Yan Xun was furious, kicked Feng Mian's leg on the horse, and shouted, "Monkey cub, do you try again?" ”

Feng Mian snorted twice, turned the horse's head and ran towards Zhuge Mansion, where did he dare to say it again.

Yan Xun gasped for a while, and when he saw that his subordinates were looking at him, he immediately shouted: "This son loves as much as he wants!" ”

Everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look at each other, and they didn't dare to look at Yan Xun anymore, and they all sighed in their hearts: After all, the son of the world is only thirteen years old, and it is nothing to be childish once in a while.

When I returned to Zhuge Mansion, it was already late at night, and the housekeeper saw Chu Qiao, slightly surprised, knowing that this was the favored subordinate of Qingshan Courtyard, and he didn't embarrass her too much, and gave her a lantern to illuminate.

Zhuge Mansion at night seemed a little cold, without the noise and excitement of the day, it was as quiet as a dark cage, and occasionally a few jackdaws were quickly shot down by the arrow slaves who pierced through the Yang.

When the masters are sleeping peacefully, there is no room for noise, even if it is only some brutes who are foul.

When passing the high wall outside the Blue Mountain Courtyard, Chu Qiao heard a suppressed cry, as if the little slave girl who had made a mistake had been beaten and hid under the opposite wall and cried.

Chu Qiao's footsteps slowly stopped, the moon hung in the sky greatly, and the white and round round cast her small shadow on the red wall, which actually looked so slender and slender, just like her tall figure in those years. The child's eyes were a little confused, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand, approaching little by little, but his fingertips only touched a piece of coldness.

A sad cool air suddenly swelled up in my heart, perhaps, there will always be a moment of trance, thinking that everything is just a big dream, as long as I wake up from the dream, everything has never happened. The fallen corpses, the blood that flowed, and the tears of sorrow......

The cry of the child in the opposite wall is still continuing, but her height is too short to climb over this wall, and she is still cold, how can she warm others? Just like those buried corpses on the snowfield, her grief was of no avail.

Unexpectedly pushed open the courtyard door of Qingshan Courtyard, Chu Qiao was a little surprised, he was originally ready to spend the night in the firewood room, but he didn't expect that the courtyard had not been locked so late. Zhuge Yue is a person who is very good at health preservation, when he doesn't go to the general hall to go to class, he cultivates flowers and orchids, eats tea and burns incense in the courtyard, and has very high requirements for sleep, unlike other young masters in the house, who are lazy and all night.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard carefully, a lantern quickly approached, Huan'er hurriedly grabbed Chu Qiao's hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Ouch, where did you run?" I've been waiting for you all night. ”

Chu Qiao stuck out his tongue embarrassedly and said, "My horse was startled and came back, what about the young master?" Why hasn't it been locked so late? ”

"You're in luck." Huan'er pursed her lips and said with a smile, "The young master is reading in the room, and after reading for most of the night, he didn't tell him to lock it or sleep, so I dare to wait for you here." ”

Chu Qiao nodded, and was about to walk to Zhuge Yue's room. Huan'er hurriedly grabbed her and said, "The young master's face was not very good-looking when he came back, and I don't know who made him angry." It's so late, let's talk about it tomorrow if there is something, and the young master didn't tell you to come back to the Xuan Pavilion. You go and rest first, I'll just tell the young master. ”

Chu Qiao nodded and said, "That's fine." He turned and walked towards his room.

Huan'er hurriedly ran into the Xuan Pavilion and went out after saying a few words.

Chu Qiao is the eldest maid in the Xuan Pavilion, the room is next to the main courtyard, the child just walked to the door, and before he pushed the door open, he saw that the lights in the room behind him went out, and he suddenly fell into darkness.

Chu Qiao was a little stunned, and half turned his head to look in the direction of Zhuge Yue's room, and with the extinguishing of this last light, the entire Zhuge Mansion fell into a deep sleep. Chu Qiao stood on the corridor for a long time, the night wind blew, Chu Qiao gently twitched the wings of his nose, and it seemed that he could still smell the blood in the ground.

It seems that he had a nightmare just after closing his eyes, and when Zhuge Yue woke up, the third drum had just sounded outside. The husband's voice dragged on for a long time, with a soft tail note, and floated melodiously for a long distance in the silent night.

For a moment, he thought he was still in a dream. In his dream, the spring breeze was warm, the peach blossoms were as gorgeous as rainbows, and his mother's hands were as gentle as water in a hot spring, gently passing through his hair and combing him into a neat bun. But in an instant, the cold air invaded like a blade, densely packed, and he suddenly came to his senses.

He sat up, his moon-white bedclothes were already soaked with sweat, the windows were not tightly closed, and the night breeze blew on his body through the cracks, cold and cold. The teapot on the small table next to the bed was already cold, and a few pieces of osmanthus cake were placed in a small dish of blue and white porcelain, even if it was so far away, you could still smell the light aroma. He lost his sleep, so he put on his coat, carried a long flute, pushed the door and walked out.

The little maid who was waiting outside slept soundly, and was not disturbed by him at all. As he walked, he pushed open the door and saw a large snow-white moonlight in the courtyard, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground through the flowers and trees, with mottled silhouettes, as if snow had fallen out of thin air, and everywhere there was that gentle light. The wind in the night was a little cool, blowing his sleeves, hula, like the wings of a butterfly. Stepping out of the courtyard to the east, there are large patches of plums, red, pink and white, mixed together, and even the wind carries a sweet smell.

This mansion may only be so quiet at this time, without those noisy sounds, the world is so quiet that it seems that he is the only one left. He found a high pavilion and went up the mottled stone road, the night had just fallen in frost, the road was a little slippery, he walked very slowly with his head down, as if he was looking at the road, and seemed to see nothing.

"Fourth Young Master?"

A crisp cry came suddenly, and he looked up, and saw a little girl sitting on a tree beside the high pavilion, dressed in emerald green clothes, with a circle of snow-white camel hair around her neck, her eyes were big and round, looking at him in black, and a pair of small green boots were waving in the air, like two dancing grass crickets.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"Can't sleep." Chu Qiao was also a little surprised to see him at this time, and asked honestly, "Isn't the fourth young master unable to sleep?" ”

Zhuge Yue didn't answer, just walked slowly to the high pavilion.

Zhuge Mansion was originally built on the mountainside, and the view of this place is even better, almost the entire Zhenhuang City is in full view. The hazy moonlight was like a white veil, gently brushing every corner of the imperial city, suppressing the city's fierce aura that had been cut by the cold and hard north wind for hundreds of years, and even the heavy city walls that had been stained with the blood of many people looked a little softer.

Chu Qiao looked at his back standing in the wind, and suddenly lost her mind for a while, and the calm after the killing made her feel tired. She leaned against the trunk of the tree, looked at the silent boy, and watched the wind blow his colorful sleeves, like two huge butterflies, flying in the mountain wind.

"Fourth Young Master, I lost the little red horse."

Zhuge Yue didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard, he held a long flute in his hand, but he didn't blow it, just stood quietly for a while, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

Chu Qiao saw that he was leaving, so he was busy climbing the tree to follow, not wanting to be in a hurry, his feet slipped, and his body suddenly lost his balance. She hurriedly hugged the trunk of the tree, only to hear a click, her clothes were torn by the branches, and the back of her hand was also scratched, and blood suddenly oozed.

Zhuge Yue stopped, looked up at the child holding the trunk like a monkey, thought about it, and suddenly stretched out his hands.

Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Fourth Young Master, what are you doing?" ”

Zhuge Yue said: "Jump down." ”

"Huh?" After reacting for a long time, he understood what he meant, Chu Qiao hurriedly said, "Don't bother, Xing'er can come down by himself." ”

Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, seemed to be quite impatient, and said stubbornly: "Jump down." ”

Chu Qiao had no choice but to let go of his hand, and in a flash, he fell into Zhuge Yue's arms. She was still small, only up to his shoulder, and he was held in his arms like a kitten.

"Let's go."

Putting her on the ground, Zhuge Yue walked in front first, and Chu Qiao hurriedly followed. Surrounded by plum trees all the way, flowers fall to the ground, and the soles of shoes step on the soft white snow, leaving two lines of shallow footprints.

When I returned to Aoyama Temple, the people in the whole courtyard had already woken up and were anxiously looking for the two of them. Zhuge Yue didn't say much, and went straight back to the room. Huan'er ran to Chu Qiao's room and asked a few words.

As he was talking, a maid came to report, saying that the young master was suffering from the wind and cold, and sent someone to call the doctor. At this time, the entire Qingshan Courtyard was busy, and Huan'er took a few maids to boil hot water and change the face towel in and out, until the doctor came, and he was relieved after diagnosing the pulse and prescribing medicine.

Chu Qiao ate a little to kill the night and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. When I opened the door, I saw Huan'er standing at the door, followed by an elderly man in his fifties. Huan'er said: "Xing'er, the young master said that you were scratched, and it just so happened that the doctor was there, so I will show you by the way." ”

Chu Qiao was slightly stunned, then let go of her body and asked the doctor to clean and bandage her. After everything stopped, Huan'er said again: "Also, the young master said that he should sleep a little more in the morning, so we don't have to get up so early in the morning to work." ”

Chu Qiao nodded in agreement, and Huan'er went happily.

The moonlight was hazy, sprinkled in this quiet courtyard, like a layer of white frost.

Early the next morning, Chu Qiao went to see Zhuge Yue, but the young and old fourth young master was not in the room. Chu Qiao asked himself if he lost the little red horse, he always needed to give him an explanation, and was thinking about going out to ask someone, but he saw Zhuge Yue wearing a black gold robe, carrying a long sword into the courtyard, followed by a follower, with a neat posture, which was actually an appearance that Chu Qiao had never seen. Zhu Cheng bent over, with a cloak on his arm, and trotted behind.

Huan'er and the other maids hurriedly ran forward to bring tea and water to Zhuge Yue, burn incense and wipe their hands, and prepare things for bathing.

Chu Qiao retreated to the side of the gate, and when he saw Zhuge Yue sitting down, he stepped forward and said, "Fourth Young Master, I lost the little red horse." ”

"Hmm." Zhuge Yue snorted lightly, counted as a promise, took Huan'er's tea, took a sip, and then said to the subordinates on the side, "Go and bring two pots of Mo Lan sent yesterday, and remove this incense burner, it smells pungent." ”

The subordinate hurriedly agreed and retreated. Chu Qiao stood in place, seeing that Zhuge Yue didn't mean to punish her, he stopped talking with interest, and just wanted to go out quietly, he heard Zhuge Yue put down the tea bowl, pointed at her and said, "Xing'er, you wait a while." ”