He was still thinking about Song Yuqiu, so he didn't want to meet Song Yuqiu! Why does Song Yuxuan's heart hurt so much? What kind of person is he? Why is Song Yuqiu always so unhappy! Song Yuxuan really didn't know what she should do. Could it be that Song Yuxuan is a bad man? Why didn't I see Song Yuqiu's words being mentioned by him!

"Doctor Shen asked Song Yusui to give it to you, saying that he always treats you as a sister," Josh lowered his head and looked at him from time to time, "Song Yusui might as well hide it from you, you already understand, and don't be impetuous!" ”

Song Yuqiu didn't put her words in her heart, as if she was blinded by a demonic barrier, she just put on a jacket and pushed Josh, who regretted it, to push the door in.

The snow outside the door was buried in his ankles, and Josh leaned on the door of the house and said loudly to Song Yuxuan, "What do you want to do!" What use do you see him! Thinking about the Shen family, thinking about the medicine, you and him have no way! ”

The hour was still early, and only Song Yuqiu, who was running wildly, was left in the snow, and the snow wet his shoes and socks, and the cold wind blew into Song Yuqiu's open clothes. In this cold and long winter, Song Yuqiu's heart could not be calm, because Song Yuqiu's body had reached its limit. Song Yuxuan had to continue to rush forward, otherwise he would be frozen. How terrible is that! Even so, they are not willing to stop, they are not willing to stop and think about problems.

In the end, Song Yusui lost all her strength, and fell on her back in the snow, as if lying in a soft silk quilt, only cold to the bone.

In the morning light, Lei Lei's snow covered with green pines and cypresses, in a piece of fluorescent light, the world was so quiet that it seemed that only Song Yusui was alone, listening with his ears sideways, and from time to time he could hear the sound of the bamboo forest outside the wall being crushed by snow.

Song Yuqiu didn't need to ask him any questions, even if he didn't want to accept the answer he had heard with Song Yuqiu. He is the most important person in Song Yuqiu's life, he has poured all his heart and soul into Song Yuqiu, he is Song Yuqiu's mentor and friend, and everything he has done has benefited Song Yuqiu for life. He is Song Yuxuan's favorite and mentor. However, as Josh said, Song Yuxuan and him have come to a point where they are irretrievable today.

He is the only son of the Shen family, Song Yuqiu almost put him to death, and the Shen family did not take in himself who did not know the height of the sky.

Because the Shen family can't allow Song Yusui to be his wife, fortunately, he regards Song Yusui as his sister in his heart, otherwise only Song Yusui and himself will suffer now. "Song Yuqiu's fate with him began at that time." She said, "Song Yuqiu is a woman who loves to read a lot, and reading is a pleasure for Song Yuqiu. Song Yuxuan's heart was deeply shaken. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt inexplicably relieved that I had no fate with myself. Fate or not, fate and no fate are torturing the hearts of the two.

Fortunately, the bitterness is only for himself, only for himself, at best, it is just lying in the snow and repenting. Song Yuqiu's days in the snow, Song Yuqiu struggled in the snow, struggling, Song Yuqiu cried and cried in the snow. Song Yusui is in the world of snow, Song Yusui is in the sea of snow, and Song Yusui is struggling in the sea of snow. I have been crying and crying too much in the past few days, my eyes are dry and I can't shed a single tear, but my heart is firmly bound by the lingering vines, and I can't breathe.

The sky gradually cleared, and the clear sky after the snow was as clear as Shen Wei's sick eyes. My father stood in front of the window, looking out at the blue sky. He knew he was already a professional photographer, but he wasn't satisfied. The father said that Song Yuqiu wanted to record all this with a camera. My father happened to have a pair of eyes that saw everything thoroughly.

The ears are hazy and reverberating with broken laments, which are the prayers of the Buddha, listening to the solemn warnings of the monks, the red dust of the world, what to do, the smile of flowers, the world, the good and evil, the hatred, and just a thought.

The acacia vines in my heart pressed the tightest, and I couldn't help the moment when I was most vulnerable to blows, and suddenly broke free, and the acacia was shattered. Song Yuxuan's heart seemed to be led by an invisible hand, and gradually drifted into the distance. It was a night. Song Yuxuan sat in front of the window, looking at the dark world outside the window. Suddenly, I felt like crying. It is estimated that as long as I think about it, I will be relieved.

The smile on his lips is like a rose that quietly grows in May, crying and laughing for him, dreaming of sweet dreams, spring sprouts, autumn withers, and now he has to bury his deep affection and hatred in the tomb.

Song Yuxuan looked up at the sky, buried in the ground and in the ice and snow, and finally everything came to an end.

Xi followed the footsteps and chased after her, and she carried Song Yusui back to the internal pharmacy. Song Yuxuan said with a smile that she had just done a crazy job, and asked her not to worry, push her out of the door by the way, and ask her to work with confidence.

The snow melted away from his body condensed into a thick ice surface on his back. Song Yuxuan's hands and feet froze. Song Yuqiu's eyes also froze, and Song Yuqiu's heart also froze...... "It's a cold night. "Song Yuxuan has been in the house for a long time. Song Yuxuan changed her clothes, held a few books, and hurried to Tianlu Pavilion.

Or maybe it's lying too much in the snow and can't help but sneeze but don't care. Song Yusui knew that this was infected by a disease called "cold", but Song Yusui didn't know whether this cold would be transmitted to people like "flu". But Song Yuqiu was still very worried, because Song Yuqiu was afraid. Due to their special health, most of the show girls from the south will be sick for more than 1 month in the early winter of the imperial capital, and Song Yusui is one of the few outliers who have not been contaminated with wind and cold.

Song Yuqiu's head was dizzy, several books were thrown into his arms, Qi Shao looked at Song Yusui like this, and wanted to say goodbye several times, after all, he raised his eyes and squinted at Song Yuqiu, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Song Yuxuan took a stack on the fourth floor of the Huanghuali wood bookshelf, and said with a smile: "I guess I slept lazy last night and felt dizzy!" ”

Qi Shao put down the tip of the pen, stood up and took the stack of pages handed over by Song Yuxuan, and said vaguely with a melancholy look: "Are you blushing or not feverish?" ”

Song Yuxuan stretched out his hand and touched his blushing cheeks, smiled and said, "What's going on?" How is this..."Before the words fell, he only felt that the sky was spinning, Qi Shao's body was all shrouded in mist, and more than a dozen books in his arms were scattered on the ground, and his whole body fell into Qi Shao's arms and passed out.

Song Yuqiu's mind was like a catkins stuffed, mechanically drinking the bowl of rice, Josh couldn't help but babble: "The weather is so cold, that is, wearing so little clothes, I don't know how to lie on the snow, Song Yusui said tell you to have a good rest!" You guys are coming to Tianlu Pavilion, it's really lifeless! ”

Song Yuxuan muttered, "Isn't it just awake!" ”

Josh aggrievedly snatched the medicine bowl that Song Yusui had finished eating and said, "I'm still awake!" You also spit on Song Yuqiu before, and Song Yuqiu didn't dare to take half a step when she was frightened by you! ”

Song Yuxuan gently pushed Josh's elbow away and said, "Thank you for taking care of Song Yuxuan." ”

"Ugh! Kindness! "Yes, yes, yes......" "What's the matter?" "You sent Song Yuxuan back!" "What's your name?" "Song Yusui's name is Li Hui. She agreed vaguely, replied with a shy face, and diverted the topic: "Fortunately, there is an attendant who sent you back, and I don't know which palace it is?" Song Yuxuan didn't know, but the waiter nagged a few words of medicine. ”

Qi Shao couldn't send Song Yusui back to the Internal Pharmacy in a grand manner, only asking those attendants who were monitoring Song Yusui should also add a lot of trouble to Qi Shao.

I was sick for several days, and soon I was alive. Pei's mother lives in Tianlu Pavilion and has to feed the children every day, and her condition is getting worse and worse. And Tianlu Pavilion Ah Yuan also fell ill and lay in bed for nearly 3 months, and Aunt Pei is still recuperating for her.

In the afternoon, only Song Yusui was left busy in the book pavilion, and the backlog of books with Qi Shao in the past few days had been cleaned nine times out of ten. There were some books in front of the bookcase, some of them were new books that had just been bought, and some were old books sent by Qi Shao. The shelves are neatly lined with books and magazines. Song Yuxuan was immersed in flipping through a magazine. In the past, Qi Shao always came to help in the afternoon, but today he didn't see him, leaving only Song Yuqiu's footsteps echoing in the empty library, vaguely lost.

Qi Shao didn't show up for a few days, and his stunned mood was amplified, but Song Yuxuan still understood. He is Song Yuqiu's student and Song Yuqiu's teacher, so Song Yuqiu's mood is the same as him. Song Yuxuan kept thinking: Could it be that Qi Shao would have any secrets? Song Yuxuan thought that Qi Shao's procedures for entering and leaving the inner court as a foreign minister were cumbersome, and it was not very convenient for him to spy on and follow him in and out, so he read the books he needed, and it was very common for him not to show up again.

One day Song Yuqiu was chewing words, trying to recall where Song Yusui put the "Book of Han", Qi Shao, who had been reunited for a long time, suddenly poked out half of his face from the other side of the bookshelf, and took the page that Song Yusui had written in the book to Song Yuqiu, and asked with a more serious face: "The next volume of this "Mirror Jian", you remember it in your hearts, but you can't turn it out!" ”

"Oh, books," presumably Qi Shao is good at surprising Song Yuqiu, its arrival even made Song Yusui add a touch of joy, Song Yusui came to the bookcase, took out a yellowed book from the bookcase and handed it to Qi Shao, and said with a smile on the corner of his lips: "A few days ago, Song Yusui held it in his hand and looked through it, and only then did he remember to hold it in his hand."

"Mirror Jian" and "Records of the Holy Dynasty" are both political treatises, which mean "taking history as a mirror". Taizu wanted to recruit him to surrender, but Fan Shouyu not only did not obey his orders, but organized troops to resist. Taizu was furious and issued an edict to burn the book written by Fan Shouyu. The folk book has died out and is only kept in the palace.

Song Yuxuan handed the book to Qi Shao, and the purple and green silk threads secretly hooked the vine flower sleeves and inadvertently occupied the rectangular flow pond on the Cheng mud inkstone on the side of the desk, and the tung smoke ink instantly stained half of the purple vine flowers in the ink. "Who wrote this?" Qi Shao asked Song Yuxuan. "It's Song Yuxuan's own." "What's your name?" Qi Shao said, "Call your name." Song Yuxuan was confused for a while. Song Yuqiu was still in a trance about this, Qi Shao was not in a hurry for the book, but immediately grabbed Song Yuqiu's hands, and took out the silk silk from his sleeves, wanting to wipe off the ink that was still dripping with Korean paper in Song Yuqiu's sleeves.