A big war is over, and there is a smell of blood wafting from the back door of Liu's house all day long. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Heaven seemed to want to help Liu Yuanshan, and it snowed silently, covering all the ugly things on the ground, a vast white space between heaven and earth, and the distant mountains and trees were covered with a layer of white, and the whole world seemed crystal clear, like a fairy tale.

In the southwest corner of Liu's house, there was originally a pavilion, but it was snowing, and the grass path could not be found, and Liu Yuanshan didn't care about it, so he took two maids and sat in the pavilion to enjoy the snow.

"Young Master!"

Xiaoyu came out of the room, holding a pot of steaming tea in her hand, and slowly walked into the pavilion along the footprints that Liu Yuanshan had just walked.

"It's windy outside, young master, you're not afraid of the cold!" Xiaoyu complained as she put the kettle on the table, and took out a white porcelain cup and poured a cup of steaming tea for Liu Yuanshan.

The snow outside the pavilion was still falling, and Liu Yuanshan couldn't help but think of the snow in Xiaojue Temple last year.

I thought of the legend of the White Snake, the literati Yahui, and the playful, beautiful and amorous little county lord.

"Alas......" Liu Yuanshan sighed lightly and shook his head again.

Xiaoyu giggled, and said no big or small: "Childe, you better go back to the house, Madame is afraid that you will freeze!" ”

"Don't be afraid!" Liu Yuanshan looked back at Xiaoyu and said with a smile: "Your young master, I am in good health, besides, how can I freeze when I wear such a thick dress, young master, I appreciate the snow!" ”

He is upright and young, and the firepower on his body is already great, and now he is wearing a snow-white fox fur, so he naturally won't feel cold.

"The young master is so elegant!" Xiaoyu rubbed her hands and said, "Isn't the young master going to write poetry again?" ”

"You know poetry?" Liu Yuanshan was surprised!

"I don't understand!" Xiaoyu shook his head, and said with a smile: "But I know the young master's Yongxue poem." ”

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven or eight pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reeds, are gone!"

Xiaoyu said as she opened her mouth to chant.

Red lips and white teeth, clear bite, sound less heavy and melancholy, but a little more enjoyable.

"What a poem!"

The two maids in the back didn't know if they understood, so they began to applaud.

"Yes, I can also compose poems, and my ability is not small!" A crisp voice came from the courtyard, Liu Yuanshan turned his head to see that it was indeed Xue Huan's long figure standing there, facing the fluttering Xue Xue Huan and smiling slightly at Liu Yuanshan.

"Huh!" Liu Yuanshan beckoned to her, and Xue Huan slowly walked over the road just now.

Although Xue Huan grew up in Beihai since he was a child, he studied and practiced every day, but he usually read a lot of books, although he couldn't export chapters, he also knew a lot about the way of poetry.

"I heard that San Lang wrote this poem when you got together with the little county lord last year, and today it is also a snow scene, you also recite a poem to send me, otherwise, even if you are eccentric!" Xue Huan smiled and sat down across from him.

Together with the wind and snow, the beauty in front of her seems to be like a plum tree behind her, swaying with the wind, with a kind of jade and ice clear temperament.

"You girl, poetry and lyrics are not about eating and drinking, where can you think of it, if you are like this, it will be difficult for me!" Liu Yuanshan smiled, took a cup from the side and poured a cup of hot water for Xue Huan.

Xue Huan Nunu mouthed and said, "If you don't drink, you will chant a song for me today, and you will sing the snow!" ”

She was originally a heavenly daughter of the Snow Country who had no quarrel with the world, but now she is jealous, and she really can't pull a hundred cows.

Liu Yuanshan smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, you wait for me for a while, let me think about it for a while!" But he said in his heart: The last time I used the book of God to query, there were many poems about Yongxue in the Qing Dynasty, but Zheng Banqiao's one was ranked first, and the ones behind were afraid that it would be difficult to get up, even if it was recited, Xue Huan would definitely be unhappy, how should this be good.

After thinking for a while, Liu Yuanshan nodded, smiled and said to Xue Huan: "Yes, you listen well!" ”

"Humph!" Xue Huan snorted, her face full of coquettishness: "It's about the same!" ”

She also knows that composing poems and lyrics is not about eating and drinking, and she also knows that Liu Yuanshan may not be able to make any good poems, but as long as it is a poem sent by Liu Yuanshan, she will like it, but in fact, it is not to compare with the little county lord.

However, when the poems in Liu Yuanshan's mouth slowly came out, she was instantly touched.

"It's not about the habit of loving a light appearance, and the cold place is better. Don't have roots and shoots, not the rich flowers of the world. Who can regret Xie Niang's farewell, wandering the world. The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is thousands of miles away. ”

What Liu Yuanshan recited in the mouth was a very famous Yongxue poem by the famous Nalan Xingde in later generations.

Xue Huan took a deep breath, frowned slightly, actually stood up from the stone bench, gently pulled her skirt with her left hand and walked to the edge of the pavilion, stretched out her right hand, and a crystal clear snowflake floated into her white and slender palm.

She put away her hand, but the snowflake melted into a drop of clear water when it was heated.

"Don't have roots and shoots, it's not a rich flower!"

Xue Huan raised her head and chanted softly, her eyes in a trance.

"Wandering the world, the cold moon is sad, and the west wind is in the sea and sand."

"Ten thousand miles of west wind Hanhai sand!"

"Hanhai Sand!"

Liu Yuanshan was suddenly shocked in his heart, the secret road was broken, I only cared about my own performance, I didn't think about the artistic conception in this poem, although this chant is snow, it is indeed the west wind Hanhai outside the desert, Xue Huan is from Beihai, isn't it that he was seduced by this poem and missed his master?

"Xue Huan!" Liu Yuanshan also gently stood up from the stone bench, walked to her side, patted her shoulder with his hand, and asked, "Are you homesick?" ”

"Nope!" Xue Huan's eyes were slightly red, but she didn't dare to look back at Liu Yuanshan, she just replied softly: "San Lang's poems are well written, Xue Huan is very touched when she listens to it, look at this snow!" ”

"Homesick!" Liu Yuanshan patted her shoulder again with great certainty and said, "It's okay, everyone will be homesick!" ”

"No, I'm not homesick, I'm ......" Xue Huan wanted to lie, but somehow, her nose was sore, and her voice became unnatural.

"I just miss my master a little, and my senior sister, my junior sister!"

"It's okay!" Liu Yuanshan took a step forward, took her hand and said: "You think it's normal for them, when the New Year is over, I will accompany you to Shennong Mountain, go to Lotus Mountain to practice, and when you cultivate to a high level, you will return to the Beihai faction, and we will have no worries!" ”

"Alas......" Xue Huan shook her head and sighed deeply, "Where is there such an easy thing, not to mention that my cultivation is completely lost now, even if I get my cultivation again, it will only be one-twelfth of the previous one." Besides, as soon as I come and go, things are not people, so I have practiced kung fu, and it has nothing to do with the Beihai faction! ”

"Don't feel sorry for me, my master and sister won't suffer anywhere, I just miss them and don't worry about them, it'll be fine after a while." Xue Huan's eyes were red, and she smiled back: "Being with you is my choice, and I will not regret it for the rest of my life!" ”