(ps: Recommend the fantasy work "Zhongxiang Country" by sea flowers, a novel that I personally like, friends who are short of books can take a look at the title of the book on the station.) ）

- Will he come to see me? Will I ever see him one last time before I die?

In October, Liaocheng has a light snow and early sunshine.

Shandong, the small thunder gate with the sealed sword and the sword, the boudoir, is filled with a strong smell of decoction.

The low-hanging bead curtain suddenly blew in the wind, and Lei Xiaoya couldn't help but shiver. She tightened the fox fur on her body, her sad eyes looked up, and she could only see a small square of gray-white sky.

The maid Ress skirt carefully held the medicine bowl, walked from outside, and asked with concern: "Miss, how do you feel when the medicine is boiled?"

Xiao Ya smiled faintly at the concerned gaze of the lace skirt: "It's not a big deal." It's just that...... I just feel a little cold......" She coughed twice with a low wheez, and even this cough was very difficult to use.

Lei Si Skirt said helplessly: "Miss, if you endure it a little longer, the cold city lord will be able to come soon, and he must have a way to alleviate your pain." And...... And didn't Dr. Gu say that as long as you survive this winter, your condition may improve, you ...... You must ......" Speaking of this, Lace Skirt couldn't say any more, because she herself knew that these words "maybe" and "definitely" were not convincing at all.

Hearing "Cold City Lord", Xiao Ya's listless eyes suddenly had a strange brilliance, and the corners of her lips showed a joyful smile of expectation and hope.

Lei Si Skirt sighed and muttered in a low voice: "Uncle is really, Miss Hao is also his wife who has only been through the door for less than two months, Miss is sick like this, he doesn't say to come over to visit, even if it is to send someone to bring a word of concern, it is good, I really can't figure it out, what did the lord and the eldest master think at the beginning, let go of the good son-in-law of the cold city lord, but marry the young lady to a heartless family like the Guo family......"

Xiao Ya smiled sadly: "In the tree is the young master of the 'Iron Sword Gate', he is busy with affairs in his sect, and there are some who can't get out, men, you still have to focus on your career, cough cough ......"

Lei Si skirt said unconvinced: "Where is my uncle busy with serious business? The night before yesterday, the little maid at home saw him looking for pleasure in the 'Xiuchun Building' prostitute...... "Feeling that he had lost his mouth, he immediately covered his mouth and did not continue.

Xiaoya smiled sadly: "Silk skirt, help me to sit in front of the window, I haven't seen the sun for a long, long time." ”

Outside the window, the sun has set in the west.

Xiaoya curled up weakly on the bed and chair in front of the window, looking out of the window, and saw that the cold plum in the small courtyard had bloomed a little bud after the unexpected light snow.

"Silk skirt, I remember that there is also a plum tree in front of the door of the 'Liangcheng Inn', when the flowers bloom in winter, Leng Leng often runs around under the tree, you and the stockings (see Chapter 6 of the "Great Wind Banner" volume) are afraid that he will fall, so they follow behind and keep reaching out to protect ......" Xiaoya smiled, like a child.

She put her hands on the windowsill, and the light of the setting sun immediately plated the pale hands with a strange golden yellow.

Xiao Ya took a deep breath of the chilly fresh air, and said to herself: "Lengleng, this winter, my mother will accompany you......" Xiao Ya thought of Leng Leng, and a miserable smile had already appeared on her face.

A gust of wind passed, and the branches swayed gently and dropped a few red plums.

Xiaoya sighed in a low voice: "Wen Xiucai often says that it is easy to grow old, why don't you also see that the more colorful the plum blossoms, the sooner they will fall......"

Downstairs, in the small courtyard, the white snow and the red plum blossoms are superimposed together, the white snow lining is extraordinarily white and moving, and the red plum is particularly red.

The young silver-haired man outside the wall couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the plum blossoms suddenly falling from the sky.

He gently stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, picked up the red plum floating in the air, and held it up in front of him with pity. Luohong, like the beauty of Luoxiao, will naturally arouse the pity of others.

The silver-haired man's clothes were all snow-white, even the shoes under his feet and the ribbon on his head were snow-white, and the whole person gave the impression of spotless white.

The silver-haired man followed the direction where the falling flowers were flying, and saw the plum blossoms blooming in the wall, the small blue brick and blue tile building cowering in the cold wind, and the people sitting in front of the windows upstairs looking at the flowers.

His heart was shaken, and his expression was lonely.

- Xiaoya, I finally see you again, but you are married to another woman.

Xiao Ya's dark eyebrows, Ying Ying's flowing gaze, and the peerless and independent poignant expression on her pale face were like ten thousand sharp thorns, piercing the silver-haired man's heart in an instant.

- Xiaoya, you can't die, I've lost Leng Leng, I can't live without you anymore, even if you have become someone else's wife. In any case, I must find the "elixir of immortality", and I must revive you!

The wind blew, and the red plum blossom in the silver-haired man's palm suddenly flew out and tumbled and fell on the snow.

He raised his eyes, and two silver eyebrows suddenly flew up, like two unsheathed swords.

He looked at the end of the alley, someone was drinking under an old locust tree with all the branches and leaves behind the snow, and the moment the person raised his head, the two curved eyebrows were like two flying scimitars, and the flying knife between the eyebrows and the silver-haired man's eyebrow sword suddenly collided together-

No one can describe the invisible confrontation between the two in that moment.

The man's face was covered with a thick plaster, his figure was a little bloated, there were a little wine stains on his chest, a hemp rope was tied casually around his waist, and a wine gourd was inserted diagonally.

The drunkard's sharp eyes were fleeting, and he instantly returned to his sloppy appearance, lowered his head and continued to drink.

Xiaoya didn't notice the silent duel outside the wall at all, her eyes looked at the plum blossoms in the snow, and she was still thinking in her heart: "Will he come to see me?"

"Miss, go back to bed. Lace Skirt was shouting again: "The wind is blowing, if you don't leave the window again, you will suffer from the wind and cold, and the cold city lord will definitely die of distress when he knows it." ”

"Alas......" Xiaoya suddenly sighed: "He won't come to see me......"

The corner door of the small courtyard outside rang softly, and the two girls turned their heads happily almost at the same time, looking through the beaded curtain, but no one opened the door and came in.

Xiaoya let out a soft sigh of disappointment: "Oh, it's the wind ......"

Outside the walls.

The silver-haired man came to the foot of the ancient locust tree, and the drunkard did not lift his eyelids, as if in this world, he was not interested in anyone or anything except wine.

The silver-haired man said, "You're here." ”

The down-and-out drunkard said, "I shouldn't have come." ”

The silver-haired man said, "But you're here anyway." ”

The down-and-out drunkard said, "I've never liked to owe favors. ”

The silver-haired man said: "He Wuyong is worthy of He Wuyong." ”

The down-and-out drunkard said, "You're sick!"

The silver-haired man said, "Do you have medicine?"

The down-and-out drunkard immediately took out a small turquoise porcelain bottle from his arms and stuffed it: "Take the medicine, you are indeed not lightly ill." ”

The silver-haired man smiled bitterly: "My illness is fine, don't you see that person is sicker than me?"

At the end of the long street, a young man in Chinese clothes with a sickly face walked step by step. He was very sick and coughed so badly that he seemed to be willing to cough out his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys.

The down-and-out drunkard looked at the young man in Huafu and smiled: "Senior brother, have you taken the medicine?" Thank you for being so sick and coming all the way from the 'Medicine King Valley' to find me." ”

The patient covered his mouth with a snow-white handkerchief, coughing violently and coughing up blood: "It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, and my illness is incurable, senior brother." ”

The down-and-out drunkard smiled: "Senior Brother Gu, I stole the 'immortal medicine' that the master and his old man worked so hard to develop, you won't be angry, right?"

The terminally ill young man in Chinese clothes smiled lovingly, coughed violently, and touched the drunkard's head: "Silly junior brother, how can senior brother be angry?"

The silver-haired man suddenly caught a hint of imperceptible murderous intent at the corner of the young man's mouth in Chinese clothes, and shouted, "Doctor He is careful!"

The down-and-out drunkard looked up and smiled as if nothing had happened, and the hand of the young man in fine clothes touched the ends of his unkempt hair, and as if he had touched a poisonous snake, he shrieked and retracted his arm, and walked away without looking back.

The silver-haired man secretly took a long breath and said, "Imperial Doctor He actually practiced the poison technique to the skin hole of his hair, Leng doesn't know whether to be happy for you or to be sad for you?"

"Who is Imperial Physician He?" the down-and-out drunkard poured a sip of wine on his back and gourd.

The silver-haired man said: "He Wuyong, twenty-seven years old, the sixth disciple of the 'sick demon' Gongsun Baimen, the valley master of the 'Medicine King Valley', is handsome and beautiful, and has excellent medical skills, known as 'saving the dead with white bones'; ”

In the gloomy and drunk eyes of the down-and-out drunkard, there was suddenly a glimmer of light, and the whole person seemed to have returned to the past period of infinite scenery.

The silver-haired man's voice changed: "It's a pity that He Wuyong is too conceited, this is almost a common problem of every young man who becomes famous overnight." In order to avoid the investigation of the imperial court, he faked his death to escape, hid his identity, and became a drunkard doctor and barefoot doctor in the "madhouse" of the "Beiliang" town in Saibei. ”

The down-and-out drunkard's eyes were a little green at this time, his cheeks were slightly fiery red, and he stared at the silver-haired man: "Seven years ago, I was chased and killed by seven people, including Kuang Shao, the master of the inner house, it was you who saved me, I stole the 'immortal medicine' of the master and gave it to you, we don't owe each other now, remember, you have never seen me, and I have never seen you." ”

With that, he staggered towards the entrance of the alley.

The silver-haired man bowed deeply to the back of the down-and-out drunkard: "Thank you Mr. Leng Beicheng for the medicine." ”

The down-and-out drunkard waved his hand back without looking back: "The 'Five Thunder Bombardment' of Jiangnan 'Thunderbolt Hall' is coming soon, you can do it yourself!"