[Sword Three] A fool's dream

Looking for floating life all the way to slush flying

In the middle of winter, it snowed in Qiandao Lake.

The fine snow fell on the ground one after another, moistening the ground in an instant, and then accumulated a thin layer.The entire Changge Gate was shrouded in hazy white.

In the heart washing hall, Yang Yin'an held the letterhead and asked solemnly:

"sure?"

"Yes," the disciple on the opposite side nodded vigorously, "Since then three years ago you ordered to send Miss Pei's life experience, and the disciple has tracked down that old gentleman for three years. Miss Pei's background is innocent, but her master... He was the leader of the killers under Princess Taiping 15 years ago."

Yang Yin'an looked at Mr. Song, who was clearly looking unkind, and Li Bai, who was stroking his beard and wondering what he was thinking, and waved to his disciples: "You go back first."

"Yes."

After the disciple left, Yang Yin'an asked the two old gentlemen, "What do you think?"

Mr. Song's face was red, his crutches tapped on the ground, and his tone was not kind: "The old man has nothing to say, let's take down the little girl first."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Song," Li Bai put down his hands and turned around, "Although An Ruofei has a big grudge against me, Changge, the child should have just been born that year, so I can't blame her."

"Father's debt should be paid by the son, teacher's debt should be paid by the son, it's only right and proper," said Mr. Song with an angry face, rattling his cane, "I know that Miss Pei is a good boy, but that still can't clear up her master's sins! Besides, since He doesn't have a ghost in his heart, why did he only let his apprentice come when Madam invited him back then, but he didn't come?"

Seeing the stalemate between the two highly respected seniors, Yang Yin'an let out a long breath and said, "You two don't want to fight anymore. In any case, let's take down Miss Pei first."

Not far away, the disciple who had just reported in front of Yang Yin'an got up from his hiding place and slipped out of the courtyard.

A man with a hood and a black cloak quietly appeared behind him.

"Is it done?"

"Yes." The disciple knelt down on one knee, "Don't worry."

"Well, it's hard work, you go back first, remember to be careful."

"Yes." The disciple took the order and went, his movements were strange and nimble, which was obviously not Changgemen's light work.

The man in black was playing with a broken jade pendant in his hand, and murmured, "This time...do you dare to show up?"

In the pavilion of Huairenzhai, Pei Yu is painting.Qiandao Lake, which is snowed in winter, has an extraordinary and refined beauty.The fine snow covered the entire Qiandao Lake with a light veil, and it fell leisurely, so light, as if it would be melted by the little heat.The disciples coming and going wore umbrellas, and their white clothes were hidden under the umbrellas, melting into the snow.

Yang Qingyue gathered her fur coat tightly, held up her umbrella and went out, wearing a thick robe under her arms.He walked into the pavilion, put the robe on Pei Yu's shoulders, and sat beside her.

"Thank you." Pei Yu put down the paintbrush in his hand, and pulled the cloak on his shoulders, "You go back, don't stay outside in the cold with me."

"It's okay," the young man stroked the snow falling from the umbrella, "it's not cold." After saying that, he handed her the hand stove.

Pei Yu couldn't say anything more, so she put down her pen, put her hand on the stove to warm it up, and stuffed the stove and her own hands into Yang Qingyue's palms together: "Then let's cover it together."

She felt the young man's hand stiffen, and then squeezed her hand tightly.

For three years, a special relationship continued between the two.In Pei Yu's own words, it is an emotion between family affection, friendship and love.I don't know the specifics, and I don't understand it, but maybe everyone thinks this state is very good, so no one will say anything.

Pei Yu faintly felt that after her brother and master, she seemed to have found the third person she cared about in this world.

At that time, there was a "creaking" sound from someone stepping on the snow on the path outside the courtyard. The speed was fast, but the pace was not very steady.

Yang Yifei didn't even wear an outer robe, and ran into the courtyard with flushed cheeks, shouting, "Brother, Sister Yu, father is here."

"Come on now," Pei Yu walked over to straighten Yang Yifei's body, untied his robe and wrapped it around him, "You don't even have to dress properly, what do you do if you're freezing?"

"But... Sister Yu, father seems very angry..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Yin'an followed by Mr. Song and a group of high-ranking disciples, rushing into Huairenzhai, a usually deserted courtyard, which in a sense brought a little popularity to the place.

Mr. Song glanced at Pei Yu who was squatting in front of Yang Yifei, and first bowed to Brother Yang Qingyue: "I have seen the two young masters."

The two agreed to return the salute: "Old Song."

"The old man has something to ask Miss Pei, I wonder if the two young masters can avoid it?"

"Please."

Pei Yu stood up and brushed the snow off her skirt: "I don't know what advice Mr. Song has?"

"Hmph!" Mr. Song pulled his face down in an instant, and took out a sign from his sleeve, "Does the girl recognize this?"

"I know it," Pei Yu stared at the sign for a while, then nodded, "My teacher has one, I don't know..."

"Hey..." Yang Yin'an on the side sighed, "That's right, take it down!"

"What?" Pei Yu looked surprised, watching all the high-ranking disciples rushing towards him, reflexively grabbing the sword behind him, but found nothing.Then I suddenly remembered that I was here to paint today, so I had to make fists and make an empty-handed fighting posture.

Suddenly he heard the sound of "Zheng" from behind, and the blue sound blade scattered away, chopping at the feet of the disciples.

"Qingyue," Yang Yin'an yelled angrily, "put down the piano!"

Pei Yu also regained his composure at this moment, and asked immediately, "I don't know why the sect master took me?"

Yang Yin'an held up the sign in his hand and asked, "Miss, do you know what this is?"

"I do not know."

"This is the token of the Tianshou Pavilion of Princess Taiping's Mansion!"

As the number one force under Princess Taiping, the castle tower has always performed some unpopular tasks.As for the political mess, we won't go into details here.

The whole yard fell silent in an instant.Everyone present knew what "Princess Taiping" represented to Changgemen. Fifteen years ago, Changge helped Xuanzong suppress the rebellion of Princess Taiping, Granny Ji's husband, Mr. Zhu, died in battle, and three-year-old Yang Qingyue was hit by the Yinyu needle at that time, which led to her frequent nightmares.

Although Pei Yu didn't know what "Tian Shou Pavilion" meant, the grievances between Changgemen and Princess Taiping's mansion were clear.

So she held out her hand without a word, and stretched forward with both hands close together.Yang Yin'an waved his hand, and the two disciples stepped forward and grabbed Pei Yu's arm, pulling them away.

"Father, wait!" It was Yang Yifei who broke the deadlock, and then he turned to Yang Qingyue and said, "Brother, say something!

Without saying a word, the young man in black turned around, picked up Qin and walked into the house.

"elder brother!"

"Brother Yang." Pei Yu spoke, and his tone was as calm as ever.It's just that she turned her back to the two of them, her eyes were a little empty: "...I'm sorry, I..."

"Miss Pei," Yang Qingyue said, "don't call me big brother anymore."

"..." The girl's black back froze, and after taking a few heavy deep breaths, everyone heard her calm voice as always, "Okay...Yang...Young Master."

"Let's go."

Pei Yu walked forward, his black back appeared more and more abrupt and lonely in the pure white, and disappeared from sight after a while.

The people who were waiting left, Yang Yifei woke up like a dream, ran into the pavilion, picked up the umbrella that Yang Qingyue opened just now, threw himself to his elder brother whose shoulders and hair were covered with snow, and stood on tiptoe to hold up the umbrella for him.

From his perspective, he could just see the white knuckles pinched by his brother.Then there was a soft voice above his head: "Yifei, let's go."

They never looked back.

Source of the title——Xiao Quer "Coinciding with Evening Snow and Whiteheads"

The author has something to say: The castle tower is pure nonsense, haha, if the official slaps me in the face, please don’t beat me up