Touch the cold

Qin Yi didn't answer, he raised his hand to put away the pen and paper on the table, then held a candle and walked towards Xuanmen.

Although it was the first snow this year, the weather was not that cold. Qin Yi breathed out slowly, and the breath only condensed a little white mist in front of him.

After the white mist dissipated, Qin Yi bent down, leaned the candle towards the center of the threshold, dropped a few drops of wax oil on the threshold, turned the candle around, stuck it on the wax oil just now, and stood it up. Sitting on the threshold, leaning obliquely against the Xuanmen on the side.

The candle swayed a few times in the wind brought by Qin Yi when he sat on the threshold with his clothes lifted, and then burned steadily.

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"Hey master, why did you sleep here yesterday." Early the next morning, Qin Yi's servant asked in surprise when he was putting on clothes for him.

Qin Yi wrapped himself in a cloak for a while, but couldn't remember when Mo Zijin left last night.He got up from the posture of leaning on the Xuanmen, raised his hand and rubbed his neck, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the boy's expression was not right, so he asked him with his eyes.

"Master..." The servant lowered his head, not daring to look at Qin Yi, "Mr. Song had an accident in Yanzhixuan yesterday."

Qin Yi's eyes froze suddenly, and he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The young man pursed his lips, and said with a embarrassed expression: "Young Master Song had too much fun last night, plus he used a little more aphrodisiac, and gave a girl from Yanzhixuan to... to..."

The boy couldn't continue, but Qin Yi had already guessed it, so he hurriedly asked, "Where is he now?"

"In Yanzhixuan, I was suppressed by the people inside. The people in Yanzhixuan sent a handyman, who just came to the mansion to report the letter." The servant replied.

Qin Yi's heart burst into flames, he dropped the cloak on the ground, and walked towards Yanzhixuan without hesitation.

"Master, master!" The servant behind him picked up the cloak on the ground and called out closely all the way, forgetting that Qin Yi couldn't hear his call at all.

It snowed all night last night, and the road was somewhat difficult. When Qin Yi arrived at Yanzhixuan, his shoes and socks were already soaked.

At this time, there were only a few people in the hall of Yanzhixuan. The big shopkeeper and a few men surrounded Song Boyi who was tied to a chair. I suffered some flesh and blood.

Seeing Qin Yi enter the door, the shopkeeper walked over to him with a cold face, pointed to Song Boyi who had his head down and asked, "Why, you are here to save this kid?"

Qin Yi cast a cold glance at Song Boyi, but shook his head, then pulled out a chair and sat down, and poured himself a bowl of rough tea, with a calm expression as if he didn't care about Song Boyi's life or death.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth, waved to the men surrounding Song Boyi and said, "Keep fighting."

"Qin Yi!" Song Boyi roared, and before the words landed, he was hit by a fist in the face, which made his eyes black.

Qin Yi sat on the side, but didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. The situation in front of him had nothing to do with him at all, besides, the sound of flesh touching and Song Boyi's roar could not reach his ears at all until Song Boyi Almost dying, the shopkeeper saw a man who looked like a domestic servant rushing in from the door panting, holding a stack of bank notes in his hand and patted the shopkeeper in front of him.

The big shopkeeper looked at the bank notes and gestured to those who were still trying to manipulate Song Boyi, and those people stopped immediately.Song Boyi spat out a mouthful of blood, hissed and looked at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi still didn't look at him, but took the pen and paper handed over by his servant, and wrote a sentence on it for the shopkeeper to see: "I don't know if the shopkeeper is willing to exchange these silver taels for the rest of Song Boyi's life. "

The shopkeeper frowned with razor-like eyebrows, counted the bank notes in his hand, then turned his head to look at the half-dead Song Boyi, then stretched his eyebrows, and said to the men: "Okay, let him go!" .”

After hearing this, the men untied the ropes on Song Boyi's body, and let Song Boyi slump down from the chair feebly, laying down on the floor of Yanzhixuan, and coughed heavily twice.

Seeing that Song Boyi was untied from the rope, Qin Yi got up and walked out of Yanzhixuan's door without looking back.

"Master...you really don't care about Mr. Song?" After leaving the Yanzhi Pavilion, the servant carefully followed Qin Yi and asked.

Qin Yi nodded, but walked more and more slowly, finally stopped, frowned and sighed heavily, looked at the white mist formed by the breath, then turned and walked towards Wu Xun.

After getting some medicine from Wu Xun, Qin Yi walked towards an old willow tree in the backyard of the Qin Mansion. He knew that Song Boyi would definitely be there. Qin Yi knew that since Song Boyi was his school boy when he was a child. Every time he encountered uncomfortable things, he liked to hide under the old willow tree in a daze, and even made a small pit out of a rhizome of the old willow tree that grew out of the ground.

Song Boyi was indeed there today, his face and clothes were still stained with dried blood, his eyes were drooping, and he looked very embarrassed.

Qin Yi walked over slowly, stood in front of Song Boyi, took off the cloak he was wearing, and squatted down to cover him.

Song Boyi raised his eyes to look at Qin Yi, and then shrunk his neck into the cloak. From time to time, the willow branches sprinkled some last night's snow, which fell on the wound on Song Boyi's face, which relieved the pain a lot. few.

"Qin Yi." Song Boyi said weakly, "You have done me a favor, but I never want to repay it."

Qin Yi smiled at Song Boyi with one corner of his mouth tilted, and nodded, he knew that he knew Song Boyi too well.

Qin Yi looked at Song Boyi's side face, and his heart was a little blocked. Although he really wanted to kick this face, he finally held back and just got up and kicked the old willow tree, making the branches cold and cold. The snow fell all over Song Boyi, and it also fell all over himself.

This winter, Song Boyi has never been to the Qin Mansion again. Qin Yi knows that the Beijing Examination in Chuchun is coming soon, and he still has the heart to take the imperial examination, so Qin Yi only occasionally sends someone to send him some things, and the rest is up to him. up.

But this winter, although Song Boyi was not around, Qin Yi didn't feel too bored, because the agreement was there, and Mo Zijin was always there on call.