Huan'er is Qin Huan, the only son of Prime Minister Qin Jian and a friend of the traitor Su Qinglang.

When Mrs. Qin was pregnant for ten months, she suffered a major sin of childbirth, and after giving birth to her son, she fell ill, and died not long after, and Prime Minister Qin raised her with a handful of and urine.

Although he was born with a golden soup spoon in his mouth, he is a typical second-generation rich son official, and he has what he wants, but when it comes to his background, he is actually pitiful.

Especially in those years, Prime Minister Qin Cheng thought about forming a party and framing Zhongliang all day long, and he was inevitably a little negligent to him, because he always felt very indebted, and now it hurts even more to the bones.

Su Qinglang walked on the cobblestone road in the Changxue Garden, with a delicate attic at the end, a pool of bluestone and clear water next to it, surrounded by apricot blossoms, and falling flowers like snow.

remembered that some time ago, when he was beaten on a blind date, Qin Huan also gave him a bottle of snow dew, deliberately degrading him, and then remembered that with his majestic and high-spirited body, he was able to freeze himself to illness on the lonely mountain, and the retribution came so quickly, it is really sad, respectable and lamentable.

I was thinking about it, but when I looked up, I saw a cluster of apricot blossoms, craggy and open on the branches, half blooming, half shy, very lovely.

So, stretching out his hand to climb down, for a while the petals were like rain, fluttering down with the action, the clothes were dyed with fragrant dust, and the apricot blossoms fell all over his head.

He took the flower branch in his hand, waved away his embarrassment, and walked into the room, only to see a son in purple and ermine, leaning on the beauty couch, covered with a blanket.

In the luxurious and spacious room, there are thousands of books and paintings, which are divided according to the category, neatly placed, hanging high, and the dust is not clean.

In the golden beast copper furnace in the middle, sandalwood is slowly burning, and under the light gauze curtain, there are lilac clouds, scattered in mid-air, like a dream.

At this moment, the purple-clothed man was silent, quietly looking at the apricot blossoms outside the window.

A little guy knelt under the couch and said with a bowl of medicinal juice: "Young master, it's time to take medicine." ”

After several calls, the other party didn't seem to hear it, and after a long time, he said, "Take it down, I don't want to eat." ”

The little servant said again: "The imperial doctor in the palace is also here, and he has been waiting in the house for a long time, let him come in and show the young master?" ”

Qin Huan frowned, sighed again, and said impatiently: "Let him go back, I don't want to see it." ”

Su Qinglang was leaning against the door, and when he saw this, he walked over, and said provocatively: "The eldest lady on East Street hanged herself, the eldest lady on West Street went on a hunger strike, Young Master Qin, who is sick and doesn't take medicine, and doesn't see a doctor, do you still want people to coax you?" ”

Qin Huan was stunned when he heard his voice, and then he came to his senses, turned his head and smiled: "Qinglang, you are here." ”

Su Qinglang walked to the wooden table in the room, put the apricot blossom in his hand in the bottle, and said, "I was walking on the road, I accidentally saw it, and I thought you should like it, so I folded it off." ”

After a pause, he raised his eyes to look at Qin Huan again, and said with a smile: "Borrow flowers to offer Buddha, Young Master Qin, don't blame me for being vulgar, ruining the flowers in your garden." ”

Qin Huan smiled lightly and coughed again: "I've been bored in the room for the past few days, and when I saw the apricot blossoms in the garden, I wanted to go out for a walk." ”

Su Qinglang said: "If you want to walk and relax, I will help you out, but when Xiangye blames him later, you have to say that it is all your own idea." ”

Qin Huan smiled again, shook his head and sighed: "That's it, since I am a gift to you, there is already a scenery in the house, why should I go out and suffer again?" ”

Su Qinglang walked over to him and said, "This is strange, I don't appreciate the good flowers in the garden, but I just fell in love with my flowers, Young Master Qin's taste is really different." ”

Qin Huan glanced at the apricot blossoms he folded, then looked at Su Qinglang, and replied lightly: "If I say that the scenery is good or bad, it all depends on the mood of the people who look at the scenery, I'm afraid that you will say that I am numb again, right?" ”

Su Qinglang pursed his lips, did not answer, came to his bed and sat down, reached out and touched his face.

He pulled his lips again and said, "It's a fever, let you add more clothes, it seems that Young Master Qin is taking my words as a deaf ear." ”

Qin Huan's face was not very good, looking sick, like an angry little daughter-in-law, with no energy.

Hearing this, he coughed, lowered his head and said, "No, I was drinking with my father in the pavilion that day, and I suffered from the cold wind and missed the time to rest." ”

He paused, and then said, "Jia Siqi's matter...... Dad, he's embarrassing you? ”

Su Qinglang took the medicine bowl from the little man's hand, stirred it, and put a spoonful to his mouth, Qin Huan hesitated for a moment, but still drank it honestly.

Hearing him answer: "No, I have to thank Young Master Qin for interceding for me, otherwise Xiangye would not be so tolerant of me." ”

Qin Huan took a sip of medicine, leaned on the soft pillow behind him, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "This Jia Siqi is really bold, relying on his father to call the shots, thinking that I don't dare to touch him...... When I get well, I'm going to be angry for you. ”

Su Qinglang smiled, took another spoonful for him and said, "Forget it, you can get better." ”

Under Su Qinglang's care, Young Master Qin finally finished drinking the medicine, wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then turned his head to the little servant below and ordered: "Go and bring my chessboard, I want to play two games with Qinglang." ”

Seeing that the little guy was about to go down, Su Qinglang stopped, looked at Qin Huan and said, "You are sick now, can you still play chess with me?" ”

Qin Huan lowered his head and smiled, and said lazily: "Although it is a little confused, but my brain is still good, and I don't want to win or lose when playing against you, as long as I can stay with you for a while." ”

Su Qinglang turned sideways, handed the medicine bowl in his hand to the little servant, and waved him down.

said angrily: "You don't want to win or lose, but I still want to have fun, now I play chess with you, don't say anything about winning, I'm afraid that someone will blame me for bullying the sick number." ”

Seeing him like this, Qin Huan didn't insist anymore, looked at Su Qinglang for a moment, stretched out his hand, and held his hand quietly.

Because he was sick, the temperature was much higher than usual, and the palm of his hand was on the back of his hand, which was slightly hot.

In a light tone, he asked tentatively: "Do you have anything to do today, if not, you might as well ...... Stay with me for one night. ”

Su Qinglang lowered his eyes, glanced at his hand, looked at Qin Huan again, nodded, and replied, "Okay." ”

The room fell silent, only the sound of crane-shaped copper leaking, once, twice, a little abrupt, a little embarrassing.

Qin Huan was silent for a long time before he spoke: "I had a dream yesterday that we returned to the time when this garden was just built. ”

The Qin Prime Minister's Mansion has been built for a long time, but this garden has not been built for a long time, only about five or six years.

If you want to ask about the origin of this garden, it is actually related to Su Qinglang.

When Young Master Qin entered the Guozijian to study, there were many sons of eunuchs and ministers, who competed with each other and wanted to use him to please the father who was the prime minister.

However, Young Master Qin is different from the sons of other traitorous ministers, first, he did not form a gang, second, he did not bully others, and even among the crowd, he did not even have a superfluous word.

Gentle and elegant, well-behaved, and very tolerant of others, he is like a humble gentleman, not at all like the son of the traitor Qin Qian.

However, his background is there, even if everyone knows that he is a good person, but because of his father, he has never been able to be honest with him.

The son of the loyal minister's family thinks his father is a traitor and does not want to associate with him, and the descendants of the traitor's family think that he is an unenlightened nerd, so they are becoming more and more estranged.

Over time, the son of Prime Minister Qin's family, in the Guozi Prison, could only go alone, and he didn't have a friend, but at this moment, Su Qinglang appeared.

Not only was he willing to talk to him and associate with him, but he even invited him to his home warmly and heartily.

Su Qinglang's second mother, instead of disliking his background, was very happy because her son had made friends and treated him like a parent, which made Qin Huan, who lost his mother at a young age, very moved.

I still remember that day, the two of them were sitting in the pavilion cooking tea and crabs, and the snow was falling outside, falling on the house, on the trees, on the ground, broken jade Qiongxuan, a white expanse.

Su Qinglang pointed to the pavilion and said: "This was originally a lotus pond, but my favorite is not the lotus, but now when it is the coldest time, around the stove, listening to the sound of snow falling outside, it is to later renovate the garden, the pond has expanded a lot, and the rockery has also moved out a lot, simple and clean, with a wide field of vision, and it is just right to enjoy the snow." ”

Hearing this, Qin Huan turned his head, looked through the gap in the bamboo curtain, and looked outside the pavilion, and sure enough, he found a few scattered dry lotus branches standing above the snow layer.

In the city of Chang'an, the official mansion is famous, row upon row, which minister does not have this kind of lotus pond at home, although the scene is a good scene, but see a lot, it inevitably seems vulgar.

But this garden in Su Qinglang's house made him feel different from other places from the beginning, and now after saying this, he can see the clue.

In ancient times, there was a saying that "the autumn shade does not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain", for those who have a heart, the important thing is not the dry lotus, but the desolate rain sound of the third watch in the middle of the night.

This kind of artistic conception is the same as the one in front of you, the pond rockery is slightly displaced, although it is a small change, but it makes the dry lotus become a foil, and the snow becomes the main scene in the park.

Thinking that Su Qinglang was so young and had such insight, Qin Huan admired him in his heart.

So he smiled indifferently and replied: "I didn't expect Brother Su to also study the garden, so at this glance, this garden does have a different artistic conception." ”

However, I didn't expect that as soon as the words fell, I heard Su Qinglang say a little melancholy: "The scenery is a good scene, but it's a pity, according to this change, it's okay to look down in winter, if the snow melts, when the spring comes, the lotus pond has just revealed new shoots, and the pond is too big, and it is empty everywhere, which is inevitably a little desolate and lonely." ”

Because of this sentence, Prime Minister Qin's family turned the world upside down, and invited skilled craftsmen from all over the country to build a courtyard for their son-in-law.

Three months later, after winter and spring, the snow in Su Qinglang's house melted, and there was a bleak scene everywhere, and the new garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion had just been completed.

At that time, Su Qinglang was invited to come and walked in the apricot blossom-covered mansion, only to feel that the flowers were in full bloom, surrounded by clusters, like flying snow, and every step was like walking in a dream.

Qin Huan said: "I can't make it snow in April, but I can build this garden for you to see, so that even in spring, you can also see the snow scene in winter." ”

Su Qinglang listened to his words, and he was stunned for a while, but he didn't react for a long time.

Afterwards, the two of them sat in the corridor of the building, raised their glasses and drank each other, and listened to Qin Huan say: "This garden has been built, and there is no name yet, so it is better to let Brother Su pick it up." ”

At this moment, the breeze overhead was blowing, the flower branches were swaying, and an apricot blossom fluttered down, which happened to fall in Su Qinglang's cup.

He looked at the apricot blossom in the cup, raised his eyes to look at Qin Huan and said with a smile: "The falling flowers are intentional, the snow falls silently, since my garden is called Tingxue Pavilion, it is better to call it Changxue Garden." ”

Since then, the residence of the prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion has been named Changxue Garden, and the apricot blossoms are in full bloom every year, like a snow scene somewhere, stretching undefeated.