"I can't see her face, I just feel cold in front of me."

There was a yellow-skinned and wrinkled old gentleman standing in the hall. His hair was silver, and he was neatly groomed backwards. The blue-black robe swayed slowly with him.

He turned slowly. A hand as dry as goosebump rested on a somewhat clumsy back. The other, equally thin hand, stroked the long gray goat's beard.

"Alas~" he sighed lightly.

In the criss-crossed folds, there are endless regrets and regrets.

"Madame, please go back,"

With that, he turned around.

With his back to everyone, only a thin back was revealed.

"Divine doctor, divine doctor, please, please save my young lady!"

The woman in red kowtowed her head again: "Red silk is willing...... I will stay with you to make cattle and horses, and I will only ask for a miracle doctor...... Give my lady a chance to live,"

Out of the inner hall came a lady in fine clothes with a pearl-covered head.

She moved the lotus step lightly and walked to the front of the hall gracefully and generously. stretched out his crisp hand, which was as white as autumn frost, and helped up the woman in red who was kneeling on the ground.

"Red Silk, get up quickly," her voice was faint, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

The wishful coil ring between the goose's neck shines in the afternoon sun.

"Alas," Divine Doctor Xue sighed, "Don't embarrass you two for old age,"

"Not me...... I don't want to help, but ...... Madame's poisoning is too deep. If my wife had come for treatment two years earlier, I would still be 40% sure of a cure. Nowadays......"

Divine Doctor Xue shook his head, picked up his pen and brushed on the straw paper.

After a while, he raised his silver hair and handed the yellow paper full of words to the woman in red kneeling in front of the hall.

"I prescribed a recipe for raising, and my wife will be able to live and recuperate after she goes back. Take your medicine on time, move around more, worry less, and see everything better. ”

The smoky blue twisted cardigan swayed. She looked sideways, her face calm and windless.

"How long will I live," she said.

Doctor Xue held his hands behind his back, and his voice was old and weak: "At most, it will be four or five years, and at least two or three months." If you follow this recipe carefully, it is not impossible to survive for five years,"

"Thank you for the reminder,"

She casually placed several large silver tickets on the pineapple counter. He took out another excellent jade ruyi and gently pressed it against the pile of silver paper on the counter.

"Red Silk, let's go,"

The ring clink sounded, and she stepped on the broken lotus step and walked gracefully and calmly.

"Miss, Miss, wait for me," Red Silk anxiously lifted the corners of her skirt and trotted to follow.

Zhaorui rolled up his sleeves and followed the distant shadow tightly: "Master~ Or, I'll take a look?"

"No, go back quickly!"

The carriage rattled and continued in the direction of the east of the city.

……

There was a heavy snow in Jiangyang, and the winter wind that had been whimpering all night finally stopped temporarily.

The snow was falling, and I walked a few steps to the window, which was already covered in silver, and there was no figure on the old bluestone street.

No one came, so I simply put on a fox coat with lapels and went to walk by Qingyue Lake outside the city gate.

Look at the hot air that he exhales, turning into a cloud of mist in the cold sky.

remembered that before leaving, Su Niang hurriedly chased after her. He shoved the filigree into my hand and ran back like a rabbit.

I suddenly smiled, and there was a little warmth in my heart.

Before I knew it, I had gone to the depths of Merlin in the eastern suburbs.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that a few days ago, Merlin was still dull. After a night of wind and snow, the red plum on the branch is as fragrant as promised.

Ah Yan often said that the plum blossoms under the snow curtain are very beautiful. Laypeople like me are always unable to comprehend it.

Now Ah Yan has been away from the world for more than 300 years. I also looked, such a red plum is more than 300 degrees of snow.

It turns out that the most beautiful thing has always been the heart of the flower watcher.

I lowered my eyes, and a snowflake melted into the palm of my hand. The cold water stains took away a layer of heat.

"Childe, Childe,"

There seemed to be a whisper in my ear.

I stopped and looked sideways, and my voice was lost in the white snowflakes.

It's strange that in the blue sky and daylight, this kind of hallucination was born.

I settled down and swept away the chaotic thoughts in my head. After passing through the dense plum forest, I came straight to the edge of Qingyue Lake.

I don't want to be in the middle of the lake, someone has already taken the lead. An old man wearing a wide-brimmed bamboo hat and a tan robe. is sitting leisurely in the pavilion in the middle of the lake to warm wine and make tea, and the boat moored near the pavilion has long been full of silver flowers.

I cheekily walked down the road, walked into the snowy lake pavilion, and begged the old man for a cup of tea.

The old man in the cloth was in good spirits and saw me walking towards the pavilion. Hurriedly took out a soft sandwich dough from the basket at his feet, put it beside him, and pulled me to sit down.

He poured himself a glass of water and wine. He reached out and handed it over, nodded and smiled at me, and invited me to raise a glass to drink.

I bowed my head, took the turbid wine with kindness, covered my plain white sleeves, and drank it all.

"Little boy, refreshed," the old man in the lily robe slowly put down his cup and looked towards the snowy lake, with unconcealed joy in his eyebrows.

"With such a heavy snowfall, the coming year must be a good year for the barn to pile up,"

I smiled and raised my glass to him.

"Merlin in the eastern suburbs is in full bloom today,"

I held my glass and said very casually.

The old man in the cloak raised his head: "Oh? All open? ”

He narrowed, his eyes were somewhat cloudy, and his mind wandered, as if caught in a memory.

"Ten years ago, it was such a heavy snowfall. At that time, the young lady of the Mei family first married here, and she was the same age as a flower. The plum garden in the eastern suburbs was set up by her husband's family. ”

"It's a pity,"

The old man in the cloth sighed: "Miss Mei is beautiful and kind, and she is gone at a young age, it's really ...... It's a shame,"

"Come, drink," I said, raising my glass, "it's hard to get a snow, you have to have a good time,"

The old man in the cloth hurriedly picked up the cup and greeted him: "Dry, dry, the little boy is right." Just drink enough today, the little guy still has it in the basket,"

After three rounds of drinking, the old man in the cloth was already a little drunk.

I looked at the sky, and the hour was not early, so I got up and said goodbye to the old man in the cloth.

The old man in the cloak opened his eyes and groped out a jar of unopened water and wine from the bamboo basket, which was stuffed into my arms.

I had no choice but to accept it, while he squinted again. He stuffed the broken silver into the doughpu and put it back in the bamboo basket beside him.

Uneasily, he set up an enchantment, so he patted his robe and hurried back to the store.

As he passed Merlin again, a low call sounded intermittently. It's like someone is in the ear, whispering something inaudible.

"Come out!"

I screamed.

"Childe, Childe," the voice gasped.

After waiting for a while, no one showed up, so I turned around and left.

"Childe, don't go, don't go," the female voice became more eager.

The snowflakes of the plum tops suddenly condensed. Gradually, a woman was transformed, and her vague facial features began to become clear.

I saw that between the red plums, there was a white shadow standing in the background. The face is three points whiter than the red plum, and the skin is seven points whiter than the snow. The slender jade hand bowed, and between the actions, it added a bit of charm.

"The son is polite, the slave family was originally a Xitang girl. She has been married to a foreign wife for more than ten years, and her husband's parents have been doing business all year round. I can't visit my father in Xitang, and the slave family is really worried about it."

She frowned, and her face was covered with a layer of misery: "My father has been suffering from a serious illness for many years, and every winter when the first snow falls, the disease will recur. A-Niang died early, and I married disobediently into a foreign country, and there was no one by his side to support him......"

"I ...... Ignorance...... I don't know what happened to Daddy......"

She bit her pale lip, and her figure suddenly tilted, as if she was a little unsteady on her feet, and a gust of wind could blow it over.

"Childe, please, for the slave...... Deliver a letter to the slave. Wanggongzi, a slave...... All slaves are infatuated,"

She took a step forward and knelt on the ground refusing to get up.

Two clear tears flowed down his cheeks, and his black hair was stained with a few hexagonal silver flowers.

"Childe, I've been waiting for seven years, and you're the only one willing to stop for me," she said in a choked voice, raising her frozen face, "Please, if you won't help." 'M afraid...... I'm afraid that my father can't wait any longer,"

In my ears, there were bursts of sobbing again.

Her body was buried even lower. The plain white dress disappeared into the snow

I couldn't see her face, I just felt cold in front of me.