On the side of the yellowed vellum micro-roll, a line of ink characters is very eye-catching.

Puzzled, his eyes fell on the line of ink words on the paper that had been sleeping for twenty years, and Qin Nanxi only felt that in the dark, this "ice spirit" seemed to have an indissoluble bond with himself. Her thoughts wandered through fourteen years, stopping at the shallow autumn when she was four years old. On that day, the naughty she took out a carefully wrapped scroll from the innermost part of Mr. Su's bookshelf. On the roll, the painting is a beautiful Central Plains woman, with pink faces, peach cheeks, starry eyes and cherry lips, light eyebrows and cloud sideburns, and a delicate smile. Dressed as a Beidi aristocratic dress, with red narrow sleeves riding and shooting clothes, with leather pony boots of the same color, there is no lack of sassy in the delicate, and a little heroic in the charming. And the woman in the painting is hanging on her waist with this "ice spirit".

On that day, Mr. Su, who has always been gentle, reprimanded her for being naughty for the first time. He carefully put away the scroll and was sad alone for a long time. The adoptive mother, Yunzhen, told her that the woman in the painting was named "An'er".

Two years ago, she chose a birthday gift for Situ Chong, and in a little-known small weapons shop in Chang'an, she saw the dusty "Ice Spirit" again. On that day, she met Situ Yi for the second time. He bought the Ice Spirit at a high price, but gave it to her. She learned from him that the name of this knife was "Ice Spirit", and the person who forged the knife was a friend of his predecessors whom he respected very much......

Later, in Yunze City, she was sold to Wuda's tent by Xiao Fei, Situ Yi only relied on the "Ice Spirit" in the city as a clue, and found her, he did not hesitate to risk his life and went alone to save himself who swore to die and refused to marry him.

Now, "Ice Spirit" is in the small baggage she carries with her, and it is her favorite token like "Begonia Red", and its shape is painted in this manuscript that Situ Yi cherishes so much.

Qin Nanxi's mind was like silk, flying chaotic, unable to withstand the tenderness that permeated his heart, and gently reached out to caress the delicate "ice spirit" in the painting. vaguely hoped that Situ Yi beside him would speak again: "This is a rare waist knife, why does the girl hate it so much?" ”

"Miss Yin?" Situ Yizhen on the side opened his mouth as if he was inducted, but his voice was full of doubts. He heard the clatter of leather paper.

Looking at his empty eyes, Qin Nanxi's heart ached, and he slowly put down the leather scroll.

"The girl is looking at Mr. Lu's handscroll?" Situ Yi didn't mind, but was a little curious.

"Yes, the waist knife 'Ice Spirit'" Qin Nanxi dragged his palm, hesitated for a moment, and still wrote the name of "Ice Spirit" in fear.

"'Ice Spirit'?" Situ Yi's palms trembled visibly, slightly moist. "That was Mr. Lu's last weapon. It's made for women, no wonder girls like it. It's a pity..."Situ Yi replied hurriedly, his voice was as weak as a gossamer, swinging with the wind, and he couldn't even find a trail.

"Made for women?" Qin Nanxi was never willing to let go like this, pinched his slightly cold fingertips, and wrote down stroke by stroke.

Situ Yi added a little strength and wanted to withdraw his hand back, but found that his fingertips were pinched by "Yin Momo", and he smiled helplessly: "Why are the girls in Suzhou so soft on the outside and rigid on the inside?" ”

Looking at the helpless and gentle smile on the corner of his lips, the throbbing and expectation in Qin Nanxi's heart were like a phosphorus fire floating in the wilderness, although it was extremely weak, but in the desperate darkness, it was particularly eye-catching. She bit the tip of her tongue, tried her best to suppress her beating heart, and deliberately wrote in his palm, "Soft on the outside and strong on the inside?" Why? ”

At this moment, she realized that she was looking forward to it, he and "Yin Momo" chatted about "Qin Nanxi", and even, she secretly expected him to recognize that the "Yin Moxi" in front of her was actually his "Nanxi". Although she knew that she should not have this thought in her heart, her heart could not help herself.

Yin Yin looked at him, however, Situ Yi shook his head and quietly avoided it.

Qin Nanxi was stunned, but also sober, and reluctantly let go of his fingertips.

Situ Yi rubbed his stiff palms, moved around, sat down beside her, and said gently, "I don't mean to blame, the girl doesn't need to care." Indeed, this ice spirit was made for women. It should have been made by Mr. Lu for the noblewomen of the Beidi royal court. According to this manuscript, the 'ice spirit' should have been built in the sixteenth year of the former Qi Longqing, that is, in the spring of the third year of Tianbao. That summer, Mr. Lu vowed not to make weapons again. Therefore, this small waist knife should be the last weapon of the old gentleman. ”

Seeing that he was immersed in memories, Qin Nanxi snuggled lightly beside him, took his hand and asked, "Why did a generation of famous artists swear to give up their skills?" ”

Situ Yi's handsome eyebrows jumped fiercely, and he held his breath for a long time before he said slowly: "In the second year of Tianbao, Beidi took advantage of the smoke in the Central Plains and took the opportunity to wave his army south, but he didn't want to encounter the stubborn resistance of the Saires at the southern foot of Amiri Mountain. Eighty thousand iron horsemen fought fiercely for four months, but they could not break through the light cavalry barrier of Zaire. I saw Situ Yi's left hand on his knee subconsciously clenched into a fist, and Qin Nanxi could see that he was trying his best to restrain the blood hatred in his tone.

Later, the former Khan of Beidi tried every means to invite Mr. Lu to the royal court. The old gentleman was obsessed with weapons all his life, and his mind was simple, but when he met his bosom friend, he built a steel crossbow for Beidi Qianhan. That khan succeeded in his scheming, and within fifteen days he could produce a thousand steel crossbows......" Situ Yi said that he was distressed, and the green meridian on the back of his hand jumped suddenly, and the bitter hatred was bitten between his teeth.

"Although the Sayr light cavalry is good at running and assaulting, they have no heavy armor to cover, and when they encounter a steel crossbow, they have no power to fight back, and in the end, in the end, the entire Sayir people are destroyed."

Qin Nanxi knew about that bloody battle, so he could only look at him with distress and mention his scars, watching him try his best to stabilize his mind, and reluctantly drag himself back from his deep pain, and continued: "Old Mr. Lu knew that he had been fooled, so he secretly ran out of the camp and cried on the battlefield soaked in the blood of the Zaires. The old gentleman felt that his crime was heinous and apologized for his crimes, but he was saved by three orphans of the Zaires. ”

Situ Yi closed his voice, his indifferent and empty eyes revealed a little sharpness and sharpness, and the bitter hatred lingered between the cold eyebrows.

Qin Nanxi's heart was clear, his cold fingertips held his palm, and wrote tremblingly: "One of them, is you?" ”

Situ Yi was not surprised, his body that had been tense slowly slackened, leaned back on the desk, closed his eyes and recalled: "Yes, those three children are me, my sister, and my cousin. Although Mr. Lu did not die, he vowed not to build a blade again and not return to the Central Plains for the rest of his life. He went into self-imposed exile and preferred to suffer on the frontier for the rest of his life...... Later, when I was guarding northern Xinjiang with my father, Mr. Lu was very ill at that time, and he asked someone to hand over the manuscript and the small steel crossbow to me. By the time I found him, the old gentleman was in the wilderness, and there was only a lonely grave left......"

"Little steel crossbow? Your steel crossbow? Qin Nanxi has always known that he is good at using crossbows and often uses crossbows, but he didn't know that his small and precise steel crossbow had such a background.

"Yes, later, I also used a crossbow array to level Beidi's iron cavalry......" There was no pleasure of revenge in Situ Yi's voice, only deep pain and sorrow.

Qin Nanxi looked at him distressedly, comforted and wrote: "It is a last resort to stop the war with war." Fortunately, after a night of hard work, ten years of peace. I only hope that Qingping will continue forever. ”

Situ Yi finished reading word by word, and said with a wry smile: "Qingping Yongji? Where is so easy. Wuda, Zhou Huan, Zhou Dan, which of them is willing to abandon the war for the sake of peace in the world? And me, except for the re-stirring of the beacon smoke, I have almost no life! ”

His words were like a pair of ruthless thugs, carefully rubbing her paper-fragile heart. Qin Nanxi silently endured the suffocating pain in his chest and looked at him quietly.

Once, Fengyan took away her mother, adoptive mother, Mr. Su and Brother Xu, so she hated the war. But now, if there is no smoke and war, Brother Yi is very small. Full of dilemmas, she closed her eyes slightly, but she felt that fine sweat was dense on her back, and the silence of the room was unbearable.

It was almost noon, and the blazing sunlight outside was shining through the window, dragging the figures of the two people by the window to the ground for a long time. On the clean adobe floor, two blue and black shadows are about to separate. It is like a pair of ghosts stepping into purgatory, snuggling up to each other but guarding each other on the lonely and cold road.

Qin Nanxi was full of sadness, got up weakly, and left quietly, but listened to Situ Yi behind him say slowly and painfully: "There is Miss Lao Yin, bring Mr. Lu's manuscript to the brocade box in the pavilion for me." I can't see the horizontal and vertical joints, and even if there is a manuscript, I can't see through the joints of the strong crossbow. ”

Qin Nanxi Muran picked up the withered yellow leather scroll on the case, and his eyes fell, and a line of ink words came into his eyes again: "Bingluo, fifteen years of Longqing, Ji Chun, painted by Lu Fang in Quzhou." ”

The fifteenth year of Longqing, that is, the second year of Tianbao. It was that year that his father Qin Zi'an led the Jiangnan scholars to Chu, and the mother monk was taken to Youzhou by Mr. Su when he was in his mother's womb......

Qin Nanxi looked at this special year and the realistic "Ice Spirit" on the painting, and saw the portrait of An'er that Su Xu left for him.

On the painting is Mr. Su's An'er, the Central Plains beauty wearing a Beidi aristocratic dress. It turned out that An'er was not imaginary, she was really a person, and she was the owner of this small waist knife. What she thought in her heart was obviously An'er, but Qin Nanxi felt a surge of tears. It seems that it is not Mr. Su and An'er who are separated for life, but himself and Situ Yi.

In the midst of the surging tears, a strange thought flashed, but it frightened her alive. An'er, if there is really such a person, then this Mr. Su's An'er, the noble lady of the Central Plains in the Beidi royal court, can only be - Princess Changyi! Stunned in place, Qin Nanxi stared at the "ice spirit" in the painting in disbelief, and suddenly realized that she deeply felt that Princess Changyi seemed familiar because she had seen her portrait since she was a child.