13. Origin
Bai Zhan was only one step away from walking out of the door, but he hesitated to put down his feet, turned his head to look at Meng Qing, his expression was obscure, "Ah Qing, you sue SΓΉ Father, what is the relationship between you and Yin Xiu?" β
What relationship?
Meng Qing was really stunned when he heard this, lowered his head and looked at the jade porcelain bottle in his hand, and thought about it for a long time without a result, but just muttered: "I ...... I don't know. β
Xie Bi'an stood on the side, "I'm afraid even this kid himself doesn't know what his feelings for Yin Xiu are. β
Fan Wusu nodded in agreement, "Meng Qing's temperament is too soft, and he is sluggish and tight, if he and Yin Xiu had a relationship like that when he was a child, if he can really keep it until now, it will be a matter of time before they are together." But there are so many things happening in the middle. β
Thinking of this, Xie Bi'an also shook his head and sighed, "It's only blame that Yin Xiu is taking steps to fight, but he misses the changes in the imperial court and the Meng Dynasty...... You told me before, there is a secret room in the Yin Mansion? β
"Yes, it's locked underground, and the entrance is now only known to Yin Xiu. The key to opening the door is his palm print. β
"What's in there?"
"It should be a shelter built by the Yin family, but it seems that no one in the Yin family knows about it except Yin Xiu, it is very empty inside, and only in recent days has Yin Xiu moved back and added something to it." Fan Wusu knew everything, Xie Bi'an asked him something, and he said everything in 1510.
Bai Zhan had already walked out here, Meng Qing was lying on the bed with the porcelain vase in his hand and curled up on his side, the thick quilt covering his head, and he could only see the slight movement when he breathed.
"Let's go and take a look around the secret room." Xie Bi'an motioned for Fan Wusu to lead the way, and the two slowly walked outside the door, the moonlight was bright, and only a withered lotus leaf was left in the pond.
When he walked to the door, Xie Bi'an looked at the snowflakes that gradually drifted down in the air, blinked and smiled, "Oops, it's snowing." β
Fan Wusu stopped in the courtyard silently, looking at Xie Bi, who was wearing a long beard, standing quietly under the plum tree, with a gentleness on his face that he didn't know.
"The snow on earth is always beautiful." There was some not-so-loud movement in their footsteps on the ground, and Xie Bi'an seemed to like it, and each step was very small.
Fan Wusu walked quietly with him, except for the occasional wind, there seemed to be no other sound between heaven and earth.
In the midst of this silence, Fan Wusu said, "Actually, I don't like winter very much. β
Xie Bi'an tilted his head slightly.
"I didn't like any season until you picked me up." Fan Wusu was expressionless, "The temperature between day and night in spring is always very different, and many people can't survive a cold and die." In the summer, malaria spreads so quickly that even if food is found, it cannot be saved, and it will be lost in two hours. β
"Autumn." Fan Wusu narrowed his eyes, stretched out one hand from his robe, looked at Xie Bi'an and said: "Everything begins to wither in autumn, and you can still steal rice from the farmland, but there will always be times when you will be caught by the farmer and beaten up." β
"Not to mention winter, when you met me, I was in that little alley, covered in frostbite, my wounds were frozen, and I couldn't bleed out."
Xie Bi'an's footsteps stopped in place, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.
He raised his head slightly, looking at Fan Wusu's side as if it had been dyed with a round of light, "Actually, ......"
"But now I think it's good every season." Fan Wuxuan didn't wait for Xie Bi'an to speak, and continued to lead him forward, the voice came from the front, and it was a little unreal, "Even now, listening to the sound of you stepping on the snow, I feel that nothing can be better than this." β
*
The Yin family's secret room is on the bookcase in Yin Xiu's bedroom, and there is a vase with a lid that can be opened and closed underneath, and inside is a mechanism.
Naturally, they didn't need to bother with these things, and went straight through the wall.
Coincidentally, when they arrived, Yin Xiu was also inside.
The wind in winter was bitingly cold, and according to what Meng Qing said, now Yin Xiu's eyes have always been wrapped in a long white strip, and herbs are also coated on it.
Yin Xiu sat on a soft chair in the corner, looking as if he was asleep.
What Xie Bi'an saw was that the drawing paper on the wall and the small things on the side were all well placed on the cabinet one by one, spotlessly clean, as if someone had wiped them every day.
"This is Meng Qing, right?" Xie Bi'an walked up to a painting and asked not very sure.
The person in the painting is still a very young child, holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand and biting happily, and there are still two blushes on his cheeks, but I don't know if it is cold or happy.
Looking further to the right, the picture scroll suddenly changed from a teenager to when Meng Qing was thirteen or fourteen years old.
After that, there were paintings, but without exception, the people in these portraits had no faces.
As if the memories had been terminated, Yin Xiu probably couldn't draw what Meng Qing's face looked like anymore.
"Looking at this, Yin Xiu's feelings for Meng Qing are really not all brotherly love." Xie Bi'an looked at the past one by one, and the paper of the picture scroll lasted for many years from new to old.
The first one was painted when Meng Qing was four years old, and Meng Qing was sixteen this year, a full twelve, and it happened to be a full twelve years.
"Not really." Fan Wusu also leaned over and took a look,
Xie Bi'an touched his nose, these two people ...... It's really fateful but not partial.
"By the way, Bai Zhan Shenjun said that Yin Xiu is the champion of life and life, you may have calculated that he has been reincarnated for several lifetimes?" Xie Bi'an didn't say this anymore, but asked something else.
Fan Wuxu frowned and shook his head, "Yin Xiu can't see it at all in his past life, and he can only see it in his next life." β
Xie Bi'an thought about it when he heard this, as if he had thought of something, but in the blink of an eye, he was denied by himself.
"Don't sue SΓΉ Cui for this matter first." Xie Bi'an explained, and then said: "I think there may be some problems with Yin Xiu's life experience. β
The child's soul that the emperor's mother-in-law lost in her early years accounted for more than half of the main body, and she was born several times smarter than others, but as the old saying goes, wisdom will hurt - that child has only stayed in the underworld for less than three hundred years, and then his soul is gone.
At that time, the emperor's mother-in-law stood at the head of the bridge and couldn't help crying, but the souls of people who came and went never had a trace of the child, and after a long time, although it was no longer so heartbreaking, but when she remembered it from time to time, the emperor's mother-in-law still couldn't help but feel sad.
It is naturally better to have news than no news, and what is terrible is empty joy, which is why Xie Bi'an will keep an eye when he hears that Yin Xiu is the champion of generations.
Fan Wuxu didn't know this, although he was puzzled, he also nodded in response.
Anyway, Xie Bi'an will sue him sooner or later. Fan Wuxuan couldn't help but smile, as if he was a little proud.
Thinking so, the two walked out of the secret room.
*
Meng Qing felt like he was holding something in his hand in a daze early in the morning, and the moment he came back to his senses, he remembered what it was, and suddenly sat up from the bed in shock.
The sky outside was not normal, and when I opened the door, I realized that it was actually snowing when a cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew in.
The snow piled up on the road overnight was already very high, and people with brooms could be seen everywhere on the road, and their faces were beaming.
"Mr. Bai." Lu Wu watched Meng Qing come in early in the morning with the medicine, and although he was surprised, he still opened the door and went in.
After Meng Qing entered, Lu Wu consciously retreated outside and instructed the maid to take the utensils for cooking medicine, but Meng Qing waved his hand to stop him.
"Childe, this medicine is in the form of pills, and I need to continue to take it for two months, and after two months, I can give Childe an acupuncture to treat his eyes." Meng Qing carefully handed the porcelain vase in his hand to Yin Xiu.
After Yin Xiu took it, he fumbled and opened it and sniffed it, and suddenly it seemed that a breath of fresh air poured into his body, and in an instant, he felt that his limbs were not so soft, "What kind of medicine is this?" β
"It's just some medicine to wash the marrow and strengthen the body." Meng Qing explained the medicine according to the medicinal properties that Bai Zhan told him, and then said: "It's just that this medicine is domineering, in order to avoid any incident, it is more appropriate for Gongzi to drink it with white water." β
Yin Xiu has a lot of tea, but when he takes medicine, he prefers silver pine tea.
This is something that few people know, and even Yin Xiu himself only found out after Meng Qing brought it up.
Yin Xiu's movements suddenly stopped when he heard this, and then smiled, "How does Mr. know that Yin likes to use fresh tea?" β
Meng Qing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the table, "I saw that the tea on the child's table was floating with tea leaves, and the next few visits to the doctor, the son also rinsed his mouth with tea." β
"Sir is careful." Yin Xiu smiled again, carefully put away the porcelain bottle, and said gently: "Then according to what Mr. said, take the medicine with white water." β
Meng Qing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, a relaxed smile appeared on his face, two dimples appeared on his cheeks, and he retreated with his eyes bent.