Xiao Yin had a dream.

In the dream, it seems that I have returned to Zhicheng, by the way, on the stone path of Qingwu Mountain.

When Xiao Yin was a child, she always changed into riding clothes, and while shouting, she asked her grandmother to put her hair back up and tie a bun on the top of her head, but she looked like a young man. She sent Cai Apple out secretly, pestering Mama Xi, and running out of the palace gate happily.

At that time, my sister had not yet married Chang'an. My sister is quiet, and she is willing to sit by the window of the room all day long, looking at the clouds in the sky in a daze, or carefully take out the jasper flute from the box and play a song that turns a thousand times.

I heard that the jade flute was left to her by my sister's biological mother. Xiao Yin had never seen this woman who was said to be extremely beautiful, but Xiao Yin imagined that she should be a gentle and quiet beauty.

It's like a sister.

Xiao Yin is most afraid of boredom, and always likes to trouble his sister.

"Sister, the pear blossoms of Qingwu Mountain are blooming, let's go and see it together, doesn't my sister love the scenery of "a pear blossom falling in the evening breeze"? ”

Xiao Qiyun was as always, her eyebrows and eyes lit up first, and then then dimmed. She always said that she shouldn't always break the rules and sneak out.

Xiao Yin is always frustrated.

In the spring twilight, Qilan has the old practice of sending flowers, and it is the most lively at that time. In Zhicheng, whether it is the princess, the son, or the young master and young lady of ordinary people, they have walked out of the royal house, riding horses, boating, meeting with each other, poems, texts, piano and songs, leaving the last beautiful period for the spring of this year.

Only at that time to go out to have fun was allowed by the teaching and learning grandmothers in the royal court. At this time of year, Xiao Yin seems to have become her sister's tail. Xiao Qiyun likes the misty scenery of Yanbo Lake and the loneliness of the Qingwu Mountain trail.

When she was young, Xiao Yin said with a smile that she also liked these two places, just like her sister.

The scenery of Yanbo Lake is elegant, the four seasons are different, and it is quite prestigious. Qingwu Mountain is much more deserted.

When I was young, people were always afraid of quietness, and they were always unable to comprehend the beauty of "people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall". However, Xiao Yin likes to go to Qingwu Mountain very much.

Later, my sister got married. Later, Xiao Yin didn't like to go to Qingwu Mountain very much.

Now, coming back in a dream, it means a bit of a farewell reunion.

On the mountain road of Qingwu Mountain, she didn't know why, crying and crying, but she didn't pay attention, fell down, and her palm was bleeding nonstop. It seems that this time she ran away like when she was a child, cried for a long time, and there were no people in the royal city to flock to the left and right. The mountains were so quiet that it seemed that even the birds and fish would not stop to take care of her.

In the middle of the night, a young man dressed in brown linen came. The young man's face in the dream was a little blurry, but Xiao Yin knew that he was different from his brothers, and he was not like those families in Qilan Wangcheng. His skin was probably darker, and he had a strong and agile energy. His eyebrows and eyes must be as good-looking as his brothers, no, there should be something in his eyes that his brothers don't have, like perseverance, or a bottomless calmness.

"Don't cry," he said as if coaxing his own sister.

Xiao Yin ignored him, so he took off a pendant around his neck and hung it around Xiao Yin's neck. It is a delicately carved jade tiger. Even though it was in a dream, Xiao Yin saw this jade tiger as real, wasn't it the one he carried with him?

Xiao Yin rubbed his teary eyes, but the young man's face was still blurry.

The boy held in his hand a strange piece of grass that he didn't know where to pick it and kneaded it into small pieces. He took Xiao Yin's hand and gently rubbed the blade of grass against the wound.

Xiao Yin let this young man pull him, and felt that something was wrong. The boy's hands were warm.

The blade of grass touched the wound with some stinging pain, and he gently blew the wound while comforting Xiao Yin: "Sister, don't cry, just bear with it, the bleeding will stop in a while." ”

Xiao Yin felt a little prickly, but also a little warm.

It feels real.

She opened her eyes, and a lamp stood on the small kang table on the couch, and the light flickered. Did you fall asleep in a small hut by this Taichu Lake and have a strange dream?

The tingling pain in the ankle was real. Xiao Yin looked at the masked man sitting quietly on the edge of the couch, who was intently pouring out the medicinal powder from a small porcelain bottle and gently sprinkling it on her bloody ankle.

This turned out to be true. Xiao Yin saw that he was barefoot, but he suddenly came to his senses and immediately sat up. It was too unruly to be barefoot in front of such a strange man.

The man saw that she was awake and whispered, "Awake? Don't move, the owner of the Weng was stabbed by the dark of the pine forest, the tip of the thorn is poisonous, and the matter is urgent, so I can only ask the owner for forgiveness. As he spoke, the powder still sprinkled. The powder seeped into the wound, and there was a tingling pain, and Xiao Yin felt a breath of cool air pass through his throat, and his legs couldn't help but shrink.

"This powder can suppress the poison of the thorn tip, but it will be a little burning pain." As he spoke, he leaned down and blew softly at the blood-red wound on Xiao Yin's leg stained with medicinal powder.

It's like a teenager in a dream.

Under the flickering light, Xiao Yin was in a trance. Who is this person, she secretly said in her heart.

Xiao Yin stretched out his hand and was about to take off the man's mask.

The man stiffened slightly, as if he hadn't expected it. But he didn't dodge in the end, but raised his head and looked at Xiao Yin.

The person in front of him had a broad face, cold eyebrows, and a slightly dark face with sharp edges and corners, and he was very resolute.

Xiao Yin was stunned, a little overwhelmed. He still had the jet-black mask in his hand.

The person in front of him turned out to be the hated retainer of the Prince's Mansion - Deng Yao.

Deng Yao quickly returned to his normal state. He immediately stood up and saluted, "Lord Weng has a good rest, and retires from his humble duties." With that, he withdrew from the hut.

That night, Xiao Yin never saw Deng Yao again. The man who wore the mask before seemed to be the same as the boy on the stone path of Qingwu Mountain, but it was just a dream between Xiao Yin's trance.