Bi Ruo Cheng Pair [Liancheng Bi x Knowing or not Qiheng]

It was cold that year, and the wind blew on the face like a knife, and I wished I could tear a few holes, which made it painful.

But although it was cold, there was no snow for a long time.It is said that moist snow heralds a good year, and people from house to house are rubbing their hands in front of the crop fields, hoping that God will have a good harvest next year.

However, life is full of joys and sorrows, and everyone has their own way of living.Some people worry about the harvest of crops, some people worry about the lack of charcoal in the deep winter, and some people worry about the imperial examination in spring, which is inevitable all night.

"Brother, this is the pear soup with red dates ordered by the princess. You can go back to bed after you use it. Don't always stay up late in the study, you will damage your eyes carefully."

The servant put the clear-colored sapphire bowl on the table, saw that the wick had drooped, so he picked it up with the gold-wired lamp, and the candle light instantly brightened a bit.The servant's name is "Buwei" and he works in the Duke of Qi's mansion, and the master he serves personally is Duke Qi's only son, Qi Heng.

Qi Heng's father is the Duke of Qi, and his mother is Princess Pingning, who was deeply favored by the first empress dowager. It is logical that he joined the best family in the capital, as the outsiders said, and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. , distinguished status.Originally, according to his status, it would be no problem to ask the emperor to be a good Yin official with a letter.It's just that the Qi family has always been arrogant. Since they want to be an official, they have to take the exam in an upright manner. If they don't have real talents and learning, they will accept the title obediently, which is not the style of his Qi family.

This is what Qi Guogong and his wife meant, and it was also what Qi Heng himself meant.

It's just that he didn't worry about it himself, and his mind was relaxed.Anyway, when reading and studying every day, he regards it as a trip to the world in the book, enjoying the beautiful scenery and being free.On the contrary, his mother was worried, and went to the national temple to enshrine sea lanterns worth more than a dozen pennies, for fear that her son's name would be lost to Sun Shan and the world would laugh at him.

Therefore, Qi Heng sleeps soundly every day, accompanied by sweet dreams, but Qi's mother is full of worries, tossing and turning every night.It was clearly only October, and there was still some time before the imperial examination, but this phenomenon became more and more serious.Up to now, every night, he has to ask for a bowl of soup, fearing that when the dew becomes heavier, Qi Heng's body will not be able to stand the cold, and he will be infected with the wind and cold.

Qi Heng put down the book, put a bookmark carved from sandalwood wood into the page, closed it, and raised his eyes.

"Eat it. Go report to your mother and tell me that I fell asleep."

His voice is warm, like jade, but not as cold as white jade, like a warm jade held in the palm of his hand, every word contains warmth.

The servant was in a dilemma: "The Princess Princess specially prepared this for my brother, I dare not break her mind and do such a rebellious thing."

Qi Heng smiled lightly and said, "Let me ask you, what time is it now?"

Don't worry about it, said: "It's about two o'clock."

Qi Heng said slowly: "Yes, it's the second watch. Normally, my mother would have gone to bed long ago, but in the past few days, she still prepared soup for me. She didn't go to sleep until I rested. As a son of man, I , why not make this peace of mind earlier?"

Although he has a noble status, he treats people generously and has no pretensions.He always speaks softly with his servants, and rarely loses his temper.Xu Shi was born with softness in his bones, which gave this handsome young man a bit of the temperament of Zhilan Yushu.

Not to understand the intentions during the period, he suddenly said: "Brother, you want to let the princess think that you have fallen asleep, and then go to bed with peace of mind, right?"

Qi Heng nodded, "If you understand, go and report it quickly. My mother will be happy, and she might give you a raise."

As soon as the wages were mentioned, both eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly, "Okay! Brother's filial piety is really valuable, so let's go!"

After running out for two steps, he retreated and said worriedly: "But... you are still reading in the study, and the lights are on, if the princess sends someone to 'inspect', wouldn't it be a crime? …”

Qi Heng got up slowly, smoothed out the wrinkled clothes around his waist, picked up the book with a dark blue cover that he had read earlier, and said: "I'm going back to the house now, you can go and rest after you report back to mother later, no need Come to serve."

He was dressed in dark blue, with a slender figure. As he stood up, the surface of the cloth reflected a bit of silk shimmer under the candlelight, luxuriant and soft, as if covered with a soft veil.At first glance, it looks like a green bamboo standing in the snow, tall and elegant.

Seeing that he was about to leave, I found a thick cloak and put it on him, "That's impossible. It's cold outside, brother, don't catch a cold when you go back. Let's go boil some water first, and report back to the princess , fetch water for the young master to soak his feet, and sleep comfortably after warming up."

Qi Heng tied the rope of the cloak tightly, nodded, "Alright."

While talking, I suddenly heard a slight rustling sound outside the window, which seemed like a crisp bell ringing in the dark winter night.

So I asked, "Huh? Is it snowing?"

Nodding for joy, "Yes. Just a while ago, when the little one entered the house, there was already some accumulation on the stone road. You have to be more careful when you go back later, and be careful not to fall."

The corners of Qi Heng's lips were slightly raised, and he opened the door to look. Sure enough, the dark blue sky was filled with white snow, feathers fluttered down, and the celestial maiden scattered flowers, making people feel as if they had passed away.

Like an elf who discovered the source of magic, Qi Heng smiled and bent his eyes, and within a moment, his clear eyes seemed to melt into the snow, and Yeye shone.

"Brother, I'm going to report back to my mother now. You like to watch the snow, and it will be over after a while. Don't forget the time."

Qi Heng stared at the thin snow on the green bamboo branch, his eyes remained motionless, "Got it, you go quickly."

There was a slight smile on his lips, and the light in his eyes was soft. If these official ladies saw this scene, they would inevitably scream again.

Not because he left with the food box, he sighed as he walked--ah, my son is so good, his appearance, character and background, everything is outstanding, what kind of girl is worthy of such a person who is out of the world? …

That's right, this hozen's own life-long affairs have not been resolved yet, so he is worried about his young master first.

Qi Heng loves snow, especially Chuxue, which is a well-known secret in the entire capital.He said that as soon as the first snow falls, the world will be white, and this muddy world will be clean.

The winding mahogany corridor connects the front and rear houses. Looking from a height, it looks like the Big Dipper in the bright night. One place is connected to another place. Every turning point is a new scene. .

Qi Heng climbed over the handrail of the promenade and turned back from the path to the resting yard.The path is paved with bluestone slabs, and there are shrubs on both sides, most of which are perennial varieties.The first snow fell one after another, and gradually piled up on the surface of everything.

Above the green leaves is white snow, and above the earth is the blue sky.

Qi Heng held the umbrella in one hand, and put the other behind his back, with his head tilted slightly, as calm as a virgin.

The primrose-colored umbrella and the blue ground-reaching cloak stand in front of the green bamboos, the vast expanse of snow, and the gentle night breeze, making this beautiful scene.

"Clap!"

I don't know how long it took, the sound of snow falling to the ground suddenly came from the bamboo bushes, presumably some bamboo seedling couldn't bear the pressure of the snow and broke suddenly.

Hearing the sound, his brows loosened a little, his eyes became softer, and he sighed:

"Bai Juyi once said in the previous dynasty, knowing the heavy snow at night, hearing the sound of falling bamboos, and seeing the scenery with his own eyes, it is really a bit of a sentimental..."

Qi Heng has been lusting after him for a long time, guessing that he will be back soon, so he considered it a good time to go back to the dormitory.Otherwise, this kid will feel distressed again, saying that the cold weather will catch the wind and chill, and saying that putting his hands outside will cause frostbite, chattering endlessly.

He put the umbrella outside the door, pushed open the door, and the heat from the charcoal fire rushed to his face.He took off the cloak and shook it vigorously at the door to shake off the ice that had accumulated on it.

There was a sound in the room, maybe it was because he had prepared some water for his feet.The kid was quick and came back ahead of time, maybe it was easy for his mother to explain, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"No, why don't you light the lamp?"

He hung the cloak on a hanger, smoothing out the folds.

"My mother always believed me. I said she wouldn't send someone to inspect it when I fell asleep. Go and light the lamp and wait—"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was suddenly covered by a hand, and at the same time, a cold object was placed on his neck, and a strong icy breath came from behind him, making the hairs on his back stand up.

There are assassins!

"Well!"

Qi Heng struggled subconsciously, grabbing the hands with protruding veins on his mouth, but the man was a little tighter, tightly imprisoned.

"Don't move! Otherwise, your blood will be splashed on the spot!"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, like a beast in the depths of the mountain forest. It hadn't roared yet, but a cloud of cold and heavy miasma had covered the heart, oppressing it tightly, as if it wanted to crush the heart. .

His mouth and nose were blocked, the air in his chest was lost bit by bit, coupled with the sudden boundless fear, after a while, he was about to suffocate.

Helpless, he had no choice but to nod with the last bit of strength before letting go of him.

"what--"

Qi Heng knelt down at once, breathing with his mouth wide open, the pain in his throat was like a needle prick, which made him cough several times, and breathed desperately between coughs, like a fish thrown ashore.

After a while, he finally recovered from the brink of suffocation, hurriedly got up and backed away, touched the book hidden in his sleeve, and planned to roll the book into a stick and fight this man hard.Take advantage of the chaos to attract the attention of the servants.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the corner of the book, a knife stopped in front of his eyes. The blade was sharp and bloodthirsty.

Although Qi Heng is a scholar and doesn't know martial arts, but such a long sword is more than enough to cut him in half.

With a flick of the hand, the book fell to the ground, making a "click" sound on the floor heated by the charcoal fire, breaking the silence of the night, like a summer night thunderstorm.

"I told you not to move."

The man slowly raised his right arm, and the gleaming knife tip moved from Qi Heng's chin to his forehead, only an inch away from the jade-white texture.It was pitch black inside the house, and only by the moonlight outside the window and the faint light reflected by the white snow, could the outline of the object be seen clearly.

Qi Heng's legs trembled, suppressing his fear and uneasiness, he asked tremblingly, "What do you want?"

That person exuded a murderous aura like a hell Shura, as if he was three feet close to him, and not a single blade of grass could grow.

He stared at Qi Heng as if he was watching his prey in the dark night, the hand holding the knife had already accumulated strength, and said: "If you move, you will die!"

In an instant, murderous intent swept over.The hand was raised, the knife fell, and the air was torn apart by the blade, making a sharp cry.

The author has something to say: I shed tears for Qi Heng every day, write an article to feel distressed