halfway there, but went to the side hall Su Qingran's Go to the living room.

He came to the door without a trace of footsteps, secretly lucked out for a week, dispelled the deeper cold air attached to his body, opened the door and walked in.

In the inner bedroom, there is still a lamp like a bean, a small jade silver lamp, supported by a copper pillar half a person's height, standing by the bed, the man is wearing a snow-colored close-fitting satin underwear, and Jiangnan brocade silver thread is wrapped with silk. The patterned velvet quilt is soft and fluffy, and it is now draped close to the man's body up to his shoulders. The hands with well-defined phalanges are a little softer than when they first met because they have not wielded knives and guns for many years. The book, the book was about to fall, but the man had already exhaled a smooth and even breathing sound and fell asleep.

Nan Jin's heart felt filled with the scene in front of the person in front of him, and a gentle and pitiful smile appeared on his face. If the person in front of him stays obediently in a place that he can see all the time, he will always be there. Go on, what a happy thing it should be.

Nan Jin laughed at himself secretly again, he was staying by his side, but he might not be obedient, so he approached him as he thought about it, and as expected saw that the medicine book was pinched in the man's hand, Nan Jin felt bitter for a while, now Aran's medical skills are excellent, although it may not be as good as Aunt Deng's accumulated medical skills for several generations. After all, Aunt Deng learned from Granny Yudun, but her ability to make and detoxify with one hand is already superb. Recently, she has helped Nan Jin a lot because of this ability. Gradually, his position in Qingxuan Palace became stable.

But Nan Jin would rather that he doesn't know anything, just a Su Qingran who doesn't know anything, stay by his side, let go of all the worries and complaints, and be by his side without any grudges, thinking too much of extravagant expectations.It's just that the master of the Devil's Cult who is capable beyond the heavens may not understand one thing. When a high-spirited person is imprisoned in this world by his broken wings, seeking that person's love has become a lifelong obsession.

Thinking lonely in his heart, he gently pulled out the book between the man's fingers, closed the cover, and the title of the book that came into his eyes was "The Study of the Eight Meridians of Strange Classics", Nan Jin's eyes trembled, and the bitterness in his heart became thicker A few minutes later, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the almost faded scar on the man's wrist. This book had already been turned over by the man in front of him, but the man kept looking for it between the lines. Looking for a way to regenerate tendons and renew pulses, I may have never really experienced the helplessness, grief and indignation of this person when his tendons were cut.

The flirting, the chuckling, the cursing, the occasional cuddling, the rare but precious intimacy and harmony between the two of them that seem to be woven into the long days, the vulnerable self-deception The true and false love seems to tear a hole in an instant, and the cold wind passing through the hole seems to freeze the heart.

Nan Jin stood blankly in front of the bed for an unknown amount of time, with a pair of eyelashes casting a shadow, put away the book, gently laid the man's body flat, the velvet quilt wrapped the man's body neatly, waved the silver Light, quietly embraced the man and fell asleep.

The harsh winter passed unknowingly, and it was warm spring. Director Su led A Luo to a Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Qingxuan Palace early in the morning. Seeing the bustling people coming, Su Qingran was really excited. It's been a long time since I left Qingxuan Palace. Even though I was facing the same sky, and although I was only ten miles away from Qingxuan Palace, Su Qingran's eyes were a little hazy, and even the guards of the Eighteenth Qingxuan Palace who were following behind him were afraid. Less annoying.When Nan Jin asked him to deal with this matter, Su Qingran stared at a pair of jade-like eyes, and Nan Jin, who was incredulous and inexplicably hot in his eyes, burst out laughing.

Seeing the many ordinary people rushing forward, and seeing the front, it is not funny. The Demon Cult, which everyone curses and beats in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, is actually the place of faith in the eyes of ordinary people in Dali.

Seeing the expression on the chief executive's expression, Qian Ren, the subordinate who followed Su Qingran, explained easily, "Boss, although you are from the Central Plains martial arts, you always have some deep-rooted thoughts about Qingxuan Palace, but here in Dali Baixin In my eyes, our Qingxuan Palace can afford faith, not to mention that we never disturb the people and do evil, and even Fengyingtang has a group of men over the years to protect the people of this side. It is all the idea of ​​the Jianghu people, so the government of Dali and us can coexist peacefully. These people are simple and straightforward, and their education is not as good as that of the Han people. Without our Qingxuan Palace, the Han government would not be so easy to control them. .”

Su Qingran nodded slightly, expressing that he quite agreed with his statement. Qian Ren was affirmed, and couldn't hold back his words, "There are many barbarians living in Dali, most of them are Miao people. Miao people place the most emphasis on religious beliefs. After many twists and turns, we made an agreement with the high priest of the Miao people at that time. We will do our best to protect the people. The high priest educates the people. My Qingxuan Palace is a god religion. The general manager conducts the spring plowing ceremony, which is a bit like the emperor's plowing ceremony in our capital, leading the people to pray for a year of good weather and a good harvest."

Su Qingran looked at the various utensils at hand, but she didn't reject them. Ordinary people are the simplest people in the world. They may not have been taught by sages, but they know how to follow the simplest rules between heaven and earth... Ever since receiving this task , Su Qingran has been busy for several days without touching the ground. Looking at these groups of people, he thinks of Nan Jin's words before departure, "Aran, you will not be disappointed this time." Su Qingran thought The determination and the brilliance in the eyes of the man when he said this flashed by, and he was disturbed for a while, and he instinctively rejected such an uncontrollable self and situation.

On the other side, Su Qingran was busy with the spring plowing ceremony, while on this side, the palace master in Qingxuan Palace was busy beating chickens and eggs in the small kitchen in the courtyard.

Nan Jin wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead with the back of his sticky hand. He had never been so embarrassing in practicing martial arts and killing enemies. He raised his head with difficulty, and suddenly saw the two begonias planted side by side by the courtyard. The vines are facing the wind, and the ducklings are like a lady with her hair covering her face. Her delicate face is slightly red, and it makes the blue sky that can't be seen at a glance in spring a touch of color.

There was a smile on Nan Jin's face. It was planted by Su Qingran himself in the summer of last year. At that time, he complained that Nan Jin's living room and courtyard were too clean, so he deliberately chose the Chuisi Begonia, which is easy to survive in Dali. He thought it would take two years. It can only bloom on the left or right, I don't know what condiments Su Qingran added in his daily life, but in less than a year, these two crabapple plants bloomed in the warm spring.

Su Qingran also set up a stone table under the tree, and beside the stone table were two small couches, but it was hot in summer and cold in winter, the stone table and couch were more like decorations.

While he was in a daze, the door of the small kitchen was slammed open, and a figure burst into it, his mouth full of complaints, "Jin, you kill me, let me go to the Internal Affairs Hall to do this kind of thing, my Ah Fu's You will destroy your fame for the rest of your life." After finishing speaking, he threw the note in his hand to Nan Jin.

With a smile on his face, Nan Jin picked up the note and began to read, "Put warm water in the porcelain basin first, put flour in the water, and beat an egg..."

Ever since Ah Fu went to Fengying Hall, the days when he could see Nan Jin were few and far between. This time he finally returned to Qingxuan Palace and finally saw Nan Jin. It's not suitable for talking about academic affairs, so I couldn't help but say, "Jin, I found out that your private guards have been reduced by half. I only found out after asking the Internal Affairs Hall that these private guards have been away from Qingxuan Palace for several months... What are you doing? What are you doing? Do you not hesitate to use half of the private guards?"

Nan Jin was taken aback for a moment, he did not expect that A Fu, who has not been in the Qingxuan Palace for a long time, could find this so carefully, and he did not want to tell A Fu the truth, he was not at ease about certain things about A Fu, not because he was afraid of A Fu's betrayal I am afraid that Ah Fu will spoil things if he pays too much attention to him.

But if he doesn't tell anything, Ah Fu will definitely use his forces to investigate, wouldn't it be troublesome.Fortunately, Ah Fu always trusted what he said to him.

Thinking of this, Nan Jin shook his head and sighed, "Ah Fu, you are really a shame. I just want to open up business in the Western Regions, and I also think that if I use the power of Fengyingtang, this matter cannot be solved by one person or two. , Fengyingtang has always had a lot of business and couldn't get so many people, so I used my private guard."

Ah Fu squinted his cat's eyes and stared at Nan Jin for a moment, feeling that it was not unreasonable. Seeing Nan Jin frowning again, he was thinking about the steps on the note, and his hands were very focused on how to make a dough Come on, his eyes dimmed and dimmed, and he finally backed out silently. He really couldn't just watch Nan Jin put in all his efforts to please that person.

The moment Nan Jin heard the kitchen door slam shut, she paused for a moment, then continued to fight against the flour, A Fu, stop thinking about me, I can't give you anything more than brotherhood .

The night was getting heavy, the snow was still falling on the ground, covered in silver, pure and spotless, Nan Jin came down from the North Cliff and returned to the living room, entered the outer courtyard, halfway there, but went to the side hall Su Qingran's Go to the living room.

He came to the door without a trace of footsteps, secretly lucked out for a week, dispelled the deeper cold air attached to his body, opened the door and walked in.

In the inner bedroom, there is still a lamp like a bean, a small jade silver lamp, supported by a copper pillar half a person's height, standing by the bed, the man is wearing a snow-colored close-fitting satin underwear, and Jiangnan brocade silver thread is wrapped with silk. The patterned velvet quilt is soft and fluffy, and it is now draped close to the man's body up to his shoulders. The hands with well-defined phalanges are a little softer than when they first met because they have not wielded knives and guns for many years. The book, the book was about to fall, but the man had already exhaled a smooth and even breathing sound and fell asleep.

Nan Jin's heart felt filled with the scene in front of the person in front of him, and a gentle and pitiful smile appeared on his face. If the person in front of him stays obediently in a place that he can see all the time, he will always be there. Go on, what a happy thing it should be.

Nan Jin laughed at himself secretly again, he was staying by his side, but he might not be obedient, so he approached him as he thought about it, and as expected saw that the medicine book was pinched in the man's hand, Nan Jin felt bitter for a while, now Aran's medical skills are excellent, although it may not be as good as Aunt Deng's accumulated medical skills for several generations. After all, Aunt Deng learned from Granny Yudun, but her ability to make and detoxify with one hand is already superb. Recently, she has helped Nan Jin a lot because of this ability. Gradually, his position in Qingxuan Palace became stable.

But Nan Jin would rather that he doesn't know anything, just a Su Qingran who doesn't know anything, stay by his side, let go of all the worries and complaints, and be by his side without any grudges, thinking too much of extravagant expectations.It's just that the master of the Devil's Cult who is capable beyond the heavens may not understand one thing. When a high-spirited person is imprisoned in this world by his broken wings, seeking that person's love has become a lifelong obsession.

Thinking lonely in his heart, he gently pulled out the book between the man's fingers, closed the cover, and the title of the book that came into his eyes was "The Study of the Eight Meridians of Strange Classics", Nan Jin's eyes trembled, and the bitterness in his heart became thicker A few minutes later, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the almost faded scar on the man's wrist. This book had already been turned over by the man in front of him, but the man kept looking for it between the lines. Looking for a way to regenerate tendons and renew pulses, I may have never really experienced the helplessness, grief and indignation of this person when his tendons were cut.

The flirting, the chuckling, the cursing, the occasional cuddling, the rare but precious intimacy and harmony between the two of them that seem to be woven into the long days, the vulnerable self-deception The true and false love seems to tear a hole in an instant, and the cold wind passing through the hole seems to freeze the heart.

Nan Jin stood blankly in front of the bed for an unknown amount of time, with a pair of eyelashes casting a shadow, put away the book, gently laid the man's body flat, the velvet quilt wrapped the man's body neatly, waved the silver Light, quietly embraced the man and fell asleep.

The harsh winter passed unknowingly, and it was warm spring. Director Su led A Luo to a Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Qingxuan Palace early in the morning. Seeing the bustling people coming, Su Qingran was really excited. It's been a long time since I left Qingxuan Palace. Even though I was facing the same sky, and although I was only ten miles away from Qingxuan Palace, Su Qingran's eyes were a little hazy, and even the guards of the Eighteenth Qingxuan Palace who were following behind him were afraid. Less annoying.When Nan Jin asked him to deal with this matter, Su Qingran stared at a pair of jade-like eyes, and Nan Jin, who was incredulous and inexplicably hot in his eyes, burst out laughing.

Seeing the many ordinary people rushing forward, and seeing the front, it is not funny. The Demon Cult, which everyone curses and beats in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, is actually the place of faith in the eyes of ordinary people in Dali.

Seeing the expression on the chief executive's expression, Qian Ren, the subordinate who followed Su Qingran, explained easily, "Boss, although you are from the Central Plains martial arts, you always have some deep-rooted thoughts about Qingxuan Palace, but here in Dali Baixin In my eyes, our Qingxuan Palace can afford faith, not to mention that we never disturb the people and do evil, and even Fengyingtang has a group of men over the years to protect the people of this side. It is all the idea of ​​the Jianghu people, so the government of Dali and us can coexist peacefully. These people are simple and straightforward, and their education is not as good as that of the Han people. Without our Qingxuan Palace, the Han government would not be so easy to control them. .”

Su Qingran nodded slightly, expressing that he quite agreed with his statement. Qian Ren was affirmed, and couldn't hold back his words, "There are many barbarians living in Dali, most of them are Miao people. Miao people place the most emphasis on religious beliefs. After many twists and turns, we made an agreement with the high priest of the Miao people at that time. We will do our best to protect the people. The high priest educates the people. My Qingxuan Palace is a god religion. The general manager conducts the spring plowing ceremony, which is a bit like the emperor's plowing ceremony in our capital, leading the people to pray for a year of good weather and a good harvest."

Su Qingran looked at the various utensils at hand, but she didn't reject them. Ordinary people are the simplest people in the world. They may not have been taught by sages, but they know how to follow the simplest rules between heaven and earth... Ever since receiving this task , Su Qingran has been busy for several days without touching the ground. Looking at these groups of people, he thinks of Nan Jin's words before departure, "Aran, you will not be disappointed this time." Su Qingran thought The determination and the brilliance in the eyes of the man when he said this flashed by, and he was disturbed for a while, and he instinctively rejected such an uncontrollable self and situation.

On the other side, Su Qingran was busy with the spring plowing ceremony, while on this side, the palace master in Qingxuan Palace was busy beating chickens and eggs in the small kitchen in the courtyard.

Nan Jin wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead with the back of his sticky hand. He had never been so embarrassing in practicing martial arts and killing enemies. He raised his head with difficulty, and suddenly saw the two begonias planted side by side by the courtyard. The vines are facing the wind, and the ducklings are like a lady with her hair covering her face. Her delicate face is slightly red, and it makes the blue sky that can't be seen at a glance in spring a touch of color.

There was a smile on Nan Jin's face. It was planted by Su Qingran himself in the summer of last year. At that time, he complained that Nan Jin's living room and courtyard were too clean, so he deliberately chose the Chuisi Begonia, which is easy to survive in Dali. He thought it would take two years. It can only bloom on the left or right, I don't know what condiments Su Qingran added in his daily life, but in less than a year, these two crabapple plants bloomed in the warm spring.

Su Qingran also set up a stone table under the tree, and beside the stone table were two small couches, but it was hot in summer and cold in winter, the stone table and couch were more like decorations.

While he was in a daze, the door of the small kitchen was slammed open, and a figure burst into it, his mouth full of complaints, "Jin, you kill me, let me go to the Internal Affairs Hall to do this kind of thing, my Ah Fu's You will destroy your fame for the rest of your life." After finishing speaking, he threw the note in his hand to Nan Jin.

With a smile on his face, Nan Jin picked up the note and began to read, "Put warm water in the porcelain basin first, put flour in the water, and beat an egg..."

Ever since Ah Fu went to Fengying Hall, the days when he could see Nan Jin were few and far between. This time he finally returned to Qingxuan Palace and finally saw Nan Jin. It's not suitable for talking about academic affairs, so I couldn't help but say, "Jin, I found out that your private guards have been reduced by half. I only found out after asking the Internal Affairs Hall that these private guards have been away from Qingxuan Palace for several months... What are you doing? What are you doing? Do you not hesitate to use half of the private guards?"

Nan Jin was taken aback for a moment, he did not expect that A Fu, who has not been in the Qingxuan Palace for a long time, could find this so carefully, and he did not want to tell A Fu the truth, he was not at ease about certain things about A Fu, not because he was afraid of A Fu's betrayal I am afraid that Ah Fu will spoil things if he pays too much attention to him.

But if he doesn't tell anything, Ah Fu will definitely use his forces to investigate, wouldn't it be troublesome.Fortunately, Ah Fu always trusted what he said to him.

Thinking of this, Nan Jin shook his head and sighed, "Ah Fu, you are really a shame. I just want to open up business in the Western Regions, and I also think that if I use the power of Fengyingtang, this matter cannot be solved by one person or two. , Fengyingtang has always had a lot of business and couldn't get so many people, so I used my private guard."

Ah Fu squinted his cat's eyes and stared at Nan Jin for a moment, feeling that it was not unreasonable. Seeing Nan Jin frowning again, he was thinking about the steps on the note, and his hands were very focused on how to make a dough Come on, his eyes dimmed and dimmed, and he finally backed out silently. He really couldn't just watch Nan Jin put in all his efforts to please that person.

The moment Nan Jin heard the kitchen door slam shut, she paused for a moment, then continued to fight against the flour, A Fu, stop thinking about me, I can't give you anything more than brotherhood .