It was cold back then

The Northland in winter lives up to its reputation of being cold, with continuous heavy snowfall and a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.

While the snowflakes are floating, the green hills everywhere have turned into silvery white, and only one canyon is still dotted with bright new green, which is a pleasant scenery.

"What is this place?"

Qisang stood above the canyon and looked around, holding a piece of hot pastry.

"Valley of the Virgin."

Hearing the name, Qi Sang turned her head and said, "Is this the place where the former saintesses of Beidi lived?"

In the snowstorm, Meng Qing's red dress became more and more conspicuous. She walked to Qisang, looked at the scenery in the valley and said, "That's right, my mother grew up here."

Qi Sang wiped out the cakes in her hands in a few mouthfuls, and said rather strangely: "This place is really beautiful, with such a heavy snow in the Northland, why is it still full of spring here?"

Meng Qing said: "In the past, the status of the saint was noble, so there were special people to take care of it all the year round. Even though I have established Xueyu now, most of the rules in the door have been preserved." She smiled, "My mother saved me. After the father, the two spent a long time here together."

Qi Sang understood: "So they have a relationship here, so this Valley of the Holy Maiden is still a very commemorative place."

"That's right," Meng Qing said, "I'll bring you here too, right?"

Qi Sang's heart warmed up, and she threw herself into her arms: "You are so kind."

Meng Qing smiled and hugged her by the waist: "Then sister will take you down to have a look?"

Qisang looked around and asked, "Jump from here?"

"Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid...but why do you always like jumping off cliffs?" This person really does not take the usual way!

Meng Qing raised her eyebrows and said, "Isn't lightness kung fu learned just to take a shortcut? Why walk when you can jump off a cliff?"

Qi Sang was choked by her, and said, "You pretend I didn't say anything."

After speaking, Meng Qing hugged her and jumped down from the edge of the canyon.

Entering the valley, the wind and snow seemed to be hovering above, but the whole body was not so cold, there were many disciples coming and going, and they all bowed and saluted when they saw the two.

Qi Sang felt it was fresh, so she looked around as soon as she landed, there are many trees planted in this place, and there are many medicinal herbs, there are some houses standing faintly in the forest, it looks very elegant.

The two walked hand in hand and walked around the forest path to a bamboo forest.

The green bamboos were like a sea, with swaying branches and leaves. It didn't take long to see a small open space outside the forest not far away, and in the center of that open space stood a tomb.

Seeing this scene, Qi Sang tilted her head and asked, "This place is somewhat similar to the bamboo forest in Seven Star Pavilion."

Meng Qing gave a "hmm" and pulled her forward: "My parents and the Meng family have a special liking for green bamboo."

Qi Sang said: "That's why uncle and aunt gave you the name Xizhu?"

"Exactly," Meng Qing said, "When I was young, my parents often took me to live in Qixing Pavilion. At that time, the four elders drank tea and talked. They once said that they would be buried in a bamboo forest in a hundred years. Meng Ruyun and I will I remember this matter, so after the incident, Meng Ruyun erected the graves of the Meng couple in the bamboo forest of Seven Star Pavilion, and my parents..."

She paused at this point, and smiled at Qisang: "Meng Ruyun is better than me. She has Pei Zhiling to help collect the bones of the Meng family. I was living outside at that time, and my own life was in danger. My parents were thrown into a mass grave, and after I met Master, I begged his old man to help me find them, and then I set foot in the Northland, gradually gaining a foundation, and finally found an opportunity to settle the two of them here."

The wind blows, and the bamboo leaves are flying in the air, making a rustling sound.

Qisang held her hand tightly, strode towards the tomb, and said, "It's the first time I've met the two elders, my hands are empty, and I didn't wash them properly before going out, you should have told me earlier, How rude."

The two stood still in front of the double tomb, Meng Qing smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, my parents are kind and close people, they will like you."

Perhaps considering the snowy weather, an oiled paper umbrella was placed on the incense and tributes in front of the tomb, and the incense candles were all burning, which shows that there are disciples taking care of them at all times.

Qisang took three sticks of incense under the umbrella, lit another white candle, then bent her knees on the ground and kowtowed three times.

She looked at the tombstone with a pious expression, and said: "Uncle and aunt, hello...my name is Qisang! It's the first time I came to see you, and I didn't prepare any greetings, which made you laugh, but don't worry, I will definitely come to see you often in the future." You!" She said these words, as if she had really seen the deity, "I...I..."

Seeing her stumbling, Meng Qing also knelt beside her and said with a smile, "Why are you nervous?"

Qi Sang sighed, and said: "It's the first time for an ugly daughter-in-law to see her in-laws. How can I not be nervous?"

"Are you an ugly wife? Let me see," Meng Qing pinched her chin and took a look, "Isn't this pretty?"

Qi Sang patted her hand away: "Don't make trouble!" She scratched her head and continued sheepishly, "I... like your daughter very much and want to be with her, but I don't know if you agree with this door. dear..."

Meng Qing immediately said: "They agree."

Qi Sang glanced at her, but laughed again: "There's nothing you can do if you don't agree, if they don't agree, I'll elope with you!"

The affection in her eyes is very obvious, and Meng Qing's heart is soft when she sees it: "Now that the elders have seen it, you can't go back on your word."

Qi Sang looked back at her and said firmly, "I will never go back on my word."

Meng Qing smiled softly, turned her head and kissed her.

·

After worshiping here, the two of them walked around the valley again. The winter sky was getting dark quickly, and soon it was night. After wandering around for a whole day, Qisang was somewhat tired, so she took a rest after dinner, and then A maid prepared hot water, and the two went back to their rooms to take a bath.

It was snowing outside at night, charcoal fire was burning in the room, and the temperature of the bathing water was just right. Qisang felt relaxed all over her body and mind. After soaking in the bathtub for a long time, she came out trembling and put on her clothes when the water became cold. .

The maid was very considerate, she put Mrs. Tang in the quilt early in the morning, the whole bed was warm and not cold at all, Qisang lay in the quilt for a while, remembering that she still had something to do, she put on her robe and got off the bed.

She asked the maid for pens and ink, then sat in front of the desk, and took out a pamphlet and two medical books from her small satchel.

Since Gongling's death, she has put more effort into studying medical skills. She has not missed her homework at all. Every time she reads a book, she is very serious and fascinated. At this moment, the room is still lingering with the mist from the hot water. She was lying in front of the desk, but she seemed a bit diligent.

Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear, "You still read at such a late hour?"

Qi Sang was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw Meng Qing standing behind her, looking at her with a playful smile.

"When did you come in?!"

As if she thought it was funny how she was frightened, Meng Qing laughed out loud, "When you were writing."

Qi Sang was angry: "Sneak into the girl's boudoir at night, don't be ashamed!"

"What's there to be ashamed of?" Meng Qing sat down beside her, looked at the brochure on the case, "I just saw that you wrote seriously, what is it?"

Qisang was quiet for a while, then Zhuang Ruo unintentionally stuffed the booklet into the small satchel: "It's nothing."

After getting along with her these days, Meng Qing has long been familiar with her little expressions, and snatched the booklet with her hands when she saw it, saying: "It's a secret, maybe you wrote bad things about me behind my back?"

Qi Sang was startled: "No!"

"Then why are you panicking?" Meng Qing looked at her leisurely and said again, "It must be something shameful."

Qi Sang put her hips on her hips and complained: "Stop talking nonsense! It's rude to grab things without my consent!"

Meng Qing laughed when she heard it: "Since it is a robbery, then there is no statement with my consent."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Qi Sang said angrily, "Hurry up and pay me back!"

Unexpectedly, Meng Qing actually returned it to her, and said with a smile, "It's just a booklet, so precious."

Qi Sang put away the booklet and muttered, "It's just a baby, I won't show it to you."

Meng Qing sighed softly and said, "Unfortunately, I've seen it a long time ago, no matter how precious you are, it's useless."

Qi Sang was stunned, and reached out to pinch her neck: "You bad woman!"

Meng Qing let her make trouble, and said gently: "Anyway, I have seen it, and now is an opportunity. Let me talk to you, how about it?"

Qi Sang glared at her, although she was unwilling, she still took out the booklet and handed it to her.

With a smile in Meng Qing's eyes, she took it over and took a look. There was not a single word in the booklet, but there were quite a few paintings, and each page contained a portrait.

She looked at it seriously for a while, and finally said with a smile: "I still think it's some kind of treasure, so it's your painting."

Hearing this, Qi Sang paused for a moment, then came back to her senses, and said with a displeased face: "You lied to me!"

"If you don't lie, why are you willing to show it to me?" Meng Qing spoke uprightly, and then asked, "Who are these people in this painting? Well...it's too ugly."

Hearing her say ugly, Qisang's displeasure dissipated in an instant, and she said dejectedly, "Is it really that ugly? I showed it to Wei Li and Zongli's disciples. They said it was okay, but they really meant it." Isn't it just ugly? I was not convinced at first, but now I hear you say the same thing, it seems really ugly."

Meng Qing looked very interested: "So who is this painting?"

Qi Sang became interested: "It's you!"

Meng Qing: "..."

Meng Qing: "Don't say I taught you how to paint..."

·

The night was cold, and the previous heat had dissipated long ago. After sitting for a long time, Qisang began to feel cold again. She subconsciously moved into Meng Qing's arms, and said, "I really can't do anything. I didn't paint a picture. Look, you are busier than before when you became suzerain, and you don't have many opportunities to teach me, how about you give me some advice while we are free?"

She still had the scent of saponins on her body, which was refreshing. Meng Qing held her in his arms and sniffed for a moment in her freshly washed hair: "Now?"

Qi Sang nodded, pointed to the portrait on the brochure and said, "It can be seen as a person to some extent, which can be regarded as my progress. You can tell me more about skills and so on."

Meng Qing looked down at her and folded her arms a little: "Then what reward do I have?"

Qi Sang rolled her eyes and said, "Another reward! You ask me for a reward all day long!"

"Is there any cheap thing in this world to get something for nothing? I won't teach you without rewards."

"Then what reward do you want this time?"

"What I want, and what you offered, which one do you think I like?"

Qi Sang thought for a while, then skillfully hugged her neck, and kissed her twice: "Is that so?"

Meng Qing just looked at her.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Qisang lowered her head again, kissed and rubbed against the red lips for a while, and finally raised her head and said, "How about this?"

Meng Qing remained silent.

Qi Sang was at a loss: "What exactly do you want?"

Reflecting the candlelight in the house, her complexion is fair, her eyes are clear, her black hair is still fresh, and her body is filled with fragrance. She is only wearing a thin layer of underwear under her outer robe. The skin is smooth and clean, and people can't help but think of the warm and soft touch if the fingers slide over it.

Meng Qing's eyes darkened slightly, and the hand on her waist slowly stroked her back, and said slowly: "Think again."

There was a faint warmth in her fingertips, and every time she stroked her fingertips, there was a slight itchiness.

Qisang stared at her blankly, as if she was thinking, but when she became serious, she would be disturbed by the itchy sensation on her back. With a restless hand, he said, "Can you stop touching it? It makes me uneasy."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Qing pulled her into his arms, and put his hands into his clothes.

"Why are you restless?"

It was okay through the material, but at this moment her hands were tightly attached to the skin, and Qisang realized that her fingers were actually a little cold, and she couldn't help but tremble from the ice, and her voice was a little weaker: "You...your hands are so cold. .”

Meng Qing kept her eyes on her, and smiled when she heard the words: "Then do you mind warming me up?"

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became ambiguous, Qi Sang's body was a little stiff, but she still said obediently: "No, I don't mind."

Sensing her reaction, Meng Qing raised his head and kissed her, then lowered her a little and hugged her in his arms, and moved his empty right hand to her back, moving slowly.

"Don't be nervous," Meng Qing said gently as she stroked her gently, "My sister loves you."

The distance is so close, the familiar fragrance filled the breath again, the two embraced and kissed each other, feeling each other's softness and warmth, Qisang's head became dizzy for a while, the touch that made her feel restless just now, But at this moment, it was like magic, gradually relaxing her tense body, everything became very comfortable and fascinating.

After a while, the two hands hidden under the cloth became warm.

Most people who practice martial arts have a layer of calluses on their palms, and Meng Qing is no exception, but she usually pays more attention to this, so there is only a slightly thin layer on the palm, and the dry and warm hand has the texture of a thin callus. Inexplicably, Qisang felt at ease.

It seemed that there was no cold wind penetrating in the room, only the red tides on Qisang's face.

In a haze, a hand moved to the back of the waist, and then quickly moved to the front. After an unknown amount of time, the hand touched the chest again very slowly.

Qisang was panted by her.

"Is this good?" Meng Qing whispered in her ear, "Sang'er?"

Qisang's eyes were foggy, her cheeks were already flushed, she didn't dare to look up at her, so she could only bury herself in her arms, listening to her steady and powerful heartbeat.

Since time travelling, Qisang has always slept alone in a room no matter in Qixing Pavilion, Duguanguan, or the current Beidi. She and Meng Qing are tired of being together during the day, but at night they will consciously go back to their respective places. Even if Meng Qing coaxed her to sleep, she would not stay with her easily. It can be said that she was very polite and never exceeded the rules.

Although when she first met Meng Qing, Meng Qing was very presumptuous towards her, and his behavior could even be said to be frivolous, but after going through so many twists and turns, since the two really got together, Meng Qing has strictly abided by his duty and never At the very beginning, he would belittle her actions at every turn.

But tonight, she obviously has no intention of leaving.

Every kiss and hug in the past is obviously different from the present one. Qisang is not stupid, of course she can feel what Meng Qing wants to do, but she is so unfamiliar and a little confused, it is inevitable to feel at a loss for a while.

As if knowing her thoughts, Meng Qingfu kissed her again. Her movements were so delicate and gentle, which perfectly calmed Qisang's turbulent heart.

"Go to bed?"

Qi Sang blushed so much that she was about to bleed, but still didn't have the nerve to answer, she just nodded her head twice.

While kissing her, Meng Qing picked her up by the waist and put her on the couch.

The cloud quilt was still warm, and the two lay down facing each other, their hair intertwined, clinging to each other intimately, immersed in each other's scent.

I don't know how it started, and when the clothes came off, Qisang was unconscious, her mind was buzzing, and Meng Qing's lips lingered on every inch of her skin. While she was happy, there was also pain that could not be ignored. .

"pain……"

"Just bear it and it won't hurt anymore, dear."

The wind and snow are howling outside the window, but the hot tide is rising inside the house. The candle on the desk is extinguished suddenly, and the lantern under the left alone porch emits dim light. A figure, and a hand wrinkling the corner of the quilt.

Qisang clenched her lips and teeth in the intertwined waves of advancing and retreating, she panted silently, holding all her feelings in her throat.

Gradually, the sense of discomfort subsided, followed by an unprecedented sense of strangeness.

She raised her neck and couldn't help sobbing very softly.

Meng Qing recognized her eyebrows in the dark, she leaned over, and gently bit her earlobe.

"Does it still hurt?"

Qi Sang was speechless.

Meng Qing kissed her delicately, her movements gradually changing with the passage of time. Because there was a burning charcoal fire in the house, the maid left a half-closed window to breathe in. It was a snowy night without a moon, and the surroundings were drowsy. The lanterns saw the heavy snow falling outside.

Qisang's vision was blurred, and she saw the shadow of the snowflake in the distance. At this moment, a thought that she had never thought of before suddenly occurred to her.

From now on, she will depend on this person for life.

"elder sister……"

"Sonny?"

"Hold me tighter..."

-

It snowed all night.