Chapter IV

The next day was a sunny day.

Old Madam Song sent someone to Linyue Pavilion early, thinking about taking Song Lingzhi to Jinming Temple.

Before going out, Song Lingzhi went to Biyuxuan first to say goodbye to his mother.

Biyu Xuan was silent, and no one whispered, and occasionally the sound of the wind passed by.

The front of the warm pavilion is set up with a multi-treasure shelf more than two zhang high, and a small tea tray of lacquer is placed on the tea maule, and the begonia flower pot on the side is lit with Xuan stone.

The mahogany seat is wrong with gold and silver animal ears and copper incense burners burning Tibetan incense, and the aroma lingers.

Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi changed their previous words, and only lowered their hands and stood quietly behind Song Lingzhi.

In the middle of the night, someone lifted the turquoise green orangutan felt curtain, but it was the little maid Chun Tao beside Jiang's side.

Please be safe, Chun Tao's voice was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the quiet of Biyuxuan: "Girl, please go back, Mrs. is unwell, I am afraid of being contaminated, and I won't see the girl today." ”

It was a tactful remark, and it was clearly not her mother's words.

Song Lingzhi didn't pierce it when he heard this, he only nodded his head: "There is Sister Lao Chuntao, say hello to my mother on my behalf." ”

Chun Tao was stunned, and smiled for a moment: "The girl is polite." ”

Song Lingzhi was wearing a feather satin gown, stepping on a pair of Yang Fei-colored sheepskin boots on his feet, and sitting on a bamboo chair sedan chair.

The sky was sprinkled with snowdrops.

Qiu Yan held an umbrella, hugged Song Lingzhi and walked forward, and when she left Biyuxuan, Fang curled her lips and smiled: "The girl is really big now, she is just in Biyuxuan, and the slave is still worried that the girl will be angry." ”

Song Lingzhi's voice was lazy, and his flawless face was dyed with a little tiredness: "What do I have to be angry about." ”

It's just that I waited for more than half an hour in the sky of Jade Xuan.

In her previous life, after she and Shen Yan got married, there were many such things.

Even the big wedding night.

The hand stove in the palm of his hand was hot, but Song Lingzhi didn't feel any warmth, he only felt that his hands and feet were cold, as if he had fallen into the cold lake of Layue.

After visiting the church that night, Shen Yan went back to the study alone, leaving Song Lingzhi alone in the new room.

The long night was long, the cold wind was in the bones, and the dragon and phoenix red candles on the desk burned all night, until the last inch of the red candles burned out, the morning light was slightly dewed, and the palace people entered the room with the things of the bath basin and gargle, but Song Lingzhi still didn't wait for Shen Yan.

Her red hijab was lifted by herself.

The palace people in the room stood silent.

Song Lingzhi sat on pins and needles, and the silk handkerchief in his hand was clenched into a ball. Although Shen Yan did not stay overnight in her house, it was customary in the palace that the white handkerchief on the couch needed to be handed over.

The white veils that were as smooth as snow were neatly placed in the lacquered wooden box, and Song Lingzhi's face was red and white, and he only felt that his ears were red.

Seeing that the grandmother withdrew from the house with the palace people, Song Lingzhi couldn't help it, and stepped forward to ask when Shen Yan would return home.

At that time, the sky was like this, and the snow was falling, like rubbing cotton wool.

The old lady stood at the door against the light, her wrinkled face was raised, and she glanced at Song Lingzhi on the couch lightly.

The gaze, with disdain and disdain, seemed to mock Song Lingzhi's indiscretion.

The old lady turned and walked away, leaving not a word.

The wooden door slowly closed in front of Song Lingzhi's eyes, and the last light and shadow disappeared on her face.

The old lady directly ignored Song Lingzhi.

At that time, Shen Yan was still the third prince, and she was just a lady. Only she, the lady, is worse than the people in the house.

After three months, Shen Yan did not set foot in her courtyard for half a step, and Song Lingzhi became the biggest laughing stock in Beijing.

Every time she enters the palace for a banquet, Song Lingzhi is like a thorn in her back, how to hide, those gossips will still reach her ears. Later, Song Lingzhi pretended to be sick and no longer went to the banquet.

The past is like a shadow, like the boundless winter snow in front of me.

The oil-paper umbrella blocked the snow beads, the bamboo chair sedan chair turned through the flower barrier, and the eyes had passed the second door.

Qibao incense car stood quietly in the snow, the maid woman stood outside the carriage with her hands down, saw Song Lingzhi, hurriedly opened the pine green car curtain, and shouted: "The girl is here." ”

Knowing that Song Lingzhi was afraid of the cold, warm charcoal was placed in the car early, the soft curtain was lifted, and the warmth was wrapped in the fragrance of flowers, and it rushed to the face. Looking carefully, Fang found that there were still a few plum blossoms in the official kiln beauty scoop.

Mrs. Song sat in the car and hugged Song Lingzhi with a smile: "It's cold outside, come in." But have you seen your mother? ”

Song Lingzhi whispered: "Mother is not well, I said that I would be better in some days, and then I would ask my grandmother for peace." ”

Old Madam Song was surprised, glanced at Mother Liu, and smiled with her lips: "You narrow-minded ghost, now you will tell lies to coax your grandmother." ”

Song Lingzhi smiled and bent his eyes: "I'm just trying to coax my grandmother to laugh, where did I get it from?" ”

Old Madam Song: "You are just in Biyuxuan, have you met your father?" ”

Song Lingzhi shook his head: "But I met Donghai and sent a lot of stubbornness." ”

They were all brought back by Song Hanyuan from this trip, and Song Lingzhi also got better.

Jiang doesn't like her husband, and Song Lingzhi hasn't seen her father stay overnight in Biyuxuan all these years. Whenever he saw Song Hanyuan, Jiang treated him coldly, and it was always his father who said good things and laughed.

The matter of the little couple, Mrs. Song didn't say much, so she just shook her head helplessly.

Secretly annoyed by his son's incompetence.

Clusters of cars and horses, Qibao incense carts passed through the wet long street, and then stopped outside the mountain gate.

There was already a little novice standing at the mountain gate, greeting Mrs. Song and others.

Old Madam Song smiled all over her face: "Why don't you see your master?" ”

Xiao Shami arched his hand: "Don't blame the old lady, the old man came from afar, and the master is accompanying the guest." ”

Old Madam Song waved her hand: "It's just a question for nothing, don't be careful." ”

The slaves and mothers-in-law surrounded Song Lingzhi and Mrs. Song up the mountain, and went up to worship layer by layer.

Mrs. Song is old, and the road is difficult to walk on snowy days, so she naturally walks slowly.

Song Lingzhi hugged his grandmother: "Grandmother, the mountain road is rugged, let them carry the bamboo chair sedan chair, if they fall, it is not stubborn." ”

Old Madam Song glanced at Song Lingzhi with a smile, held her hand and smiled: "It's okay, and the Buddha must be sincere, how can you not walk up." ”

Old Mrs. Song was stubborn, and Song Lingzhi naturally didn't want to say anything, so she had to serve with all her heart.

When the little novice heard this, he laughed: "The old lady is not strange for the little one." ”

Along the way, thanks to this little novice talking and laughing, and accompanying him to relieve fatigue, he was not too bored, and Mrs. Song naturally did not blame him.

The little novice said with a smile: "The Bodhisattva has a good heart, and he puts compassion on the women and children of the world first, so naturally he will not blame the old lady." And the old lady usually adds less sesame oil lamp grass to the sea lantern, let alone blame. ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly asked someone to carry a bamboo chair sedan chair and wait for Mrs. Song to get on the sedan chair.

After a long day of snow beads, the snow on the ground is more than half a person high, it is not easy to go up the mountain and go down, the snow is getting bigger, Song Lingzhi accompanied his grandmother and lived in the side courtyard of Jinming Temple.

The slave woman swept the side courtyard early, and Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan helped Song Lingzhi into the house.

The wind is cold, and the muscles are invaded into the bones.

The gilt enamel brazier was burning with gold charcoal, and Qiu Yan stepped forward, lifted the lid and threw two pieces of incense cakes into it.

"Girl, this place is no colder than at home. The slave went to find someone to add two more braziers......"

Song Lingzhi stopped it loudly: "Why bother, just stay for one night, where is it so delicate." ”

Qiu Yan couldn't help but smile: "The girl said it so high-soundingly, but don't be unable to sleep at night, it's time to shout to make people charcoal." ”

The words made all three people in the room laugh.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of the little maid in the courtyard, Qiu Yan went curiously, and pushed the door open, but saw the little maid holding the soup woman in her hand, she smiled: "Sister Qiu Yan, this is just sent by Xiao Shami, saying that the girl will use some, they are all clean and unused." ”

Qiu Yan took it with a smile: "I'm bothering him, it's cold, why don't you leave him to eat an extra cup of hot tea?" ”

Little maid: "Why not?" However, the little novice hurried to the backyard to take care of the tanuki slave, and the slave did not dare to delay. ”

Song Lingzhi heard the sound of talking and walked out of the house: "There are raccoon slaves in the backyard?" Is it raised in the temple or run out of the mountains? ”

The little maid was busy with her body: "The slave maid was also curious, and asked more, saying that it was from the back mountain, and it was cold this day, and he was afraid that the litter of raccoon slaves would freeze, so he hurried back to add firewood." ”

The monks are kind-hearted and compassionate.

Song Lingzhi's eyebrows crooked: "It's hard for him to have a heart." ”

……

The snow fell in the middle of the night, and the four flour makeup was wrapped.

After Jinming Temple, the upper guest hall is full of sandalwood, and the dim candlelight jumps on the chessboard.

After a long time, a long sigh finally came: "The poor monk lost." ”

The old man was dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a string of agarwood Buddha beads twisted in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and deferential, and no matter who saw it, he would not associate the person in front of him with the regent who was invincible and decisive on the battlefield.

The white son in his hand was thrown away at will, and Shen Yan sat on the futon, wearing a dark dark flower, green bamboo and rain flowers, brocade and wide-sleeved robe, his eyebrows and eyes were faint, and his inky pupils were like the night outside the hospital.

His eyelids lifted slightly, and the candlelight fell on his eyes, as if there were faint ripples.

The bell rang and the bell rang in the distance, Shen Yan stared at the monk in front of him slowly, and whispered: "Uncle Huang is ...... now." It's really not like it used to be. ”

There was a shallow smile on the corner of the monk's lips: "The third prince said cautiously, there is no imperial uncle here, only the master of the clear space." ”

"Yes or no, Uncle Huang knows it in his heart."

The sound of a mountain spring falling is as cold as the mountain spring, and it is more and more cold than the mountain snow outside the window.

Shen Yan got up, and his long figure was reflected on the wooden window, like the moon shining brightly, and it was not allowed to be blasphemed.

The snow is colorful, and the red plum blossoms outside the window are bursting with snow, and there is a creak, as if the plum branch is broken.

Shen Yan raised his eyes suddenly, and his sharp eyes were like sharp blades passing through the screen window.

The guests are quiet and elegant, and the sandalwood lingers.

The window lattice was raised high, the snow in the garden melted into the vast night, and the plum blossom branches fell under the window.

There are still paw prints left on the snow, like ...... Tanuki.

Shen Yan's eyes darkened a little.

……

The cold wind was howling, and when the sky was about to dawn, the charcoal fire in the house burned out, and the cold was overwhelming.

Song Lingzhi didn't sleep well this night, he always felt as if he had returned to his previous life, and when he woke up and saw the autumn geese waiting by the couch, his heart finally let go slightly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the corners of their foreheads, Qiu Yan and Bai Zhi served Song Lingzhi with green salt and gargled his mouth, scooped up the noodle soup, and half-knelt on the footstool to serve Song Lingzhi to clean his face.

Bai Zhiyan smiled at Yan Yan: "It's still cloudy, the girl got up earlier today, and the old lady's yard is still quiet, so she hasn't gotten up yet." ”

Song Lingzhi glanced out the window and was surprised: "Is it still snowing outside?" ”

Bai Zhi: "It's been a whole night, and this time has stopped early." It's just that the wind is really hateful, and it disturbs people who haven't slept well all night. ”

Old Mrs. Song hadn't gotten up yet, and the hall was still preparing breakfast, Song Lingzhi smiled, holding Bai Zhi's hand and walking out.

"I heard that a piece of red plum has been planted in the back mountain, it looks so good, you can accompany me to take a look. It's a pity that it's really unfortunate today, if it's at home, you can still let people collect the snow on the red plum and make tea in the spring of the next year. ”

Bai Zhi carried the glass hydrangea lamp and only smiled: "The girl is really good Yaxing." ”

The cold breeze blows on the face, and the dark fragrance is sparse.

The plum forest is picturesque, reflecting the snowy sky.

The autumn fragrance color plate golden bucket pattern crane is caged on the shoulder, Song Lingzhi looks up, and the begonias between the temples are dotted with emerald beads and jasper hairpins.

The red plum branches are lightly twisted on the fingertips, and the way forward is also the depths of the plum forest, and the red plum drops fall on the snow.

Song Lingzhi looked back at Bai Zhi and urged people to step forward: "Bai Zhi, look at the ...... ahead"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Song Lingzhi's pupils constricted, and she only felt a buzz in her brain, and she looked at the scene not far away in disbelief.

Red blood, white ground.

A white horse stood under the plum tree, dragging a bloody person behind him, and he didn't know how long he was dragging in the snow, the man had long since lost his breath, his feet were weakly dragged to the ground, and there was a long trail of blood behind him.

If you look closely, it is the little novice who gave her the soup woman last night.

Song Lingzhi's knees weakened, he staggered back two or three steps, and sat on the ground.

The vast snow was silent, only the sound of the wind was cold.

Then, there was the sound of sandals stepping on the snow.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Song Lingzhi looked sideways.

Against the light, the first thing that comes into view is a dark corner of clothes.

Shen Yan took his hand, and his sharp and cold eyes swept over Song Lingzhi's face carelessly.

It's like looking at a dead object.