"Sister Pingle, don't worry about me, in fact, I have been prepared in my heart. ”

Lin Qi pretended to smile at the county lord of Pingle easily, and held her cold slender hand with his backhand, but he felt the warmth rise in his heart.

Although the county lord of Pingle is not his blood relative, he has been getting along for fifteen years, and he is better than a relative.

"What are you going to do? What can you do?"

The county lord of Pingle bit his lip, staring at Lin Qi with red circles in his eyes, tears rolling in his eyes.

At this moment, she seems to have changed from that woman general to a weak and sad daughter, even the iron-blooded heart that she has experienced on the battlefield has become much more fragile at this moment.

"Sister Pingle. ”

Lin Qi sighed and said: "Fifteen years ago, if it wasn't for the Lord of the Lord to save my life, I am afraid that I would have frozen to death in the ice and snow, if it wasn't for the Lord of the Lord to send me to the palace, you would not know me, and ...... Over the years, I have lived a full and happy life, eighteen years is enough. ”

There was one more sentence that he did not utter.

Back then, he occupied the magpie's nest and occupied the body of this nameless abandoned baby, and there will be a day when someone will occupy the magpie's nest in the future, which is not wronged, which can't help but make him suddenly have a hint of enlightenment-

Maybe there really is karma in the world?

The dim candlelight reflected the shadowy face of the Lord of Pingle County, and I saw her staring at Lin Qi with tears in her eyes for a long time, before she took a deep breath and said, "I can't talk about you, but I know that someone wants your life, and I can't ignore it." ”

After speaking, she reached out and grabbed Lin Qi's wrist, turned around to leave, and said: "Let's go, I'll take you to see Daddy, let Daddy help you find a way, it was the Lord who sent you to the palace back then, Daddy may have a way, but it really doesn't work, you just go away and hide." ”

Lin Qi sighed again, and before he could speak, he heard the yellow-robed Taoist beside him speak: "County Lord, the old Taoist advises you...... Don't waste your thoughts. ”

"In vain?" the county lord of Pingle suddenly turned his head to look at the yellow-robed Daoist.

The yellow-robed Taoist sighed: "The candidate for the seizure is not so easy to find, it must be suitable for one's own body, and the number of lives, birthdays, and talents are similar to each other in order to succeed, not to mention anything else, just a person with such a talent as Lin Gongzi, there are not many people in the world, not to mention the number of lives and birthdays are similar, I am afraid that the second one will not be found in the whole world." ”

At this point, he sighed again and said, "Therefore, it is impossible for the Lord to give up Lin Gongzi at all. ”

The county lord of Pingle was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "It's a big deal if I ask my father to ask for the saint, I don't believe it, and I can't find the second one with the strength of the whole country! ”

The yellow-robed Taoist was slightly stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "Escape? Then it is even more nonsense, with the means of the Lord to reach the sky, even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, I am afraid that he will not be able to escape from the palm of his hand." ”

"But ......"

The county lord of Pingle looked anxious, and when he was about to speak, Lin Qi reached out and grabbed her.

"Don't talk about it, Sister Pingle. ”

She turned her head to look, Lin Qi shook his head at her, and said: "I have thought of these for a long time, Director Guan has lived in the capital for so many years, and even those immortal masters I have seen, no one dares to say more, I know it...... The Lord must be a great man, he is not afraid of me to escape, which means that I can't escape. ”

He paused, and smiled at the county lord of Pingle: "Besides, this is also what I promised back then, could it be that my sister wants me to become a dishonest person?"

"I just don't want you to die......"

The county lord of Pingle bit his lip tightly, his eyes were red and his eyes were red, and tears rolled down.

Lin Qi patted the back of her hand and said with a smile: "It's not like I'm going to die tomorrow, now it's nearly three years away from the appointment of the Lord, it's three years to be sad, and it's three years to be happy, so why should I think so much? It's just to add to my troubles." ”

The yellow-robed Taoist sighed lightly: "It is rare for a son to have such a heart and insight, and Xiaodao admires it very much." ”

The county lord of Pingle looked at the smile on his face and couldn't help but be stunned.

The night breeze of early spring blows gently, and the white magnolia still blooms proudly in the cold, the flower shadow is lonely, and the fragrance is cold, just like when he came.

Come alone, go alone, maybe this is the posture he should have when he leaves?

......

Spring comes and falls, flowers bloom.

Unconsciously, the magnolia tree in the front courtyard of King Ning's Mansion has bloomed, withered and fallen seventeen times.

The Lord of Pingle and Prince Ning also seemed to be aware of the imminence of that day, and in the past three years, their attitude towards Lin Qi has become more and more gentle and cordial, almost to the point of responding to all requests.

Prince Ning also went to Hanshan more than once to seek the Viewer, trying to see the Viewer, begging the Viewer to find someone else, but never saw him.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?

Even if King Ning was entrusted by the Lord to take in Lin Qi, but the princess died early, and the dark illness he left on the battlefield in the past years left him childless, and after eighteen years of getting along, he had already regarded Lin Qi as his own child.

It's a pity that the sky is easy to thank, and it is difficult to stay in the summer.

It's another year of frost.

It has been a full eighteen spring and autumn seasons since that snowy night.

It was another cold and lonely night, and it was rare for a goose feather snow to fall in advance in the capital, which made this majestic giant city melt into a silver state, attracting many talented people in Beijing to enjoy the snow and write poems for this wonderful scene.

And only a few people guessed what the arrival of this early snow meant.

Just like that snowier night eighteen years ago than usual.

Ningwangfu East Garden.

In the dark and silent room, only a little candlelight flickered softly, and only the sound of wind and snow outside the house and the crackling of burning charcoal could be heard.

Lin Qi sat cross-legged on the brocade pier next to the low table, looking at the snowy scene outside the house attentively, slowly recalling his life in the past eighteen years, recalling the experience of his previous life, sometimes smiling, sometimes shaking his head.

After a while, he lifted the lid of the copper kettle on the small stove next to him, glanced through the steaming mist of water, and couldn't help but smile on his lips.

And suddenly—

The wind and snow outside the house suddenly stopped, and the snowflakes seemed to freeze in mid-air, and then fell again.

"I haven't seen you for eighteen years, but I didn't expect that you still have the leisure to make tea at this time?"

Then, an old voice that had been absent for eighteen years, with a hint of laughter, sounded behind Lin Qi, abruptly, and as it should be.

Lin Qi didn't turn around to look, but just smiled and said: "Just in time, a scoop of dew collected in the palace Sigu Pond this morning, and the new snow under the eaves selected by the three scoops just now, converge into this water, just when the water is open, can the viewer accompany me to drink a cup of new tea?"

"That's the bother. The Spectator chuckled and sat down.

Lin Qi first poured a cup of boiling water to warm the cold purple sand tea set, and then took out the new tea leaves offered by the palace on the side and put them in the pot, slowly poured the boiling water into it, and then passed the tea foam, washed the tea and brewed it again, waited for a moment, poured a cup of tea, and then slowly turned around and offered it to the Lord.

I haven't seen him for eighteen years, and the viewer hasn't changed in the slightest, his face is still as white as a deceased, still wearing the tattered blue robe, there are still scorched black scars on his skin, and he still has the huge soles of his feet like white lotus.

The years on his body seemed to have frozen eighteen years ago.

Lin Qi looked at the viewer with an unchanged face, his eyes seemed to be the same abandoned baby who was saved eighteen years ago, slowly handed the teacup to the viewer, and said softly:

"Please. ”

The viewer stretched out his hands to take the teacup, sniffed the tea, slowly lowered his head, sipped lightly, and then closed his eyes and savored it.

After a while, the viewer opened his eyes, showed a smile, and praised softly: "Water is not very good water, and tea is just ordinary tea, but the people who make tea are extraordinary, and this tea is worth reminiscing about." ”

"The first life of the Lord is the age of a thousand years, and for this alone, this tea is not ordinary tea. Lin Qi smiled lightly.

The viewer stroked his beard, shook his head and smiled: "Long live the name of Qianqiu, lonely after death." ”