The warm winter sun sank minute by minute, and the wind carried the cold air of the night, rising layer by layer. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was dark, and there were few pedestrians on the street, and the man was even more decent, which sounded desolate.

With a squeak, the cousin of the tavern on Tianshui Street put down the bamboo frame of the window and smiled at a darker corner of the gloomy shop: "Guest...... The shop is closed......"

In the corner, a small group sat against the wall, a few bottles of shoddy thin wine on the table, heard the confession of the cousin, said "um" softly, slowly stood up, put down a corner of broken silver, and took away the two bottles of unfinished wine on the table.

The cousin looked at the thin back of the man wrapped in a thin cotton jacket and shook his head silently—all the people who had been stranded outside the night were homeless people, right?

Walking out of the door, facing the tight wind, Feng Zhiwei tightened the thin cotton jacket, leaned his fingers against his lips, and breathed like frost.

Carrying a jug of wine, she walked aimlessly against the crowd, gradually passing the slum-rich Dongcheng District and walking towards the city.

After walking for a while, I suddenly saw a river in front of me, reflecting the lights and shadows, and the unmelted snow dotted on the bluestone on the bank of the river, which looked like crystal ice jade.

Feng Zhiwei sat down on the snowy bluestone, facing the river.

She fumbled and took out the wine in her arms, put it on the bottle, and drank it slowly, and soon there was not much left, and she poured it from head to mouth.

The stoneware flask was poorly made, with uneven sides and mouths, and a clear liquor leaked out, pouring down her face and the corners of her eyes.

She wiped it carelessly, her fingers were wet, smelled of alcohol, and there were some other ****, she looked at her fingers attentively, and after a long, long time, she raised her hand lightly and blindfolded her.

The snowy night is silent, the cold wind is scarce, the river flows silently, the figure of the girl on the bluestone is cocoon, and the blindfolded fingers are shining in the night.

In the distance, the aroma of rouge was thick, and a faint smile swept in, and when it reached this corner of the silent riverbank, there was only a small fall.

But a voice suddenly broke the desolate silence of this moment.

"Childe ......"

The voice was delicate, dragging a long, coquettish tail, and then there was a jumble of footsteps, and someone approached.

Feng Zhiwei put down his hand and frowned, only then did he notice the light and flower shadows reflected in the river - if I remember correctly, this seems to be the Rouge River in the city, famous for the Rouge ** building next to the ten miles, and the two banks stretch out, full of laughing people.

This is probably a prostitute whose client came to the river with a nightingale on a whim.

Feng Zhiwei sat still and didn't move - the prostitute is not afraid of being looked at, is she still afraid of watching others prostitute?

The footsteps were approaching, and the woman snorted, "Oh, someone ......" but she didn't care much in her tone, and turned her head to the man beside her and continued to coquetry: "Childe...... You said you wanted to show Yin'er a novel ......"

Someone faintly said "hmm", and a guttural voice could be heard slightly cold, and the tone was a little familiar.

Feng Zhiwei rubbed the wine jug, and caught a glimpse of an elegant silver-patterned brocade robe, and on the dark black cloak, pale gold moko mandala flowers, almost flamboyantly hunting and flying in the corner of her eyes.

The ring jingled, the gorgeous colored skirt turned around, turned her back to the river, walked in front of the man in the brocade robe, raised her hand around the man's neck, and smiled: "So...... Yin'er waited. ”

The man didn't seem to move, there was a little smile in his tone, and said: "I saw a good show today, I really think it's exciting, I can't bear it if I don't share it with others." ”

Feng Zhiwei's heart moved, and he turned his head.

Then I saw the man in the brocade robe, smiling as cold as frost and snow in the snowy night, and glanced at her lightly, and then, with a light smile, he hugged the woman and took a step forward, and another step.

Go all the way to the river.

Na Yin'er was intoxicated by the man's vulgar demeanor, and she didn't realize that she was facing away from the river, and retreated step by step.

will go to the river.

The man lowered his face and smiled lightly.

The woman muttered and leaned closer to her lips.

The man gently reached out and gently pushed.

"Poof."

Feng Zhiwei held his head and groaned.

Actually...... That's true.

Yin'er never dreamed that she was pushed into the water, and she was so shocked that she forgot to struggle, but fortunately, the river is not deep, this is the landscape river, but her face and lips turned white in an instant, and she didn't know if she was scared or frozen by the river.

She stared at a pair of men and women by the river in a daze, and the man smiled and looked into the distance without looking at her. The woman holds the pot, elegant but persistent, and only drinks her own wine.

Yin'er felt like she was about to collapse for a moment.

There are still such people in the world, one pushes people into the water for no reason, and the other does not save people when they see them falling into the water.

She shook in the water for a long time before she struggled to slowly approach the shore, and stretched out her hand to the man begging him to pull it up, "Childe...... Childe ......"

The outstretched fingers were frozen white, and a flower that was about to break trembled pitifully.

The man looked at her fingers, slowly tugged his hands into his sleeves, and smiled, "Don't, your hands are dirty." ”

Feng Zhiwei, who was taking a sip of wine, suddenly coughed.

"Childe...... Yin'er knew she was wrong...... Yin'er will never rush to pester you in the future......" The woman cried in the water, "Yin'er knows...... Don't like you......"

Tears washed away the gorgeous makeup, revealing childish eyebrows, this woman is still very young, because she is young, so she doesn't know how to measure, now the winter night cold water soak, then I suddenly remembered, the legend of the person is ruthless, don't like fetters.

She soaked in the river water on a winter night, shivering, but she didn't dare to ask for help, or even to get out of the water by herself.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly put down the flask.

She stood up, ignoring the man, walked to the river, and stretched out her hand to Yin'er.

Yin'er was still afraid, and Feng Zhi smiled slightly: "Come up, no one wants to put you to death." ”

Pulling the wet woman out, Feng Zhiwei saw that she was already in a thin skirt and a single dress, but now that the water was wet, she didn't even wear ****, thought about it, took off her thin cotton jacket, and wrapped her.

Even if this smiling girl didn't mind swaggering naked through the market, she, as a woman, didn't want her to walk in front of that man like this.

Yin'er looked at her gratefully and said in a low voice, "I'm in Lanxiang Courtyard over there...... My sister can come to me if she needs it. ”

Feng Zhi smiled and patted her shoulder, the woman didn't dare to look at the man again, wrapped in a thin cotton jacket and walked away slowly.

The cold wind blew, and Feng Zhiwei, who was only single-clothed, shuddered and hugged his shoulders tightly against the river.

A jug of wine was suddenly handed over.

The fingers holding the pot are slender and clean, and the posture is stable, stable to an almost eternal indifference.

Feng Zhiwei bowed his head, looked at the wine, and frowned: "This is my wine." ”

A cloak was handed over.

"Change your wine."

Feng Zhiwei took it unceremoniously, "Then you lose." ”

"It doesn't matter." The man smiled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised like peach blossoms, "I learned a trick from you today, and this is a bundle of repairs." ”

Feng Zhi was silent, looking at the reflection of this person in the river, this person is ever-changing, unpredictable, even his appearance and temperament have changed three times a day, the first time I saw him, elegant and elegant in the mountains; When pushing people down the river, his expression was as unrestrained as the pale gold mandala, but at the moment, he was smiling, but he was as glamorous as a peach and plum, almost charming.

Such a person can only be described as dangerous.

The man didn't seem to know what she was thinking, and suddenly smiled: "It's windy by the river, be careful of catching a cold, let's change places." ”

Feng Zhiwei was noncommittal, followed him, turned in front of him, and suddenly a stone arch bridge appeared, the bridge body was very tall, but the bridge deck was mottled, and it seemed to have been abandoned.

The two went on the bridge, the stone fence on the bridge was a whole piece of rough stone, a good shelter from the wind, the two sat on the ground, the man took Feng Zhiwei's wine jug, took a sip of wine, and handed it to Feng Zhiwei.

Feng Zhiwei was a little stunned, firstly, he was not used to sharing a pot of wine with a man, and secondly, he couldn't imagine that this person was the son of Guijie at first glance, and he was willing to drink such a crude wine; And obviously doesn't like people to be sticky, but he is willing to drink with her.

She thought for a moment, wiped the spout of the pot with her cuff, and took a sip carefully.

Thinking that the man was going to be angry, he didn't want him to look at her, just looked up at the sky, Feng Zhiwei looked up, only to find that the bridge was very high, on the bridge, not only to see the long sky and cold moon is very clear, but also to see most of the imperial capital, and at the end of the Qianmo, the majestic palace, impressive.

Feng Zhiwei swallowed the spicy wine slowly, his eyes lit up a little, and he suddenly asked, "You seem to be familiar with this place." ”

"This bridge was originally the first bridge in Dacheng Wangdu, and according to legend, it was built by the founding emperor of the Dacheng Dynasty for the empress." The man half-closed his eyes, and his tone was leisurely, "The queen likes big things, so this bridge is high and wide, overlooking the four fields, known as the first bridge in Dacheng, six hundred years ago, the emperor and queen often traveled privately on the bridge, and it was passed down as a good story." ”

Feng Zhi smiled and said, "It's beautiful." ”

In my heart, I didn't think that such a man would linger and be moved by the legends of the previous dynasty.

"After the destruction of the country, Emperor Tiansheng waved his troops into Beijing, got Wangdu, changed his name to Dijing, and determined the world, His Majesty met the old ministers in Beijing for the first time, on this bridge, on the same day, the old ministers of Dacheng were like grass in waiting, all at the soles of my emperor's feet."

The man's tone was calm, but he had a sense of pride, Feng Zhi wiped the wine on his lips slightly, and suddenly felt a little irritable, and couldn't help but smile, and said, "It's just a blood-stained sword soldier." ”

The man Huo Ran looked back, his eyes were like knives for a moment, Feng Zhiwei looked at each other calmly, and smiled softly in his knife-like eyes.

After a while, the man's eyes gradually narrowed, and he even laughed, and said: "Yes, but it is just a matter of becoming a king and defeating a king, these old ministers are blessed in the end, and if they change the emperor or a minister, they are most afraid that they will not even have to do it." ”

Feng Zhi was silent, and he didn't even have to do anything, so naturally he only had to die.

She smiled and pulled back to the topic: "Why was this bridge finally abandoned?" ”

"The world is decided, Your Majesty received the palace family into Beijing, and when the most favored Princess Shaoning was carried on the bridge, she suddenly cried, and an official of the Qin Tianjian said privately that this matter was ominous."

"Three years later, on this bridge," the man paused, took the flask in her hand, took a sip, and then said, "The three princes launched a mutiny, intending to force the palace, and in that battle, the royal family killed three people, injured four people, and disabled one...... Since then, the bridge has been abandoned. ”

The thrilling history of the royal family battle, from his mouth lightly, was simply described in vain, but it seemed to spread out in an instant, Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt a little cold, and tightened his cloak.

On this high and unusually wide first bridge, there have been the footprints of the founding emperor and queen of the previous dynasty, and the sad howl of the prince of the new dynasty has also sounded.

And why does this sharp and mysterious person have an unusual affection for this bridge?

He was so familiar with the bridge that he often wandered around it in the middle of the night, when he was sleepless?

But this has nothing to do with her after all, she can drink and talk with this strange man all night tonight, which is already an outlier in life - but it is only because she is afraid of loneliness in a lonely moment, and then happens to meet another lonely person.

Just as he didn't ask why she was here, she wouldn't ask him about the loneliness and coldness in his eyes.

When the remnant wine was about to run out, the sky was slightly bright, Feng Zhiwei poured out the last drop of wine in the pot in the first light of the morning light, and said with a smile: "The last drop of wine, I salute this lonely bridge, the world is ups and downs, only this bridge is eternal." ”

Then she stood up, her wrist flicked and her cloak slipped off, and she got off the bridge without looking back.

The first light of the morning shone through the snow and shone on her shoulder, a slender girl with a straight back.

The man sat cross-legged, watching her go off the bridge without hesitation, his eyes flickered, and he said for a while: "Ning Cheng, where do you say she will go?" ”

An ordinary-looking guard appeared under the bridge and cave, looked at Feng Zhiwei's back seriously, and said: "There are two possibilities, one is to break the cauldron and sink the boat and go back to the house to fight; The first is to seek perfection and submit to the will of Qiufu. ”

He smiled, pointed to the fireworks behind him, and said: "In short, she will go back immediately, she will never linger in this fireworks field for too long, stay for a while, she will tarnish her reputation, she can't joke with herself for life." ”

"Really?" The man smiled, dragging out his voice.

"Bet." Ning Cheng came over with great interest.

The man was noncommittal, and the two stood on the bridge, and when they saw the woman going straight all the way, they did not hesitate as if they had a goal, and then stopped in front of a door with an orchid lantern, tied the man's hair in a bun, and then simply knocked on the door.

Ning Cheng's face turned blue.

The woman's face turned slightly sideways, and she smiled at the person who opened the door and said something, the people inside seemed to be stunned, and Ning Cheng, who read the lip language, was far away on the bridge, stumbling suddenly.

On the bridge, the man suddenly chuckled.

His dark jade-like pupils shone with a novel and sharp light, like an abyss that had been quiet for a long time, blown by the snowy wind outside the long sky.

He stood in the red sun at the head of the bridge, the pale gold mandala flowers on the black cloak were flying in the wind, and the fierce cold wind blew a distant voice, he seemed to hear the wind, the slender girl, facing the **** of the Lanxiang Courtyard that opened the door, asked calmly and crazy.

"Do you need a turtle slave here?"