Linque

Silence filled the room again.

As dusk gradually falls, the north wind is stronger, and the white plums on the other side of the waterside pavilion are swept up by the cold wind, skimming half a foot of the lake, and entangled silently with the fine snow under the bright lights.

There was silence inside and outside the window.

After a long time, Chu Heng suddenly bent his lips silently, raised his head to look at Yan Mao, and said calmly: "I used to think that this sentence was about the sword of Feihua stepping on Xuecheng, but today, according to the meaning of Xiangye, this The inscription in the pen was originally written by my mother."

Yan Mao narrowed his eyes slightly, he stared at Chu Heng's face, this young man's expression was impeccable from the beginning to the end, from the anger and bewilderment of being forcibly "invited" to the flower hall at the very beginning; The impatience and resistance revealed when talking to myself later.

It wasn't until he saw Da Yin Lv that he was really moved, but there was surprise on his face, but he didn't show any panic, as if this piece of paper with the national law just let him know why he was "invited" The reason for being here.So after putting down the piece of paper, his expression and words returned to the previous impatience and resistance.

Yan Mao observed very carefully. When Chu Heng mentioned his mother just now, although there was still a slight smile on the corner of his lips, there was a bit of bitterness in his words—the long silence before he spoke did not seem to be a result of guilt. I deliberately avoided it, but the past was so difficult that I don't want to mention it.

Now he is sitting in an armchair a few steps away from Yan Mao, with his eyes downcast, his long eyelashes fluttering down, covering the emotions in his eyes, his whole body is shrouded in a faint sense of melancholy, and it's not fake.

From stepping into this flower hall until now, every expression and every word of his is so logical, so natural that it makes Yan Mao feel rare hesitation in his heart, and he can't tell whether it is his own judgment that has gone wrong, or the face of the person in front of him. He is too proficient in responding to temptations, and his expressions and words are half-true and half-false, so that no one can tell the difference.

And Chu Heng didn't give him time to think and distinguish.

He raised his head, picked up the large piece of rhythm on the table next to him, and said calmly, "Master Xiang reminded me today, and I will tell him when my elder brother arrives. But this time he I came to the imperial capital just to stay in Luyuan for a few days to recuperate my meridians, and I didn't intend to enter the city, so there is no need to ask for an order."

Chu Heng paused for a moment, looked into Yan Mao's eyes, and said calmly, "Ling Qi, the leader of the Son of Heaven's Shadow Guard, also knows about this."

Yan Mao's eyebrows moved slightly, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.But even though he was surprised, he didn't seem to care much about what the shadow guard knew. Instead, he paid more attention to the previous sentence in Chu Heng's words, and asked repeatedly: "Dongjun came to the imperial capital?"

——The tone of his words was very strange, not surprised, but as if he was confirming with Chu Heng.

Chu Heng nodded in agreement, and then asked back: "Don't you know about Yan Xiangsu? I heard that the Nanya General of the Five Cities Military Division and Yan Xiangsu came to befriend Yan Xiangsu. Open the Nanxi City Gate."

He raised the piece of paper in his hand that said the law of the country, and said in a very natural tone: "I thought that Yan Xiang had heard the rumors, so he asked me to remind him first, so as to pass it on to Dong Jun, so that he would not be idle in case Going for a stroll in the imperial capital without anything to do, Nan Ya may be made a big fuss by the people, and it will be difficult to explain at that time."

Chu Heng's words had no deep meaning, the smell of gunpowder was very strong, and it was obvious that he was angry after sitting for a long time.

Yan Mao glanced at him, but didn't respond.After confirming the words "Dong Jun came to the imperial capital", Yan Mao seemed to have achieved his goal, and no longer cared about whether Chu Heng's other words were true or false, and whether they were offensive.

Silence fell on the water pavilion for the third time.

This time it didn't last long, the door of the flower hall was suddenly knocked lightly twice, and Yan Cang's voice sounded outside the door at the right time: "Master Xiang, someone came from Lishan dew garden, saying that it's getting late, it's inconvenient Excuse me, send someone to pick up Chu Heng."

Yan Mao gave a faint "hmm", his eyes fell on the notebook placed in the middle of the coffee table, he stretched out two fingers to touch the spine of the book, and gently pushed the book to the side close to Chu Heng, "Return the book to you." Then Simply raising his hand neatly indicated that Chu Heng could leave.

Chu Heng nodded slightly, without any hesitation, took the book and got up to leave.

Yan Mao sat still, only watching Chu Heng's figure walking out.

It was dusk outside the water pavilion, and the moment the door opened, the cold wind from all directions outside the hall squeezed into the room with fine snow.The white plum petals passed over Chu Heng's shoulder and were carried in by the wind. One piece was unbiased, and it happened to float onto the coffee table in front of Yan Mao.

Yan Mao's gaze was withdrawn from Chu Heng's back, and quietly fell on the remnant petals of the white plum, a little lost in thought for a moment.

No matter in the imperial capital of Zhongzhou, or thousands of miles away in the northern border, the four words "white plums and snow" always seem to get together.

Especially in the northern border of Flying Flowers and Snow City, when the first early winter white plums are fully bloomed, it will be the time when the snow will be covered with silver frost.

It was also at this time of year that the future queen Gu Huiyin met the established Dongjun Ji Wusu for the first and last time.

Xiaochongshan Weixue talked about it, and always only talked about swords and didn't ask people.

When Yan Mao was young, he traveled around to study, and once visited the northern border.

That year, Su Yi, an unnamed and unparalleled girl with a sword, came here for the first time. She set out from the foot of the heavy mountain, stepped on the ground full of broken jade, brushed flowers over the heroes, and swung the sword to cut hundreds of blades, one step at a time. Go to the top of the mountain.

In the vast white world, a plain-clothed girl holds a three-foot autumn frost, and draws out a sword amidst the white plums and falling snow. Flowers and swords are the same, swords and people are the same, outlining the purest touch of snow in the world.

The snow in the north, the wind in the south of the Yangtze River, the snow in the north and the fragrance in the south are the boundless scenery that can make countless heroes of Dayin Kyushu bow their knees and marvel.Gu Huiyin has been in this snow city for many years, seeing Wai Xue talking every year, and listening to poets praising the snow every year, but on that day, even she, the young lady in the north, felt sincerely that the heavy mountains and three thousand white snows It's not as shocking as the world.

The snow in their northern border lost to the sword-wielding fairy today.

Gu Huiyin clenched the sword in her hand, looked at the girl in white who was drifting away, and finally couldn't help breaking Xiao Chongshan's rules, and asked her hastily, "What's your name?"

As soon as the blunt and abrupt words came out, Gu Huiyin felt a little frustrated. She thought she would not get any response.But I didn't expect the girl to turn her head back. She didn't mind her slip of the tongue, instead she smiled slightly and said softly——

"Vue Xi."

The sound was sent to Gu Huiyin's ears by the wind in the distance, but she couldn't hear it clearly, but only vaguely heard the word "snow".

The girl with the name Snow made a shocking sword strike on Xiaochong Mountain, and thus described all Gu Huiyin's longing for kendo——

Where the sword goes, where the heart goes, and where people go.

Gu Huiyin painted with ink at the foot of Xiaozhong Mountain that day, and wrote a line on it, saying: "Flowers are like snow, swords are like snow, and people holding swords are like snow."

Later, the inscription on the painting was passed on for some reason, and the world said that Empress Chengde was writing about the sword of Feihua Treading Xuecheng, because it really fits the song of Treading Xuejian "Human and sword are one, and the heart is the sword." the essentials.

Later, the younger generations of the Gu family came to the palace to pay their respects, and they took these rumors as a joke to tell their aunt that Empress Chengde, who had married into Jiuchongque, was stunned for the first time when she heard that her inscription was misrepresented by the world. There was a moment of absence, as if recalling something.

Xiaochongshan has white plums falling in snow, walking on the snow city's silver frost pavement, and the northern border is surrounded by snow every year to talk about Taoism, but there is no second simple and extremely simple white, which can overwhelm the three thousand snowfalls, and it is amazing to the heart.

In the end, Gu Huiyin did not deny the misrepresentation. She glanced at the sword on Bai Yubinglan, looked at the juniors of the Gu family, and said every word very seriously: "Sword practitioners in the northern border, if you are in the future... It would be nice to be like 'snow'."

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When Yan Cang came back after seeing off the people in Luyuan, he saw that Yan Xiang was still sitting by the coffee table, twisting a residual white plum petal in his hand, looking out of the window in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Cang knelt beside him, and brought him a cup of tea with the pot.Yan Mao quickly came back to his senses, flicked the white plum off his hand, and turned his eyes to the armchair Chu Heng was sitting on just now.

Yan Cang glanced at his expression, and asked, "Master, the secret letter from the south said that Jing Xueli is definitely in the Nanxi Mission, and the Wucheng Bingma Division needs to start making arrangements. What is it? General Liu from Nanya came here just now, seeing that you have a visitor, he went back first."

"There is no need to prepare, and there is no need to use the mountains and rivers of Yongzhen." Yan Mao heard the words and looked away, raised the teacup in front of him, and said lightly: "Isn't this all arranged?"

Dongjun came to the imperial capital.

Yan Cang was surprised immediately: "Huh?"

Yan Mao didn't respond, and began to think secretly with lowered eyes.

He still felt that there was something wrong with Chu Heng. Even though Chu Heng was very young, and even though his expressions and words were very natural when facing temptations, anyone who had seen Ji Wusu with their own eyes would know that that beautiful and beautiful girl used to be What kind of amazing talent and beauty is unparalleled in the world.

But Tianjiao was reduced to Yeyou slave.

Li Shan buried her past so well that no one would have thought that the slave girl who came out of Ye You Court had only one face to see.

So even though Chu Xinxiu is out of the class, Chu Yan is also outstanding, but because the Chu family is originally the blood of dozens of generations of high-ranking marriages, everyone will only think of their father, and no one will pay attention to it. Their biological mother who was born in Ye Youting——

What's more, before Chu Xin and Chu Yan, there was another Chu Heng with extremely poor roots.

Yan Mao silently recited the three words "Ji Wuyue" in his heart, his eyes flickered slightly.

……

When Chu Heng came out of the water pavilion, he saw Qi Feng who came to pick him up.

Qi Feng gave him a look, Chu Heng frowned slightly, and his heart suddenly sank.

They came out of Yan Xiang's mansion, got into Lu Yuan's carriage, and when they left the long street, Qi Feng lowered his voice, and immediately told Chu Heng the news that Mu Xiyun had entered the border of Zhongzhou.

Chu Heng frowned and thought for a while, and finally said in a deep voice: "It can't be delayed, I have to go in person, at least I have to meet them before [-] miles from the capital. When I get closer, I will be under the jurisdiction of the Son of Heaven Shadow Guard , Ling Qi will definitely be prepared, I am not here, it will be very difficult for Shi Niang to lie to him that Dong Jun is going with him."

Qi Feng nodded, and asked again: "Why did Yan Mao find you all of a sudden?"

"I don't know the specific reason." Chu Heng shook his head and said, "He met my mother at the Xiaochongshan Weixue Talk when he was a student, so he had doubts about my identity."

Chu Heng took out the paper from his sleeve that said "Mahayana realm is not intended to enter the imperial capital", and said expressionlessly: "But he is not sure, after all, at this time four years ago, I just turned seventeen, except for a few A hundred years ago, the Taizu who entered the Mahayana at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and the young one is the Taiyuan Daozu of Yishan Academy. He is so sure that no one will believe him when he says it, but he is deceiving me. From Dayinlu to Ah Xin Ayan, who later mentioned my mother, has been testing my reaction."

The water in the imperial capital is too deep, and everyone is not a simple person.

Chu Heng stretched out his hand to caress the three volumes of story books beside him, closed his eyes, covered his downcast eyes, and said in a low voice to Qi Feng after a while: "Master, I have to go tonight, you can help me tomorrow Give the Hall of Martial Heroes a rest, just say... just say that the root cause of my childhood illness has recurred, and I need to recuperate for a while."

Qi Feng agreed, and said again: "However, we still have to find a reason, why did he suddenly get sick when he was fine?"

Chu Heng pondered for a moment, opened his eyes and said without changing his expression: "Yan Cang robbed people with a sack on the way, and he was frightened."

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①Yan Cang: When did I put you in a sack? ? ?

②Imperial servant Mo only lived a life of good food and drink in the morning, and he couldn't even eat food that night.

③Yan Mao and Huiyin are purely appreciative of Su Xi.

④The authority and status of some institutions such as the "Five Cities Bingmasi" that appear in the article are different from the real history. Textual research.