It's cold in the heights.

The higher the place, the colder and colder it tends to be.

If a person wants to go to a high place, he must endure the cold.

Tianquan Mountain under the late winter and early spring, the peach willow has appeared, but on the mountain, there are still plum blossoms in full bloom, last night, in this capital, there was a heavy snowfall.

The cold winter is not over.

Whose Winter?

……

The next day, early in the morning.

Early in the morning, Su Qing had been served by that Mei'er girl, washed and dressed neatly, this is really a gentle and lovely girl who can take care of people, always makes a pretty and moving smile, a pair of hands are as soft as cotton, and also combs his hair, helps him dress, and even carefully and gently carries him to the wheelchair and puts on a fox fur soft blanket.

Then she pushed Su Qing out of the Red Mansion and came to the ivory tower on the fourth floor with a white jade guard.

There, Yang Wuxian had been waiting for a long time, took the wheelchair, and pushed Su Qing into the tower.

As for Mei'er, she was still smiling, still smiling charmingly, squinting with a smile, looking at Su Qing who had entered the tower, and turned around and left lightly.

"Ahem, ahem—"

Su Qing hadn't entered the tower yet, and he hadn't seen the man yet, but he had already heard a cough first, a violent and rapid cough, he had never heard anyone cough so badly, Li Xunhuan's cough could finally stop, but this person's cough seemed to be endless, endless, as if the cough was about to spit out of his lungs, and the voice was muffled, as if there was something still blocked in his throat, hoarse and hoarse, listening to it was like a ghost's howl.

When he entered the tower and went up to the tower, he saw that it turned out that it was a red and black blood clot, which was spit out in the spittoon, so that the coughing person on the bed, his stiff and stiff body, suddenly collapsed heavily, collapsed on the bed, like a puddle of mud, from time to time spasms and convulsions, and his thin chest was still rising and falling.

Su Qing had already seen the man.

There were only four people in the room, Yang Wuxie, him, the person on the bed, and the person serving by the bedside.

"You're here!"

The man on the collapse hugged a jasper pillow, slowly turned his head sideways, and looked at Su Qing, his sickly tone, weak as if there was nothing, and his breath was like a gossamer.

Su Qing looked at this person, maybe he was no longer a human being, because this person had already lost his appearance and was sick.

He is like an old man in the last years of the wind and candles, the oil has run out of lamps, most of the hair on his head has already fallen off due to the continuous medicine stone soup day and night, and has become sparse and shallow, and his thin cheeks like dry wood have been deeply deflated, it seems that he can no longer eat food, he can only eat liquid food, his eyebrows are shrouded in an ink-stained black gas, and his sunken eye sockets seem to be bottomless, only a pair of eyeballs, bones turning, gray and dull.

It's like a persimmon under the sun, which has been exposed to the sun for ten days and a half, seems to have no flesh and blood under its skin, and it is alive and well as a skeleton dressed in human skin.

And his two hands holding the jade pillow were like dry wood in the desert, and he only felt that if he exerted a little force, he would break.

But, if Su Qing remembers correctly, the person in front of him seems to be in his early thirties, he is really terminally ill, such a non-human and ghost-like appearance, it looks like life is worse than death, not to mention still alive.

This person is the leading boss of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building, the chief scoop handle, the red sleeve knife, and Su Mengzhen.

It's his winter.

The wheelchair has stopped.

Su Qing looked at this person, and suddenly smiled lightly, he actually had the heart to laugh, and he could still laugh, he said: "I thought that I was miserable enough, it seems that you are even worse than me!" ”

The atmosphere in the room was instantly cold, and even Yang Wuxie, a kind and elegant man, had a trace of coldness between his eyebrows at this moment.

But Su Mengzhen also smiled.

He smiled, and the coldness in the room suddenly dissipated again.

"yes, we're miserable!"

His face was simply ugly, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

"Is there anything you want to do?"

He asked.

"If you want to do anything, I can satisfy you, power, women, money!"

Su Qing sat in a wheelchair, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Can I be a gentleman?" It's the kind of person who doesn't have to do anything, doesn't care, doesn't have to think, can spend money and enjoy himself, and can still be a powerful person! ”

When Su Mengzhen heard his words, he moved his faint pupils, and said even more faintly: "This is not easy, because from the moment you go up the mountain, there are already many people staring at you in this capital, as long as you do something wrong, the price may be your life." But, in the end, the country of this golden wind and drizzle building was laid by the surname Su, and your identity is qualified to enjoy and even squander, this is what you deserve, I promise you! ”

"In addition, I'll give you another position, after all, to be powerful, you also have to have a certain status!"

Su Qing accepted it calmly. "Good!"

Su Mengzhen's faint pupils suddenly seemed to light up, like two ghost fires, and he said, "Have you already thought about what position you want?" ”

Su Qing said: "I've always had a question? ”

Su Mengzhen took a hard breath.

"You ask!"

Su Qing pondered for a moment and said softly, "Why is there only a hall master in the six-and-a-half-minute hall?" How come there is no Golden Wind Drizzle Building? ”

Su Mengzhen's pupils were even brighter, as if he was looking at Su Qing, he only looked back and forth at his body, as if he wanted to see a flower, and then took a deep breath and groaned. "I understand, then from now on, you will be the lobby master of the Golden Wind Drizzle Building!"

"This is Doctor Shu, let him help you look at your feet, maybe there is still a treatment, the two of us, if one of us can stand up, it will be a good thing after all!"

When he finished speaking, he turned his head, as if he was very tired, and he was about to fall asleep, and closed his eyes.

The middle-aged man who had been standing next to the soft couch arched his hand at Su Qing and smiled kindly: "I've seen the hall master!" ”

Su Qing's smile was soft, and he had already let Doctor Shu look at his feet, but Doctor Shu quickly shook his head and sighed. "The feet of the hall master, the muscles and bones are broken, they are like rootless trees, and most of the flesh and blood have withered and died, and it is difficult to continue, I can't do anything!"

Su Mengzhen didn't speak, he seemed to be asleep.

Looked at.

Yang Wuxian cautiously pushed Su Qing, who was wearing shoes and socks, to retreat.

But just after Su Qing withdrew.

On the soft couch, the faint pupils opened again.

Su Mengzhen asked a little tiredly, "How is it?" ”

Doctor Tree stood aside. "It's really broken, it's hard to continue!"

Su Mengzhen smiled bitterly: "I should have known!" ”

"But—"

"But what?"

But Doctor Shu suddenly changed his words, and Su Mengzhen was about to take it over, and his voice changed slightly.

I heard the tree doctor whisper: "Ordinary people can't easily see it, but according to my years of experience, the hall master's legs and feet are not simply disabled, but they are broken and crushed by someone with a powerful palm force, the higher you go, the bigger the broken bones become, it is obvious that the injury is from the soles of the feet, such a tragic injury should be caused by fighting, and——"

After Su Mengzhen listened, he took his words lightly. "Moreover, that person's skill should be much higher than him, but he is still alive, which means that the other person must be dead!"

He paused at this, then smiled.

"It seems that my cousin is not simple!"

……

And inside the Red Mansion.

Now there are actually two people talking about Su Qing, and they are also talking about his legs and feet.

One of them is naturally Mei'er, and the other is a man in white with a handsome and cold face, a sharp silhouette, and a fair complexion. This person, standing in the wind, looking at the sky with his hands in his hands, has a long and straight body, extremely handsome facial features, thin eyebrows and thin lips, but his eyebrows are raised like a knife flying obliquely, giving people a sharp and fierce chill.

"How?"

He asked lightly.

Mei'er smiled: "I've seen it, I've pinched it, his feet, it seems to have no bones, there is no difference, hehe, it's just a cripple, and I need you, the deputy landlord, to see it in person?" ”

The deputy owner?

Everyone knows that now there is only one deputy owner of the entire Golden Wind Drizzle Building, Bai Choufei.

The person in front of him was Bai Choufei, and he sneered:

"Crippled? As long as his surname is Su, it is enough for me to come and see him in person, not to mention, I heard that this person is still a blood relative of Su Mengzhen, so I have to come and see it. ”

At this time, Mei'er was already walking towards the ivory tower like a gust of wind.

Because Su Qing had already come out, and Bai Choufei had also seen the person in a wheelchair.

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