Shuoyun Feidu

It is cold winter, and the sky is full of snowflakes, pure white and clear.

It was early in the morning, the sky was just before dawn, and there was a little light. A few red plums that had just bloomed were slanted outside the window.

Beitang Rongdu got up very early. He had finished grooming and had breakfast. He was leaning on a chair with a gourd containing fine wine in his hand. She was wearing a loose black robe, with a jade flute slanted across her waist, with a relaxed expression, drinking the wine in the gourd slowly, while admiring the plum blossoms by the window.

A hand silently pressed on the boy's left hand holding the gourd.Shen Hanyan stopped Beitang Rongdu from about to raise the gourd to drink, and said with a slight smile: "Master, drinking alcohol early in the morning will chill your stomach." Beitang Rongdu squeezed the young man's fingertips smoothly, Smiling lightly, he said: "I'm not overwhelmed with alcohol... Besides, this wine is scalded, it's very hot, you should take a few sips to warm up your body." Then, he passed the wine gourd over.Shen Hanyan took it, and raised his head to take a sip. As expected, the wine juice was very warm. As soon as Fang entered his stomach, he felt very warm and comfortable, so he smiled and said, "That's true."

Beitang Rongdu took the gourd from Shen Hanyan's hand, and took another sip of the warm wine inside. At this time, the aroma of red plums outside the window was even more intoxicating. The petals of the plum blossoms are covered with thin snow flakes, which contrast vividly with the red flowers, which is especially bright and moving.At this time, Shen Hanyan was sitting on the railing by the window, with a golden crown in her hair, and a white dress like snow. It makes people feel dizzy for a while, and it is difficult to breathe.Beitang Rongdu raised his hand, lifted a strand of black hair of the young man, leaned over to smell the fragrance on the hair, and at the same time softly smiled in Shen Hanyan's ear: "Drinking wine and enjoying flowers should also be rewarded." Beauty...Han Yan, why don't you show me the sword dance in Linxue, okay?"

Shen Hanyan didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to pull out the jade flute from Beitang Rongdu's waist, and said with a smile: "Instead of that, it's better for me to play the flute to cheer you up, and the young master dances to the next song." Beitang Rong Du didn't care, took the wine gourd in one fell swoop, raised his head and drank the remaining wine inside, then got up, threw the empty gourd casually, and laughed, "Okay." , with a little effort, he jumped into the vast snow outside with a light leap.

A wisp of clear flute sound rises slowly, the gentle part is like a swallow holding mud, and the bright part is like Songyun coming out of Xiu. Shen Hanyan stood up, leaning on the railing, holding the jade flute in his hand, and played it slowly and lightly on his lips, The clothes were spotless and moved lightly with the wind. Beitang Rongdu stood in the snow, looking at him, just smiling lazily, but suddenly his sleeves fluttered, his fingers trembled in an orderly manner, and at the same time his waist twisted, The man also stood up lightly, pulling out a set of palms impressively, his wide sleeves fluttering like a black cloud, graceful like a frightened bird, graceful like a swimming dragon, his lacquered hair fluttering and drooping in the wind, The plum blossoms of the nearby trees were swept by his sleeves, and the petals and snow dust flew down and scattered all over the sky.

After this set of palm techniques was practiced, Beitang Rongdu gradually became interested, and he couldn't help swaying it freely, walking freely, until a large number of petals fell on his clothes and temples, as if the moon was covered by light clouds, floating The wind is blowing back to the snow, the surroundings are empty and quiet, only the sound of flute is heard, accompanied by the sound of snow falling on the trees, Yu stands lightly like a crane, if it is about to fly but not flying, laughing back at Gu Bozhi In the room, the sleeves of the robe are stretched out, and the romance is unspeakable.

When Mu Qinghan approached Huanhua Xiaozhu all the way, what he saw was such a scene.At this time, the sky is bright, the sun is warm and bright, and the morning sun is also quiet and cold, illuminating the person in the snow, and at the same time, a melodious and light flute sound is faintly played.

On the railing, there is a young man in white clothes without makeup, holding a jade flute and blowing lightly. In the middle of the snow not far away, there is a young man wearing black clothes, which is particularly eye-catching in the white snow. , accompanied by the melodious song.Wearing black clothes on people usually gives off a solemn and dignified air, but at this time, the young man's outer covering is as black as ink, with a dark red corner faintly showing, but he only feels winding like fog, bright and elegant. , not to mention his stunning complexion, with an inexhaustible whirl around his brows and eyes, turning his body and looking at him, his blue eyes are focused, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his lips, Her black hair was shaking off her body, her eyes reflected autumn water, her skin was more snowy than snow, her eyebrows were like black ink, her eyes were bright like stars, like a jade tree standing on a jade tree, against the surrounding red flowers and white snow, she was truly unparalleled in prosperity.Suddenly, Mu Qinghan seemed to be blurred by the smoke before his eyes, but he remembered that there was a person wearing a heavy jade silk gauze dress in the flowers, the blue silk was half pulled up, and the floor-length skirt twirled into a pink cloud, revealing tenderness. The snow-white feet of the lotus petals danced for him, the waist was slender, the body was like a soft willow, and the light pink gauze skirt was like a spring flower that just bloomed, as bright as the morning glow rising, burning like a flower through the waves, It made all the flowers around pale, and it also bloomed in his heart alone...

The sound of the flute was long and lingering, and gradually began to slow down again, almost like nothing... Shen Hanyan stopped the last sound, and his five fingers naturally fell down. Then he turned his hand lightly, and quietly inserted the blue jade flute to his waist sideways, Beitang Rongdu also withdrew his palm and returned his palm, but his breath was not in a hurry. He reached out and grabbed a branch of burning red plum beside him, folded it off, raised his hand and threw it to Shen Hanyan. It's quite good, go back and find a bottle, and put it in." Shen Hanyan caught the plum blossom, only to feel a clear and cold fragrance staining his hands, refreshing, and he responded with a smile, and then walked towards the tree not far away. Mu Qinghan nodded slightly to signal: "...Young Master Mu."

Beitang Rongdu had already seen Mu Qinghan standing quietly in the snow in a white robe trimmed with silver, so he walked over, and the red plum petals in his sleeves fell like crimson snow all the way, and the air flowed , the faint fragrance was faint, and at the same time he smiled unconsciously: "Why, you came so early today, do you still want to learn martial arts with me?"

Mu Qinghan's eyes have returned to the calmness of the past, and his voice is also cold and calm, saying: "...there is a new tea." Beitang Rongdu raised his eyelids, and his eyes were like feathers in Mu Qinghan's eyes. Flicking across his face, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, like a faint ray of light in winter, he glanced at a small pot in the other party's hand, and said with a smile: "Oh? If that's the case, let's go in and taste it together. Try it."

The two of them went into Rongdu's bedroom in Beitang together, and after a short while, someone brought a set of utensils for making tea. Rongdu in Beitang was dressed in black, leaning on the chair, his eyes were clear and transparent, With a youthful vigor, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up and he said, "Since you are bringing me good tea, why don't you send the Buddha to the west, let's cook the tea together with your hands." He didn't open his mouth, just put a pot on top of the small stove that was on the fire, and waited until the water boiled to the second stage, then opened the tea pot, picked up some tea powder, sprinkled it into the pot, and went back and forth. After waiting for a long time, two cups of steaming fragrant tea were placed on the table.

With a flick of his sleeve, Beitang Rongdu picked up one of the cups, lowered his eyes and blew lightly a few times, then took a sip, then raised his head and chuckled, looked at Mu Qinghan and said, "Sure enough, it's good tea, but the tea maker The water, however, has been boiling for a long time... When the tea was brewed just now, you seemed a little distracted."

Mu Qinghan handed the teacup to his lips, and took a sip: "...just remembering some past events." A corner of the black coat was slightly pressed under the wrist, and Beitang Rongdu was very good at observing words and expressions, seeing Mu Qinghan's expression , I knew that he didn't want to talk about what it was, so he flicked the table with his slender and shiny fingers like green onions, and changed the subject without a trace.

The two sat together drinking tea and chatting until it was almost noon, when Mu Qinghan got up and left, and then Beitang Rongdu called someone in to clear away the tea set and prepare for the meal.

Beitang Rongdu just stood up and stretched his waist slightly, when he suddenly inadvertently found a blue jade hairpin lying quietly on the carpet under the position where Mu Qinghan was sitting just now, presumably Mu Qinghan lost it by accident Yes, Beitang Rongdu picked it up casually, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was engraved with fine patterns, which were patterns of red phoenix flying into the sky.Beitang Rongdu took a good look at it and found it familiar. He recognized that it seemed to be an object that Mu Qinghan had stuck in his hair several times when he was in Wushebao, so he put it in his sleeve and prepared for the next time we meet. , and return it to the other party.

As soon as the blue hairpin was tucked into the sleeve, the man in a plain robe came back again despite the coldness in the snow outside. There was a hint of eagerness in Mu Qinghan's expression. Tang Rongdu raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Why, did you realize that you lost something so soon?" After speaking, he took out the jade hairpin from his sleeve and handed it over. Mu Qinghan took it with one hand, and at the same time The solemnity between the brows gradually subsided without a trace.When Beitang Rongdu saw this, he joked casually: "It's just an ordinary object. Seeing your expression, it seems that something important has been lost."

The slender fingers with thin calluses slowly grasped the warm hosta.Mu Qinghan's expression remained the same, and he only said in a deep voice: "...it is indeed a very important thing."