"What are you looking at, Miss? Isn't it cold when the cold wind comes in? "Place a newly heated pure copper hand stove on Song Zhi's lap month by month.

Song Zhi put down the curtain of the bright yellow sparrow pattern thick cotton sandwich, she avoided the sight of the moon, lowered her head and touched the hand stove, "Blow some cold wind to wake up." ”

She saw Rui Xi flash outside just now, and he was still wearing the indigo blue clothes he wore when he was kicked out by the Lin Mansion, and this dress was now about to turn black, and it was in tatters.

Obviously, after leaving the Lin Mansion, Rui Xi did not have a good life. Rui Xi probably didn't see Song Zhi, but he should have seen the carriage of the Zhenxi General's Mansion.

Zhuyue was thinking about the recipes in Ming's small kitchen in her heart, and suddenly heard Song Zhi chuckling, looking up at Zhuyue, she saw Song Zhi holding the stove and looking at it carefully, although the corners of her mouth were hooked, there was no smile in her eyes.

"This hand stove, when did you not pay attention and took the wrong mother's kiss." The thumb stroked the carved ornament on the pure copper wall, on which a pair of golden boys and girls were carved.

Song Zhi stared at the chubby female doll for a while, and noticed that the carriage was gradually stopping, so he handed the hand stove to Zhuyue and got out of the carriage directly.

"Miss?" Holding this hand stove month by month, he was a little confused for a while, but he also noticed that Song Zhi's mood suddenly became bad.

Zhuyue hurriedly got out of the car, only to see Song Zhi standing at the door of the Zhenxi General's Mansion, standing in the long shadow of Song Blade.

"Big brother, are you back?" Song Zhi was very tall, and Song Zhi needed to raise his head to see his face. He stood against the light, his face dark, but you could feel the coldness around him.

When he brought Song Ling's stump back and threw it to Song Zhi, he was in exactly the same posture, using his own shadow to wrap Song Zhi in darkness.

Song Jian didn't look like Song Ling at all, but more like Zheng. A pair of long, narrow eyes, sharp corners, messy eyebrows, and a rough nose seem to be pinched out casually. He only glanced at Song Zhi coldly, then turned around and left.

Song Zhi looked at his back, her ten nails had faded to blood, but they were turning back to pink little by little. When Song Jian really stood in front of her, it was not as terrifying as in her dream.

Fear of this kind of thing, you take a step back, it goes further; You take a step further, it takes a step back.

"Miss? Don't stand in the wind, let's go in, shall we? Holding Song Zhi's rabbit down cloak in her arms, a gust of cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but shiver.

……

Compared with knives and swords, Song Ling prefers knives, he feels that although swordsmanship is fast and sharp, it is not strong and feminine. But he didn't dare to say this in front of Shen Baiyan, every time he said it, he would be pulled out by that guy to compete, and he would lose more and win less.

Just like today, Song Ling took off her single clothes and was sweating profusely, and her whole body was covered with steaming white moisture. "No, no, no, no." Song Ling waved her hand again and again, "Jing Yu, let's do this today!" I just don't have the strength to fight anymore. ”

Shen Baiyan only gasped slightly, he inserted a slender long sword with a cold light back into the scabbard, and said slowly: "Knife, always strong. However, the dragon tooth knife you use is too heavy, and if it is a long-term battle, it will require a lot of arm strength from the knife maker, and you are still a little short of fire. ”

"How do you say exactly what my dad said!" Song Ling sat on the ground paralyzed, helpless.

"General Zhenxi's eyes are like torches, and he can see your shortcomings at a glance." Shen Baiyan showed no mercy under his mouth, Song Ling glanced at him, and then glanced out of the courtyard gate.

"Feilan, they are very neat, rest assured." Shen Baiyan handed Song Ling the soft towel that wiped his sweat, and Song Ling took it and wiped it on his face casually.

"I never worry about the two of them." A drop of salty sweat flowed from Song Ling's eyelids, and he blinked subconsciously, "I'm just thinking about my little sister." ”

"What's wrong with her?" Shen Baiyan walked up to Song Ling and dragged him up.

"Do you remember what I told you about Song Jian when he was a child? It's to leave me in the trap, and Wuxuan......

Wu Xuan is a mastiff that Song Ling raised when she was a child. Song Ling found this little mastiff out of nowhere, mixed with some wolf dog blood, and was extremely alert. He gave this puppy to Song Ling as a birthday gift, and Song Ling liked it very much, and he had to take it with him for meals, baths, and sleep. Even when he went to school, he let Wu Xuan lie outside and wait for him.

A year later, also on Song Ling's birthday, he received the dragon tooth knife sent by Song Ling from the border pass, just when he was the happiest, he found that Wu Xuan was gone, Song Ling searched all over the house and did not find Wu Xuan, and finally heard Song Yan's scream, and found that Song Yan and Song Yan stood behind the rockery and looked panicked Song Yan and Song Jian with an expressionless face. And Wu Xuan, covered in blood, was lying at Song Jian's feet, still whimpering softly.

Before Song Ling could react, Song Jian stepped on it with one foot, silent.

"Brother, the eldest brother didn't mean it, this dog scared me, so my brother killed it." Song Yan made a very frightened look, but unfortunately her acting skills at that time were not as perfect as they are now, and her pretentious look had already torn this lie to shreds.

But the Lin family, who arrived later, couldn't understand it, and was still persuading Song Ling.

Song Ling looked at their brother and sister and her naïve mother, and suddenly calmed down for some reason, swallowing full of anger, burning his heart and pain. He took off his coat, wrapped Wu Xuan's body, and turned to leave.

Shen Baiyan was also very impressed by the little mastiff, although Shen Baiyan liked dogs very much, but because his mother was afraid of dogs, he couldn't raise them. Song Ling often brought Wu Xuan to meet with Shen Baiyan, and Shen Baiyan knew that Wu Xuan was very smart, rarely barked, and it was impossible for him to take the initiative to attack people.

The two sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, Shen Baiyan rarely showed a little lax and lazy look, he lowered his long and dense eyelashes, covering his amazing eyes, he felt a little dry mouth, and his voice was a little astringent, "The reason why life is called sex, what was exposed when I was a child is my nature, and when I grow up, I will hide it in my character." ”

"I told Zhi'er about these things, she was too close to Song Yan at that time, I wanted her to be wary of those two siblings, but Zhi'er became very afraid of him, and always had nightmares." Song Ling touched the calluses on her palm, looking a little worried.

"I don't think she's the fragile kind of girl." Shen Baiyan suddenly spoke, "She found out that woman, right?" ”

Song Ling nodded helplessly, "I don't even know how she did it, a little clue can make her think so many twists and turns." ”

"She wants to protect you, doesn't even your sister protect Song Jian? From childhood to adulthood, this sister of Song Jian is really capable. Shen Baiyan said, Song Ling turned his head to look at him suddenly, first-class sweat, the redness on his eyelids became even more obvious, he wiped his eyes indiscriminately, a drop of salty sweat flowed into his eyelashes along his straight eyebrow bones, his eyeballs felt a tingling pain, and even his vision was blurred, only to hear Shen Baiyan's flat and waveless voice continue.

"I have also heard of Song Blade's style in the army, he is decisive and cold, and the blade army under him is expanding rapidly. I think I'll be able to stand up to your father's Zhenxi Army in time. ”

In the fight just now, Shen Baiyan only had a little sweat oozing on his forehead, not as embarrassed as Song Ling, his face was still as white as jade and as handsome as the moon.

He looked down at the light brown cold tea in the cup, he didn't know what he was thinking, he suddenly raised his head and smiled meaninglessly, "The Zhang family is a family business that is too good and too suitable, and from the perspective of the two of you, it will definitely ruin this family business." ”

Tai Lieutenant Zhang Shuo was born as a civilian official, but he joined the army at the age of nineteen and made good military achievements. Emperor Shun'an saw that he was able to write and martial arts, and he was not from a family, and he did not have those intricate relationships, so he gave him the position of Tai Lieutenant, although he was a civilian official, he was in charge of military dispatch.

If Song Jian marries Zhang Xinlan, it will really be like a tiger. One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, if he is powerful, is there still a foothold for Song Ling?

Song Ling licked his dry lips, after a fight, he was a little exhausted now, only to feel that the bluestone brick floor under his feet seemed to have turned into a soft and wet swamp, and even the stone bench sank a little more, wet sweat flowed down his back, and damp sweat came out of every joint of his body.

Song Ling looked at Shen Baiyan in a daze for a while, and a gust of cold wind pried a hole in his heavenly spirit cover, and the sweat turned into a chill. "I'm only eleven years old, have you thought so much?"

The sunset is not as beautiful as the morning glow, and it is extraordinarily scarlet and warm, like a fine red brocade scattered on the ground, crawling and flowing.

It was like a piece of white jade with a little blood in it, and Shen Baiyan's jaw was hung with a fleeting vermilion color. He thought of Song Zhi's pretty little face, and suddenly had a guess in his heart, which made him feel a little unspeakable pleasure, like a hunter seeing a cunning little rabbit hiding and showing a little furry ear tip.

"Jing Yu?" Song Ling saw that Shen Baiyan was silent, so he shouted.

Shen Baiyan came back to his senses, tilted his neck and drank the tea in the cup, and said, "Eleven years old, not young." ”

Song Ling was silent, when Shen Changxing and Cui Man died, Shen Baiyan was also eleven years old.

That year, the rain was abundant, and people didn't like a big drought year, but too much rain was not a good thing, and the roots of the crops were rotting in the ground. In the autumn, it rained for two months in a row, and it didn't even shine for a day.

That day, Shen Changxing took Cui Man to the outskirts of Beijing to inspect the affected farmland, and encountered a flash flood caused by heavy rain, and even people and cars were buried under the rolling torrent.

said that it was a natural disaster, but Shen Baiyan didn't believe it.