Sword cuts mountains and rivers

The candlelight was soft and warm, reflecting on the man's face, the man's brows and eyes were gentle, as usual, he asked him what other wishes he had.

Ye Wanqing hadn't recovered from that "husband", his heart was beating a little fast, he glanced at Xiaojunlan, met Xiaojunlan's gentle gaze, looked away as if it was hot, and began to answer questions seriously.

"I have a lot of wishes... Brother, but you want to help me realize it?"

Before Xiao Junlan could answer, Ye Wanqing started counting with her fingers, "I hope everyone around me is safe and healthy, such as my master, Elder Situ, senior brother, and Xiao Buyichen."

"I want to enter the Four Great Immortal Sects, and I want to enter the Sword Ancestor's Sect."

"Also, take the senior brother back to see the master, and hope the master can accept that I like you."

Ye Wanqing reckoned that she would have to be beaten. His master was not unreasonable at all. He had been waiting for him to get married and have children. If the marriage was possible, the rest would be impossible.

He was still thinking wildly, Xiao Junlan pinched his fingertips, "These wishes are all about other people... What about Xiao Wan himself?"

"I'm fine now," Ye Wanqing said vaguely, "I don't know what else I want for a while."

He is quite content, although life is dull now, but he likes to practice swords, not to mention that with Xiao Junlan around, he doesn't feel boring at all.

"You asked me what I did. It's your birthday in two days, not mine."

Ye Wanqing pushed Xiaojunlan, he still didn't know what birthday gift to give Xiaojunlan.

"Brother, what do you want?"

Calculated according to the years of cultivating immortals, Xiao Junlan is twenty-five years old this year. With the improvement of cultivation base, the life span of monks is also increasing.

Xiao Junlan shook her head, and quickly said, "I don't want anything, I think... Xiao Wan, don't forget me."

What kind of strange request is this?Now that Ye Wanqing's fever has almost subsided, he plans to go to Wan Huan to inquire about it. Xiaojunlan doesn't lack anything, and it is even more troublesome for him to send things.

"Your birthday is two days old, will there be a banquet in the mansion?"

Ye Wanqing didn't really want to go, he wanted Xiao Junlan to accompany him alone, but naturally it was impossible.

Xiaojun hummed, with a gentle voice, "Xiao Wan wants to go there?"

He shook his head, and felt that it was not good for him not to go. How could he and Xiao Junlan be on good terms now, so they should be regarded as Taoist couples?

Before he could figure it out, Xiao Junlan touched his hair and said to him, "Xiao Wan doesn't need to go there, wait for me in the yard then, I will be back soon."

Ye Wanqing said, he was so happy that he didn't have to go to the banquet, but for some reason he felt a little lost, he quickly put his thoughts behind him, and planned to ask Wan Huan for news.

Xiao Junlan went out in the afternoon, and he stayed by Ye Wanqing's side for two days. The sound transmission talisman from Xiaohanyu flew over countless times.

Ye Wanqing tidied up by himself. He looked at his face in the mirror, and found that his face was still a little pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

He felt a little cold when he went out, so he put on a feather skirt and went out. The feather skirt belonged to Xiao Junlan, and the servant told him that during the two days when he was sick, Wan Huan came to him several times.

But Xiaojunlan refused to let anyone see her, so Wan Huan went back.

Ye Wanqing was led by the servant to Wan Huan's yard, it was snowy in Jingzhou, it had been raining all night the day before, and the Zhulou Pavilion was covered with fallen silver.

He went to Wan Huan's yard to call for someone, and after a while, he heard movement. Seeing his obvious surprise, Wan Huan pulled him into the yard.

"Sister-in-law, I went to look for you yesterday, but my third brother wouldn't let me see... I heard that you are sick, are you okay?"

Ye Wanqing: "It's okay, Wan Huan is going out today?"

He could see that Wan Huan had already dressed up, and Wan Huan looked a little shy, "Yes, I made an appointment with the princess to see the snow today, would my sister-in-law come with us?"

Ye Wanqing immediately shook her head. They were all girls, so he still didn't want to participate. He said, "I came to Wan Huan to inquire about her. Your third brother's birthday will be in two days..."

Hearing this, Wan Huan was a little surprised, and asked, "Sister-in-law hasn't prepared a birthday gift for Third Brother yet?"

Indeed not, Ye Wanqing was sometimes nervous, mainly because he didn't know what to give Xiaojunlan.

"Your third brother doesn't seem to lack anything. I don't know what to give him."

"As long as it is given by you, the third brother probably likes it."

Wan Huan thought for a while and said, "I don't know much about the third brother. I was too young when he came to the mansion. Maybe my sister-in-law can ask the fourth brother or the second brother? Especially the fourth brother. He and the third brother are the same We grew up together, we have the best relationship, sister-in-law can ask fourth brother."

"Sister-in-law, don't you really want to go out with me... We can go to see the snow together. I heard that there is a lot of snow in Jingzhou this year, and in two days there will be a heavy snow that is hard to see in a century."

Ye Wanqing smiled and shook her head, and took out two candy figurines from her arms, wondering if Wan Huan would like them.Xiao Junlan bought them for him, he thought Wan Huan would like them, so he took two of them before leaving.

The little sugar figurine is wearing a fairy dress with flowers and branches. It is said that it is made according to the twelve months, turning the months into different types of beauties.

Wan Huan's eyes lit up when she saw it, she hugged Ye Wanqing and kissed her twice, and went out happily.

Ye Wanqing went out from Wan Huan's courtyard, and within a short time, she ran into a young man who was serving sake. The young man was ordered to come, and said that the Fourth Young Master called him over.

He happened to be looking for Feng Qingjiu too, so he followed the boy, thinking whether to send a voice transmission to Xiao Junlan, but finally gave up.After all, what he wanted to inquire about was about Xiaojunlan's preferences, and it would be meaningless if Xiaojunlan knew about it.

The courtyard where the wine was served was called Shanshuyuan, and he recognized at a glance that it was written by Xiaojunlan, and he thought that the plaque should be hand-carried by Xiaojunlan himself.

The person is not in the main hall, but by the promenade. The young man is sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a silver feather cloak.

The two seem to be two extremes, Feng Qingjiu has a simple and elegant appearance, while Ye Wanqing has a bright and fierce appearance.Feng Qingjiu in white clothes looks like ice flowers in the snow, Ye Wanqing in red clothes looks like an endless flame at the end of summer sunset clouds.

Soon Ye Wanqing realized something, the feather cloak on his body belonged to Xiao Junlan, it was the same pattern and style as the one worn by Feng Qingjiu except for the color.

Looks like a couple.

Ye Wanqing thought she knew earlier and asked Wan Huan if each of the brothers had this feather cloak.The boy in front of him noticed him and called out "brother" softly.

So he stepped onto the corridor. There was a charcoal fire in the corridor, which was not cold, and there were cushions and coffee tables on one side.Feng Qingjiu ordered someone to serve tea, with regret in his eyes, "I haven't said hello to my brother a few days ago, I'm not in good health, I hope my brother will forgive me."

Ye Wanqing didn't take this trivial matter to heart, and said "it's all right", he was watching the servant serve tea, the tea was in the shape of plum blossoms, but the color was green and it smelled fragrant.

Even if he doesn't know much about tea, he still knows that the tea is of extremely high quality. Noticing his gaze, Feng Qingjiu said in a soft voice, "This tea is called Meiluojian, and it blooms on Biluo Mountain. Pick them every year when the sting comes."

"If brother likes it, I'll order someone to send some of it. These teas are all picked by my third brother. I still have quite a few."

Ye Wanqing took a sip, he didn't understand this, it tasted no different from ordinary tea, for some reason, the tone of serving sake was a bit awkward.

It didn't seem like he was chatting with him, it reminded him of those wives and concubines who were jealous in the master's backyard in those scripts that Xiao Buyi often read.

"No, I don't drink tea on weekdays." Ye Wanqing put down the tea.

Feng Qingjiu smiled, and raised another question: "I heard that my brother came from Wan Huan's yard, do you have something to ask Wan Huan?"

Ye Wanqing didn't expect the other party to guess so easily, he nodded, "I really want to ask the Fourth Young Master about something."

"Tell me, brother, I hope I can help."

The person serving the wine was sitting beside the charcoal fire, his face was a little red from being roasted, as soon as he moved, Ye Wanqing saw a prosthetic limb exposed.Prosthetic limbs look similar to human limbs, but there are still differences in the end.

Ye Wanqing remembered what Xiao Junlan had told him, that the young man had been weak since he was a child, and he became disabled because he saved Xiaojunlan.

He couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, and when he realized that serving sake was going to fill up the snacks on the tea table, he helped pass it over.

"There are people here, brother, can you push me outside to catch my breath?"

Ye Wanqing didn't know if he could push people over. He glanced at the servant, but the servant didn't stop him. Feng Qingjiu said with a smile, "Brother, don't worry, I'm not a piece of porcelain that will break if you touch it, but it's not a big problem if you blow it with the wind."

He then pushed Feng Qingjiu out, the wheelchair was very light, Feng Qingjiu asked him, "What do you want to ask, brother?"

"I...I don't know what birthday present I should give my third brother."

Feng Qingjiu: "Big Brother didn't ask Third Brother?"

The wheelchair was crushed in the snow and left traces. Ye Wanqing asked about it, and he replied, "He doesn't want to say anything. If he wants me, don't forget him."

He didn't notice that Feng Qingjiu was clenching the wheelchair's fingertips, Feng Qingjiu's voice was slightly soft, "Brother doesn't know about the past of third brother."

"I think the third brother won't tell the elder brother."

Ye Wanqing really didn't know, Xiao Junlan never told him.Instead of asking directly, he asked, "Any good suggestions for sake?"

"Third Brother's parents died on the battlefield. When he was young, his mother left him a string of Crimson Moon Jade Pendant. It was made of phoenix blood. It was very rare... Then the jade pendant was lost, and Third Brother was sad for a long time."

Phoenix blood?That's really rare.

Feng Qingjiu said with a smile: "There is Wutong Mountain in Jingzhou, and there is a thousand-year-old fire phoenix on it that merges with the mountain range, and a drop of its blood can be used to make the Crimson Moon Jade Pendant, but brother must also know...there is called a forbidden place, On weekdays, monks are afraid to enter."

"Besides, there has been heavy snowfall in Jingzhou in the past two days, and many people freeze to death on the mountain every year."

After Ye Wanqing finished listening, he pushed the Qingjiu around the courtyard, and then sent the person back to the hall.He didn't enter the palace, he was afraid that he would see something about Xiao Junlan again, and he would make himself uncomfortable when the time came.

When he returned to the yard, it was almost evening, and it was getting dark. Xiao Junlan came back early that night. He saw Xiaojunlan holding a needle and thread in his hand, as if he was sewing.

It's cold outside, the candlelight is warm and bright, the man's eyebrows are gentle, his clothes are sewn, he doesn't pay attention to his sword practice on weekdays, his clothes will always be torn, and he seldom cares about them.

He stood outside the door and remained silent for a while.

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