An Feng Bamboo Horse

?It was snowing for the first time outside, and the sky was just getting bright. Bu Zhangbai was wearing a thin overcoat, and walked through the backyard silently.

The servant of Xia's mansion who was guarding the side door recognized this pale young man as the young master of the Bu family who had always been on good terms with the young master, and opened the side door for him that was rarely opened.Bu Zhangbai thanked him, and walked into the alley behind the mansion wall by himself.

He hadn't recovered from the cold, and his face was pale with a sickly blush.His aunt told him not to rush to the library to pick up books these few days, but he couldn't stay for a day.

Xia Anfeng came to his yard several times, and asked his servants to bring him a good man to take part in the tonic soup, but he couldn't swallow it like a lump in his throat.

Not only Xia Anfeng was extremely uncomfortable with this unfamiliar feeling of awkwardness, but even he himself felt it was strange.

The conversation between my aunt and Ding Guohou that I overheard that day at most involved Ding Guohou and his father.Although the man Longyang is shocking, it is not unheard of among noble families.In the special period of combat, some troops far away from their homeland are even more popular.Knowing this made him feel that his tall and tall image had collapsed in the past, and he had indescribable resistance to Ding Guohou, but for Xia Anfeng, there should be no room for blame and anger.

What's more, the person who has been relying on his power and treating him with a mind similar to that of Ding Guohou is the eldest son Xia Feng, what has he to do with Xia Anfeng?

——However, he somehow found it difficult to face Xia Anfeng.

It was difficult to face, the reason why he said he couldn't afford to be sick was entirely because he wanted to avoid Xia Anfeng's inquiring and doubtful eyes.

Dongfang Yubai gradually showed its bright eyebrows, and the chill of Lidong still did not shrink under the sun.

Bu Zhangbai walked in a hurry, with his head down thinking about his own thoughts, and hurried through the alley, but he didn't feel too cold.

This alley was about to end, and he was about to cross the side alley into the main street when he was suddenly surrounded by someone behind him.

Caught off guard, his body was pulled back a few steps, re-immersing in the shadows under the narrow alley.

"Who—" Bu Zhangbai thought that he had met a bandit.

The person who came didn't make a sound, his arms were held hostage by his rough hands, he spread his legs and feet, and pulled him to the deepest part of the alley.

Passing by the lintels of the two houses, Bu Zhangbai raised his voice and was about to call out, but he heard the person call out hastily and softly in his ear: "Master Bu! I'm Shuai Bu! Please don't make a sound! !"

A few sentences made Bu Zhangbai's blood freeze immediately and suddenly boil again.

"You..." In the process of being dragged and running involuntarily, he tried his best to look at the man's face sideways, his facial features were covered by a beard, his long messy hair looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a year, and he wore The cloth was ragged and smelled faintly.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a beggar wandering on the street.

However, under the beard that hides his face, there is a somewhat familiar look, as if he has seen it somewhere before——

Bu Zhangbai suddenly stopped, gasping for breath.

He remembered that this beggar with beards, his height, appearance, and figure, had been drawn on the arrest warrant by the state government, and the wanted whereabouts were posted all over the city-this is the defected domestic slave of the Dingguo Houfu!

Seeing him stop, the beggar showed doubts, as if he didn't want to walk with him any more.The beggar looked around, they had come to the depths of the alley at this time, this is a dead end, except for a few towering trees that have grown here since no one knows when, there is no one left.

With a plop, the beggar landed on his knees and knelt down towards Bu Zhangbai.

"Young master... the subordinates read the list posted by the school this year, so they know that the young master is not dead!!"

Bu Zhangbai's heart skipped a beat.

"What did you say..." He took two steps away to the side, the beggar walked on his knees to find his direction, and continued to kneel upright.

"You are a defected domestic slave who is wanted by the Marquis of Dingguo, why do you claim to be my subordinate?" He seemed to have sensed the chill of early winter at this moment, and he asked nervously while wrapping up his thin coat.

The beggar kowtowed to him a few times, then raised his head, with tears in the corners of his cloudy eyes: "Master Bu, this subordinate is one of the survivors of the Chinese army who followed Shuai Bu to the expedition - Dingguohou delusion Killing us all, that's why we're doing everything possible to fabricate accusations, so that the government will cast a net to hunt down our lives...Young master, you must never recognize the thief as your father!!"

These words were like a bolt from the blue, freezing Bu Zhangbai in place.

He opened his mouth slightly, his thoughts turned into a turbulent paste in these words that seemed to have no cause and effect, and no logic at all. He stuttered, and after a long time, he heard himself say a few words: "You... say What, in Dingguo, he treated me with such kindness as a mountain, and brought me up..."

The beggar looked at him sadly, and the stench from his body could clearly pass into Bu Zhangbai's mouth and nose even if he was separated by a few people.

"Dingguo Hou and his son didn't rush to the battlefield as originally planned, delayed the military plane, killed Bu Shuai in order to kill people, and even more, more... slaughtered more than [-] remnants of the Chinese army...Master Bu, The military exploits conclusively concluded by the imperial court are all false! It is the insidious trick of Dingguo Hou and his son covering the sky with one hand!"

"You're talking nonsense... nonsense..."

Bu Zhangbai muttered, his ears were ringing, until he saw the beggar's lips moving, but he couldn't hear the sound anymore.

Every word the beggar said was a denial of past facts; he had always regarded Ding Guohou as his second father in awe, and believed in growing up in this way—why did he suddenly suffer one after another?

The beggar lowered his head again, took out from his bosom for a while, and carefully took out a dirty black token.Before handing it to Bu Zhangbai, he even wiped it with his sleeve very lovingly, but the wiping was like a waste of time, the stain on the token was old and hard to remove.

Bu Zhang made a fool of himself, and stretched out his hand to take the disgusting token.

What he never expected was that the token turned out to be half a tiger talisman.

It is cold and hard to the touch, with badly worn edges. The copper tiger-shaped pattern is oozing with dried and mottled blood, and there is a gold inscription on the back—a dragon-flying "Bu" character engraved on it.

Bu Zhang's heart trembled violently, and his blushing face was burning hot.He tightly held the tiger talisman bestowed by the emperor to the general of the main army, his body trembling violently.

As if dreaming, he said: "Bu... this is... my grandfather..."

The sun had slowly risen to the mid-air, and it completely illuminated the alley, and the place where they stood was no longer covered in darkness.There were voices from far away, the lintels of the two houses that passed by just now, there was a soft slam on the door, and someone was walking into the alley.

The beggar got up quickly, and before Bu Zhangbai could react, he snatched the tiger amulet back from his palm, and took a step back regretfully.

"Master, this subordinate knows that you are lodged in that jackal's mansion, so it is appropriate for this tiger talisman to be kept by this subordinate." Bu Zhangbai still wanted to ask, but he quickly bowed and saluted, "If there is a chance, my subordinate will take care of it." Your Majesty and several other Bu Shuai's personal soldiers will come to the young master again - please be careful, young master, don't..." Taking a deep breath, he said angrily, "Don't mistake the murder of your father and enemy as your close relatives."

As soon as the words fell, the person turned over, vigorously climbed up to the wall of the alley, and disappeared into the intricate alleys in two or three steps.That skill is extremely familiar, definitely not something that a beggar who begs for a living on the street can do, even if he enters the imperial guards of the palace, it is certainly not a problem.

Bu Zhang stood there in vain, still holding the cold and hard touch of the heavy tiger talisman in his hand. The real feeling was in sharp contrast to the words that the beggar just told in a hurry—the latter sounded so empty and so confusing Bu Zhangbai felt that the ground, which had been standing steadily all along, was gradually shaking, collapsing, and sinking under such an impression of nothingness.

"Xiao Bai went out?"

When Xia An came to the courtyard where Bu Zhangbai lived, he heard that he was able to get up, and he was pleasantly surprised. He also heard that he went out at dawn, without bringing a entourage, and he did not call himself who was always with him.

Strange... What happened to Xiaobai recently? He always avoids meeting him.

Xia Feng's words "good friends" echoed in his ears again, Xia Anfeng was inexplicably guilty.At any rate, he was almost 16 years old, so he naturally understood the meaning of this word.It's just that at that time, how could it be like a conditioned reflex, the first one to think of Xiaobai's pale and beautiful face... It's really... Bewitched.

He stood in a trance in the courtyard for a while, when he heard faint footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.Looking up, he saw that it was Bu Zhangbai who had gone out at the dawn of the day and came back—holding a bunch of books in his arms, his face was pale with cold, and he walked into the courtyard gate more in a trance than him.

"Xiaobai." Xia Anfeng stepped forward, wanting to hold Bu Zhangbai's hand as affectionately as before.

When the latter heard his voice, he was suddenly startled, as if he had been pulled out of some painful thoughts, and took a step back.

He was so panic-stricken that the books in his arms were scattered all over the place, and several of them fell on Xia Anfeng's feet.

Xia Anfeng was also stunned, but he still reacted in time. He lowered his body and picked up the few snow-stained books.Looking for Bu Zhangbai's eyes, tentatively: "Xiaobai?"

One of them stood outside the moon-shaped arch, and the other stood inside the moon-shaped arch, looking at each other's eyes that had grown bigger since childhood.Bu Zhangbai saw his face, which was paler than usual, in those eyes as dark as night, and also saw the undisguised, sincere and sincere concern in those eyes.He unconsciously tightened his arm holding the book, the beggar's words were still circling in his mind, he stared at Xia Anfeng motionlessly, his thin lips turned white.

Xia Anfeng only noticed that on Xiaobai's pale and handsome face, a pair of long and narrow eyes sparkled with strange water waves, staring at him blankly, as if he had been suffering from the cold for too long, and could not even recognize his own voice and appearance ——He opened his mouth a few times, as if he wanted to call out his name, but the voice never reached his lips.

Xia Anfeng thought to himself, Xiaobai is in a coma, looking at him, his body has been trembling unconsciously.

The red-haired boy's tone was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring Bu Zhangbai: "Xiaobai, let me fetch the books for you. It's windy and snowy outside. Let's go back to the room, shall we?"

Bu Zhangbai blinked, his expression slow.When there was no reply, he blinked again.

——What a familiar tone.What a kind of tenderness that I am accustomed to.

——Xia Anfeng, his childhood sweetheart, Xia Anfeng, who would stand in front of him no matter what happened, resisting all the chills for him...

He is also the second son of the Marquis of Dingguo.

Xia Anfeng, do you know about your father and mine; do you know that I was in the alley today, what I heard was buried in the past?

Bu Zhang looked at him steadfastly, his thoughts rolled up like a storm in his heart, and he kept struggling in the abyss.

Even... Even if the beggar's words are true, Xia An meets him...

He is such an earnest and simple person, there is no reason for him to be involved in these dirty pasts.

——Even if it's just for Xia Anfeng, he must find out the truth.

Xia Anfeng found that the strange, sparkling water waves in Bu Zhang's white eyes slowly retreated to the deepest part of the eyes, replacing the familiar look.

But there was a subtle difference in that expression.He couldn't tell the difference, but he could feel a slight change.

But Xiaobai's tensed shoulders slowly relaxed, as if he had made some decision, and then he took a step forward and walked towards him.

He said softly: "Okay, let's go into the room." His voice was natural and kind, and his expression was as gentle as before he had a cold.

Xia Anfeng was overjoyed, he let go of a big stone that had been hanging in his heart for a long time, and also left behind the slight weirdness caused by Xia Feng a few days ago.

He helped Bu Zhang hold the book in his arms, and the two entered the room talking and laughing. ?