"Who is this Wang Qijun?"

"The previous dynasty's criminal department was still in the book, this person studied criminal law drilling, and solved a lot of strange cases. I've read this "Thaumaturgical Essay", and it's still fun to flip through it as an idle book. ”

"You're so well-informed, I'm ashamed of myself." He smiled.

The light in the cloud pavilion was dim, and he walked to the window with the book of "Thaumaturgical Essays", and the daylight filtered into the cotton paper, which was broken by the window lattice, outlining the delicate silhouette of his face.

Quietly.

It was as if the air was still floating with the smell of dust at that moment that year, wrapped in scattered memories, wafting in.

Su Yi opened his eyes, and the warm light in his dream, as well as the delicate face, collapsed. In front of him was the gray and yellowish wall of the inner court supervisor, and the thin winter light penetrated through the small window above the wall, illuminating the cold room.

Tick. It was the dull sound of the winter snow melting and falling on the eaves of the house, hitting the bluestone outside the window.

It snowed again in Xijing.

"I love snow days." Guihe took out the hot wine jug from the water and shook it at him, "Especially warm a pot of light wine." Would you like to have a drink? ”

Su Yi nodded, looked around as Guihe poured wine, and said with a smile: "This decadent Zhuguo Mansion also has a different taste. He took the wine cup, "Everyone else is looking for a warm place in such weather, so you come to this cold and desolate place." ”

"Quiet."

"It's too quiet."

Guihe took a sip of wine, exhaled a faint white smoke, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be illusory. "I used to sit down on my own. When the peach trees are blooming in the spring, the leaves fall in the fall, and the first snow in the winter. ”

"What about summer?"

"Cicadas chirp and frogs chirp, and it's very noisy."

"I used to do it myself?" Su Yi asked a little cautiously.

Guihe nodded, "Yes." I don't have any friends, and those general acquaintances bring me bad interest, so it's better to be alone. ”

Su Yi curled his lips and smiled, and raised his head to drink the wine in the cup. A faint sweetness, a mild heat, slides from the throat all the way into the heart.

"I still like snow the most." Gui He looked out of the hexagonal pavilion, the pond was already frozen, and a few brown withered lotus were crooked in a vast white. He looked at it for a while, and said lightly: "Everything looks very clean." ”

Is it a coincidence?

He was defeated in a snowstorm that buried everything he cared about or didn't care about for more than twenty years, including himself. Everything appeared very clean.

There was a knock at the door of the inner court, and the sound of soft footsteps swayed through the empty porch, approaching, until the door of his cell stopped.

Su Yi withdrew his gaze from the window and turned his head, the corridor outside the wooden fence was dim, and he couldn't see anything for a while.

"Brother Huang."

Su Yi smiled, squinted his eyes, and saw the snow-white silver fox fur daku, and the dazzling bright yellow that came out of the daze.

"It's the emperor." He said lightly, with a hint of sarcasm.

Su Jin looked at Su Yi silently for a while, "Brother Huang has lost a lot of weight. ”

"Hmm." Su Yi turned his head again and squinted at the window.

Su Jin also looked at him and asked, "Does the imperial brother want to go out?" ”

"I didn't think about anything. Su Jin, what do you want? You are the emperor, why should the emperor ask a sinner. ”

An Liang asked people to add a pot of charcoal, and moved a chair over, Su Zhen wrapped the fox fur on his body and sat down, thought for a while and said: "If it is me who is sitting in it now, the imperial brother probably will not hesitate." ”

"You hesitate?" Su Yi laughed twice, "That's not the mood that an emperor should have." ”

"I didn't hesitate, I just promised others not to kill you. That's all. ”

"Someone else?" Su Yi frowned slightly, and was about to ask who he was, but Su Jin changed the subject and said, "Your wife, Cui Yanyan is dead." ”

Su Yi turned his head abruptly to look at him, and after a while, he slowly bent down, rubbed his eye sockets with both hands, and asked in a low voice: "That stupid girl ......, did she commit suicide?" ”

"It's suicide." Su Jin beckoned to An Liang, and An Liang brought a tea tray with a pot of wine warm in the porcelain bowl and two cups.

He took out the wine jug with his sleeves and poured two glasses of wine, one of which he asked An Liang to hand in to Su Yi.

"I remember that the royal brother likes to drink warm wine on snowy days, so I brought it here today."

"I don't like it." Su Yi said stiffly.

Su Jin smiled disappreciatively, and sniffed lightly under his nose with a wine glass, "Like it or not, have a drink, it should be a farewell." ”

Su Yi raised his head and smiled, and pinched the wine cup in his hand, "The severed head wine given by the emperor himself?" ”

"It's not." Su Jin lowered his eyes and shook his head, and said softly: "It's not that I will say goodbye to you, but you and I will say goodbye to a friend." ”

Su Yi was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked quickly to the wooden fence. Su Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, he blocked the sunlight that came in through the small window, leaving only a slender silhouette, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"It's a pity." Su Zhen said.

Su Yi's lips moved, but he couldn't speak. The wine in his hand spilled a little because of the trembling, and it spilled in the palm of his hand, and it quickly cooled down.

"He wants me not to kill you." Su Jin's words were very plain, he raised the wine glass in his hand, and then flipped his wrist, and the glass of wine fell to the ground and drew an arc, "I agreed." ”

"You killed him?" Su Yi's voice was a little hoarse.

Su Zhen shook his head, "It's Cui Yanyan." He stood up, looked at Su Yi and said, "When I was a child, you taught me to play chess, and told me that a wrong step is a wrong step." Brother Huang, what move did you start wrong in this game of chess? ”

Su Yi stood in the faint light, but it seemed to be darker than the quietest corner in the world. Su Zhen looked at him silently for a while, and sighed, "Go to the wake for your father, I won't kill you." ”

After Su Jin finished speaking, he turned around and walked outside the prison. After walking a few steps, I heard Su Yi's suppressed voice behind him.

"Guihe, gone."

"Yes, it's gone." He replied.

Tick. Outside the window dripping snow from the eaves.

In the dream, thousands of layers of snow have flown up, but the morning sun has become empty together.

On October 17, the 21st year of Jingde, Su Yi died in the inner court prison at the age of 22.