"Nanxi, come and help me grind." Qin Nanxi was looking left and right, and was suddenly interrupted by Situ Yi.

"Me? Grind? Qin Nan was surprised and said, except for her father, she has never served anyone else's pen and ink.

The corners of Situ Yi's lips curled: "What?" Don't want to? I'm here to help you. ”

"I ......" Qin Nanxi opened his mouth, although Situ Yi's eyes were full of smiles, but beyond that soft smile, there was irreversible resoluteness, and even a hint of threat.

Qin Nanxi's heart tightened inexplicably, looking down at the unfamiliar water red on his body, he could only nod helplessly, secretly resentful, and slowly moved to the side of the bookcase.

"Jiang Kui has a ruthless temperament, and you embarrassed him in public twice. In the future, if you don't have a brother to accompany you, don't go out alone. Situ Yi said to Qin Nanxi beside him, the hand holding the paintbrush fell calmly, and the tip of the pen was outlined as soon as it touched the white skirt.

"You, you recognized me when you saw the mountain tower?" Qin Nanxi's little face turned even crimson, and she murmured in a low voice.

"If I were you, I wouldn't clash with someone like Jiang Kui face to face, if you want to teach this kind of person a lesson, there is a way, why bother to wrap yourself in." Situ Yi didn't answer her, he took care of himself and continued to talk to himself.

The palace ink painted with gold embroidery in his hand seemed to be stained with the hot heat, and the hot Qin Nanxi's body was scorched. Quietly put down the ink ingot, raised his eyes and peeked at Situ Yi beside him, Qin Nanxi wondered: "I have never seen him before I saw Shanlou, how could he see through my female disguise as a man at that time?" Since he knows me, why doesn't he tell me in the armory shop? ”

"The little young master of Qinfu and Situ Chong beat Jiang Kui bitterly, and the rumors in the city are boiling. As far as I know, Mr. Qin does not have any nephews and nephews in Chang'an. Your brother is cautious and will never mess around with Brother Chong, and there is no one else in the Qin Mansion who is good with Brother Chong. It's not hard for me to guess who you are, is it? Situ Yi's tone was gentle, the pen in his hand was still up and down, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"How does he know what I'm thinking?" Qin Nan was stunned.

"I'm a little surprised that Nan Xi will like 'Ice Spirit'."

The name "Ice Spirit" was like its cold blade, flashing suddenly, and the chaos, embarrassment, shame and doubts that had been hovering alternately in Qin Nanxi's heart were instantly slashed clean.

With a straight look, Qin Nanxi looked at Situ Yi expectantly: "In the armory shop last time, the general mentioned the old owner of 'Ice Spirit', and promised that if he had the opportunity to meet again, he would tell me their story, and asked the general to keep his promise." ”

"Promise? Is that a promise? Situ Yi asked rhetorically, the smile in his words was almost uncontrollable, but his subordinates still kept going. Under the tip of the pen that wandered freely, a lonely and thin Qinghe was already alive, and Xiuba opened coldly on the red wine-stained side of the snow-white skirt.

"Nan Xi thought that was a promise, since the general knew Nan Xi, he naturally knew that there would be a time to say goodbye." Involving Mr. Su's last wish and the whereabouts of Brother Xu, Qin Nanxi was full of solemnity and seriousness, and what he said was calm and unquestionable.

"Even if I know that you are the daughter of the Qin Mansion, you and I may not have the fate to see each other again. Like today, if the girl hadn't stolen my amber light, she might not be here now. Situ Yi straightened up slightly, dipped his pen in ink, and his eyes were still focused on the ink on the white skirt.

"I" Qin Nanxi paused, a red cloud flew over his face, and he continued without showing weakness: "The palace feast, delicacies and wines are everywhere. The ownerless flask on the stone pillar, even if it was accidentally dropped by the servants, was prepared for hospitality. I was invited, and it would not be rude to take it for a drink. But the general, who thinks that the wine drunk in the palace is for you? This spirit is inevitably broad! ”

Situ Yi's pen tip paused, raised his eyebrows, stared at Qin Nanxi with a smile for a long time, lowered his head again, and drew his strokes.

"Nan Xi's banquet should be just a good clean bar, this amber light is indeed for me, and the whole table is just one altar." Situ Yi paused, smiled peacefully, and continued: "Fang just carried a pot out of the table, and Linlang almost fell down halfway, I only cared about helping her, but I forgot where to put the wine casually." was picked up by Nan Xi so coincidentally, perhaps, it is indeed you and I who are destined. Speaking of the last sentence, Situ Yi's smile deepened.

"This, Nan Xi doesn't know that this is the wine of the imperial general, please forgive the general. It's just that if the general really knows the old master of the 'Ice Spirit', he will ask the general to give him advice. Qin Nanxi blushed and deliberately turned his words back to 'Bingluo'.

"The old master of 'Ice Spirit' is one of my seniors. This predecessor loves weapon forging, he loves weapons obsessed, wandering all over the world, he made all the weapons and blades, but the last one forged before his death, but it is the most simple and small waist knife, the predecessors named it 'Ice Spirit', I am afraid it is to take the meaning of 'good as water. The usual smile in Situ Yi's words dissipated without a trace, and in his deliberately concise explanation, regret and admiration were still expressed from time to time.

Qin Nanxi's expectations were disappointed for a moment, and his disappointment hung in his eyes, and he was silent for a long time before he said carefully: "I wonder if the general knows that 'Bing Lu' has ever had other masters?" ”

"Well, I really don't know. To tell you the truth, the last time I saw 'Ice Spirit' in the armory shop, I couldn't go to see him off when my predecessor passed away, and I only saw the sketch of 'Ice Spirit' from the relics he left me. ”

The remaining glimmer of expectation was quietly broken again, and Qin Nanxi was full of disappointment, and was silent for a long time, before he reluctantly followed Situ Yi's words, and broke the silence thoughtfully and politely: "It turns out that 'ice spirit' is taken from the meaning of goodness like water. It's just that a sharp blade, the most ruthless murder weapon in the world, I really don't know what it has to do with inaction. ”

Situ Yi's hazel eyes darkened, and a trace of doubt and exploration faintly rose in Qin Nanxi's gaze. He quietly condensed Qin Nan's beard for a moment, lowered his head again, and said lightly for a while: "Goodness is like water, water is soft, although it is a great virtue to do nothing, but if the water is cold, it will also condense into ice." The transformation between ice and water depends on the time and manpower, and it is not a matter of ice and water that can determine itself. It's like a blade, there is no distinction between good and evil, just who uses it. When the old-timers were dying, they were in the midst of the war on the frontier, forging the 'ice spirit', perhaps hoping that it would be fortunate to encounter peace and warmth, and return to its good water soul. ”

"Ice spirit, water soul? It turns out that there is such a meaning! Although disappointment was inevitable, what Situ Yi said also made Qin Nanxi a little embarrassed, in the end he was helping himself, and sighed lowly. Remembering Situ Yi's cherished eyes on the 'Ice Spirit' that day, he said slightly apologetically: "Nan Xi doesn't know that this waist knife is a relic of the general's deceased, so I will send someone to return the 'Ice Spirit' to the general tomorrow." ”

Situ Yi was slightly surprised, and looked at Qin Nanxi with a smile, "Last time, I saw that you were determined to achieve the 'Ice Spirit', and you seemed to be very concerned about its old master, why did you suddenly ...... again?"

"Don't hide it from the general, Nan Xi originally thought that 'Bingluo' was related to an old friend of mine, so he didn't want to miss it, but now it seems that he is wrong. Return it to the general, and return it to its rightful owner. Qin Nan smiled, slowly returned to the side of the desk, held the half of the residual ink leaning on the edge of the inkstone, and gently grinded it against the ink that was gradually drying up in the inkstone.

The hard ink ingots gradually faded into a pure black in the inkstone with a slight amount of clear water, and the delicate and coherent grinding sound gently echoed between the rafters of the Floating Pavilion, quietly filling Qin Nanxi's empty heart due to disappointment, and also blocking Situ Yi's inquisitive eyes.

"Besides, the general doesn't care about his past suspicions, and today he helped Nan Xi get through the difficulties, Nan Xi has nothing to thank, and it is a matter of course that he only returns to the original owner." The smile on the corner of Qin Nanxi's lips was appropriate, and he only hoped that he could return the waist knife to him immediately, and it would not have anything to do with him.

"Nan Xi and I don't have any previous suspicions, today is also my negligence, and Nan Xi, who was hurt by dropping the wine jug casually, stained her dress, I just hope that this painting can cover up the wine stain." Situ Yi smiled and replied unrelentingly.

Both of them stopped mentioning 'Ice Spirit', and their eyes fell on the snow-white skirt quietly laid out on the desk. The crimson wine stain has turned into a playful red carp, wandering between the lonely and thin few lotus. The lotus flowers on the branches are in full bloom or with buds, three or two high and low, carrying a few fat and tender lotus leaves that are stretched or curled, and they are staggered into a piece of vitality on the snow-white skirt. The red carp's red and fat head and waist were hiding under a stretched lotus leaf, and its long and narrow tail was flung next to a small lotus that had just revealed its sharp horns. It threw up one or two small droplets of water, and a dragonfly that had been sleeping peacefully on the small lotus bud flew away from the tip of the flower with its legs and feet, hanging in the air, staring at the bottom of the water with a frightened red eye.

"It's funny! But why does this dragonfly only have one eye? Qin Nanxi's heartfelt admiration and unexpected surprise were undisguised, regardless of the increasingly complicated eyes of Situ Yi beside him.

She stared at the painting carefully for a long time, her face turned red again, and she said in a low voice: "There is only such a little wine mark thrown out of this single, how can the other eye be repaired?" ”

The king of Changping County is good at calligraphy, but he is not attentive to painting, and he can barely find a pen for painting in his library, but if he wants to find color materials, it is rare. Qin Nanxi stared at the one-eyed dragonfly on the white dress, secretly feeling sorry.