CHAPTER XVIII

The sound of the water was murmuring, and the boundless river water was pouring in from all directions, and the cold invaded the muscles and bones, and the bone-chilling cold enveloped Song Lingzhi.

"Our branches are most afraid of the cold, hurry up, add another copper-footed stove."

Consciousness was in a trance, full of thoughts and swaying, Song Lingzhi seemed to see his grandmother.

The screen opens the golden phoenix, and the mattress is set with hibiscus.

Grandmother put her arms around her, and while letting people bring boiling hot tea, she covered her hands in her heart.

The grandmother smiled softly, "If you still feel cold, let them bring the stove." ”

When the servants saw this, they all covered their mouths and smiled: "Old lady, there are already eight more braziers in this room, but you can't add more." ”

The three-legged elephant trunk gilt enamel incense burner burns with pine and cypress incense, and the house is full of fragrant flowers and heating.

The room was very hot, and the narcissus, which had been budding for a long time, was also quietly smiling.

Old Madam Song looked around, and really got on the footstool, and there were several more foot warmers. In the cold winter wax moon, there are also maids who quietly wipe their sweat with silk handkerchiefs.

Old Madam Song smiled, still unwilling: "I remember that there was wild duck soup simmering in the kitchen, and I sent someone to fetch it, so that we could warm our branches." Poor to see, I don't know how much cold wind has blown along the way. ”

Xianyun Pavilion and Linyue Pavilion are not close to each other, but they are only thousands of steps apart, and it is windy at night, and Song Lingzhi has always been carried by people.

Mrs. Song is eccentric, and she clings to Song Lingzhi everywhere, just afraid that she will be wronged.

And now—

The cold river water spread to his mouth and nose little by little, and the strength of his limbs had long been exhausted, Song Lingzhi's body was stiff, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold or numb.

The breath fades and the eyelids are heavy.

The arm was lifted with difficulty, and it was easy to break through the water, and it was swept by the surge again.

Exhausted, exhausted.

Song Lingzhi slowly lowered his hand and let his body fall.

She was completely unconscious.

……

The silk and bamboo are pleasant, the laughter by the river is endless, the flowers are flying in the sky, and the crumbs are all over the ground.

The water surface was bubbling, the ripples were no longer there, and the figure of Yang Feifei finally disappeared into the river.

Yue Xu stood behind Shen Yan with no superfluous expression on his face: "Master, ......"

The murmuring river reflects the white shadow of the moon, the bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the silver light falls lightly on Shen Yan's robe.

Those inky eyes blended in with the night.

After a while, Shen Yan slowly withdrew his gaze that fell on the river.

The moon shadow is slanting, and there is a small sky lantern standing next to the black leather six-fold boots, and the candlelight is flickering, which is left by Song Lingzhi just now.

Shen Yan lowered his eyes, and the candlelight was faint, reflected in his pupils.

Above the sky lantern, there is a blessing left by Song Lingzhi -

Peace and joy, and peace and happiness.

The sky lanterns rise in the wind, and the candlelight swayes. Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the sky lantern trembled, falling into the river with the wind.

The candle flame was extinguished instantly.

The lampshade of the green gauze paste was stained with water, and most of the ink was pasted, and the words on it could no longer be distinguished.

On the painting boat, the autumn geese pulled Bai Zhi, and the eyebrows and eyes were full of excitement: "Look over there, such a beautiful fireworks, the girl has never seen it, it's a pity." ”

Bai Zhiwan smiled: "The girl will definitely be able to see it on the deck." ”

Looking down through the window of the flowers, the night is boundless, and the water and sky are the same.

In addition to the rivers and rivers, where else can you see?

Bai Zhi retracted her gaze in disappointment, and caught a glimpse of the small hand stove on the desk, Bai Zhi bent her eyes and chuckled: "Look at me, I even forgot about this." ”

I only remembered to give Song Lingzhi a cloak, but I forgot to bring a hand stove.

Qiu Yan was puzzled: "Didn't the girl say that she would come back soon, you send it now, maybe the girl is no longer on the deck." ”

"Then we should be around to serve, there is no one around the girl, my heart is always up and down, I always feel that something is happening."

Qiu Yan pursed her lips and smiled: "Sister is too worried, this painting boat is all born in the house, no matter what, they don't dare to joke about their own lives." ”

Bai Zhi ignored it, and walked to the deck with only the small hand stove. It happened that a little maid also came back from that place, and Bai Zhi hurriedly called out to someone: "Have you ever seen the girl?" ”

The little maid was confused and shook her head: "What kind of girl, just now I saw the green smoke of the incense burner on the case, and I want to come to the girl to go back to the room early...... Sister Bai Zhi, Sister Bai Zhi! ”

……

"Have you ever seen a girl?"

"No, I didn't."

"Is the girl in this house?"

"I've never seen it."

"What about you, have you seen the girl?"

"Not really."

The painting boat was brightly lit, and a group of slaves and women held poke lamps and knocked on the wooden door one by one.

Qiu Yan was anxious, tiptoeing to look, the river was quiet, the sound of silk and bamboo in his ears was still the same, and they couldn't be calm up and down the painting boat.

Bai Zhi hurriedly flew down from the house, and Qiu Yan stepped forward to hold Bai Zhi's arm, and before she could make a sound, she saw Bai Zhi shaking her head, her eyebrows and eyes furrowed.

Qiu Yan stumbled under his feet and murmured: "How can it be ......?"

Before a pillar of incense, Bai Zhi also went to give Song Lingzhi a cloak, but in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared on the painting boat.

The river is continuous and endless.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of falling water, and Qiu Yan hurriedly stepped forward to look, but only saw a stone blue figure.

The bright candles on the painting boat are high, the rivers on all sides are bright, Wei Ziyuan gradually swims away, and suddenly plunges into the water, far away.

Uneasy, Qiu Yan turned around, but saw He Ming also hurrying here, the man's eyebrows and eyes were cold and solemn, and there was no meekness and peace in the past.

"Bai Zhi, you send someone back to the house and find all the people in the house who are familiar with water."

There is no one in the painting boat, and there is no shortage of property in the room, which shows that the gangster's intention is that people are not wealthy. If it is fatal, Song Lingzhi will be in the water nine times out of ten.

"Also, none of the people on the boat are allowed to leave, and I'll wait until I get back."

Bai Zhi bowed her head, answered yes, and said, "Gongzi He, then you ......"

He Ming tied the reins around his waist, he was not good at drinking water since he was a child, and now he can only resign himself to fate.

He Ming didn't look back: "I'll go down to look for someone." ”

The river is cold and chilly.

Although there are horn lamps hanging high on all sides of the painting boat, once you leave the painting boat, there is endless darkness.

Wei Ziyuan swam under the surface of the water, not daring to delay for a moment.

The surface of the water is opened, and there is only an endless amount of gravel and aquatic plants, and there is no corner of the clothes.

Wei Ziyuan was not reconciled, and went deep again.

The water rippled, and at night, the river was like an ice cellar, and people shivered from the cold.

Wei Ziyuan held his breath and concentrated, his wide sleeves brushed away the water waves, and a light fluttering green yarn floated in front of him.

Wei Ziyuan hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, the green yarn was forbidden to water, and it was almost pulled apart. Surfaced and looked at it in the moonlight.

The ink had already been pasted along with the river, and Wei Ziyuan struggled to identify the word "Song" from the lower right corner of the green yarn.

Surname.

It's Song Lingzhi's previous sky lantern!

Suddenly, Wei Ziyuan plunged into the water again.

The surging river water stretched endlessly, the limbs were exhausted, and the chill enveloped the whole body with the river.

The joy of finding Song Lingzhi's sky lantern disappeared little by little, and Wei Ziyuan struggled to find it.

No.

Or not.

The breath faded, and the movements were no longer as swift as before.

Wei Ziyuan didn't remember how long he had been searching in the water, only that he had searched one place after another.

Vision is blurred, eyelids are heavy, and hands and feet are gradually weak.

The eyes were blue, and suddenly a Yang Fei-colored figure broke into the field of vision.

Wei Ziyuan's eyes widened, and he hugged the river all over his body in surprise.

Is that...... Song Lingzhi.

The woman fell weakly to the bottom of the river, and her ankles seemed to be entangled in aquatic plants.

The cascading fairy robe floats and sways in the water, like incomplete cicada wings.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his jade-like face was no longer scorching, and Song Lingzhi was dying.

Wei Ziyuan opened his lips, his throat grunted, and Jiang Shui choked.

He couldn't wait any longer and jumped into the water.

Suddenly, another figure burst into his eyes.

…… Wei Ziyuan saw He Ming.