The Rise of the Cold Gate in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Chapter 125 The Sound of Swords in the Mist
The grass grows and the warbler flies in February, and the willows are drunk in the spring.

In the early spring of the second year of Shengping, it was cold and cold, and there was nothing special about it.

After a winter's dormancy, Fengqi Lake gradually wakes up. The lake water is sandwiched with the mist of spring, swimming towards the shore layer by layer. The willows on both sides of the embankment are the first to feel the existence of spring. Between them, it is embellished with a light green belt.

After Xiao Shu left, there was a woman who danced swords in the morning on the waterside pavilion by the lake. She was not like an ordinary boudoir lady, always wearing black clothes with a waist and a neat bun.

One morning, when the ground was subtly illuminated by a twilight, Xiao Qinzhi was awakened by the sound of a sword cutting through the air. Out of curiosity, he got up and came to check, only to find out that it was Yang Yu who was practicing sword.

In the following days, the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air became a wake-up call, so that Xiao Qinzhi's strange problem of always waking up at night and dying in the morning was gradually cured.

Before, Xiao Qinzhi said that Xiao Shu had a good vision, and Yang Yu was a maverick woman. She practiced martial arts all the year round and had a good figure. She was not as weak as the wind, but as flexible as a bamboo branch.

Yang Yu's skin is not fair, but a healthy yellow color, which runs counter to the aesthetics of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but Yang Yu is really not ugly, with well-built features and a heroic appearance, which is innate.

The "Qinglou" is adjacent to the "Booklou", and the waterside pavilion near the lake is not far away. When Yang Yu practiced his sword, Xiao Qinzhi also "lived" and walked slowly along the embankment with a book in his hand. Hengqu, on the north side of Fengqi Lake, was returning to the original place, and after going back and forth, it was already daylight.

After breakfast, Xiao Qinzhi will climb Jinniu Mountain to Xianrentai holding the bamboo flute. After practicing music, he will go to the martial arts training ground to practice martial arts. In the afternoon, he will hide in the study and read to pass the boring time.

For Xiao Qinzhi, a brother-in-law who is so famous that he is so famous, Yang Yu keeps a respectful distance, because Yang Yu thinks Xiao Qinzhi is very weird, and Xiao Qinzhi, the "gentle, courteous and modest" Xiao Qinzhi that Xiao Shu and his brothers talk about, is almost the same. two people.

During the days when she was married to the Xiao family, Yang Yu only saw Xu Miao and the fat old eight go to the "Qinglou", and the elder sister Xiao Yunzhi and Xiao mother often went there, and the rest of the people seemed to be afraid of Xiao Qin Of.

At last year's Bei Ya Ji, Xiao Qinzhi was not like this, but this year he became very withdrawn. Yang Yu felt that there must be something hidden in it, but as a bride, she is not suitable to explore the secrets of her uncle.

If it wasn't for good friend Yan Ruoyu's letter asking for it, Yang Yu probably wouldn't have taken the initiative to talk to Xiao Qinzhi, let alone intervene in their affairs.

Yang Yu put away the sword, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with an embroidered handkerchief, squinted his eyes, and looked towards the embankment, a white figure strolling into his eyes, Yang Yu breathed in the morning breeze, with a three-point entanglement, three Feeling very worried and helpless, I greeted you on my own initiative.

"Shiro, good morning!"

Xiao Qinzhi was stunned for a moment, bowed slightly, held the book in front of him with one hand, crossed the other hand, and saluted politely: "Second sister-in-law, good."

"As entrusted by someone, I want to ask you something." Yang Yu said bluntly, standing upright on the waterside pavilion, holding the sword behind his back, watching with complicated eyes, thinking: "Famous Jiangzuo, the jade face She is talented and has a weird temper, would it be good for Ah Yu to marry him?"

"Who entrusted it?" Xiao Qinzhi wondered, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, and it was probably her who was able to connect with Yang Yu and himself at the same time.

"Si Lang doesn't know?" Yang Yu frowned slightly, feeling a chill in his heart.

"I know it's her, it's not her, what do you want to ask?" Xiao Qinzhi said flatly, in these days when no one disturbed him, in the drowsiness of day and night, the snow that entered winter last year seemed to be still falling, and the future As for forgetting that there is such a thing as engagement.

"She said that the fate of the family cannot be violated. Although she is a woman, she is not as famous as the talented woman of the Xie family, but she has her own universe. She once said that she needs to marry a talented person who surpasses herself. If this year's Bei Ya Ji, Shiro goes to Jingkou, she wants to be with you. Wenbi, but please be willing." There was no cowardice in Yang Yu's voice, just like the sword he used, the blade was sharp and cold.

Following the river of memory, Li Chaoyang went back to last year's Bei Ya Ji. It seemed that a figure in Tsing Yi floated in front of his eyes. He made things difficult for Xiao Shu on the corridor of Diao's middle courtyard. scene.

Thinking of this, Xiao Qinzhi suddenly understood why she had to compare with Xie Daoyun. It turned out that Xiao Qinzhi gave her a poem for each of them. Daoyun and Ruoyu, one poem for each person, one soil for one water It's like a prank by God, insisting on mixing the fates of three unrelated people together, it's just helpless.

But Xiao Qinzhi only has one her in his heart, there is no second her, and he doesn't want to hurt that girl in Tsing Yi, but he has nothing to do, sniffing the slight cold of early spring, hesitantly and wandering in this misty morning.

Yang Yu felt a bit of the coolness of early spring for Yan Ruoyu, fixed her eyes on the white figure on the embankment, did not see him move for a long time, was not angry in her heart, and was going forward with Xiao Qinzhi, when she suddenly heard Xiao Qinzhi wandering: "The second sister-in-law replied, Wen There is no need to compare, talk or one or two."

"It's just a few words, but is there anything else?" Yang Yu asked angrily.

"The green mountain is about to turn back to the green stream, and the ancient wood is covered by spring clouds. Let's add these two sentences together." Xiao Qinzhi said in a daze.

"Okay." Yang Yu said, with a dignified face, sullen, and the sword in his hand seemed to strike out in vain, cutting off the mist in front of him inch by inch, accidentally touching a willow branch, the willow fell in the air, and was cut off by the sword's edge One inch, and suddenly flew obliquely towards the embankment, deeply inserted into the soil, less than three inches away from Xiao Qin's toes.

Xiao Qinzhi stopped, bent down and picked up this willow branch.

"Jade heads in the mountains, Yaotai under the moon, Shiro gave poems as a gift, why did the mountain turn back and the stream was covered by wood clouds? Is this the so-called romanticism of celebrities?" Yang Yu was puzzled, and asked for his best friend's injustice.

Xiao Qinzhi could have explained it, but he couldn't explain it, so he stuck the willow stick by the lake, nodded apologetically to Yang Yu on the waterside pavilion, and walked forward.

In late February, Xiao's two large ships set off from Xijin Ferry to Jingkou to participate in the annual Bei Ya Ji. This year, since Xiao's return to the ranks of the nobles, the lineup has grown a lot.

There were a lot more entourage, one Xiao Shu was missing, but there were several young brothers of the right age. The fat old eight was dressed in the outfit that Xiao Shu pretended to be last year. After less than half a day, he couldn't help bragging about all kinds of deeds at the Bei Ya Ji to a group of clan brothers who had never seen the world.

This year, the patriarch still led the team. The seventh and ninth uncles went to Xuzhou, and the fifth and eighth uncles were busy with this year’s spring tea, so the third uncle, as the county magistrate, had to bring dozens of parts and serve as accompanying guards.

The third uncle, Xiao Shi, became the county magistrate of Wujin from Yanling documents last year, and the Xiao family returned to the ranks of the gentry, and it will be a few years before he enters the county mansion.

He is middle-aged, his official career is clear, and the Xiao family is full of vigor and prosperity today, which makes the third uncle look happy and energetic. He stroked his beard and looked at his nephew standing at the stern. Concerned: "Qinzhi, go back to the cabin quickly, your mother said that you are weak and your cough is still not healed, could it be that the cold wind blows."

"The sun is out, it's not cold outside." Xiao Qin said.

"Get out, if you're sick, where can I find a doctor for you." The patriarch scolded, Xiao Qinzhi frowned, and had to go back to the cabin. Based on what he knew about the patriarch, he might do something next.

For the patriarch, the little old man, Xiao Qinzhi is really big-headed. He hates and loves but is helpless. Scolding and kicking.

And to come to Bei Ya Ji, Xiao Qinzhi really didn't want to come, unexpectedly, the patriarch came to find Xiao Qinzhi at the beginning of February. go.

Xiao Qinzhi can finally understand Xiao Shu's helplessness, his son has been miserable all these years!

However, it's only been two months, after May Zhou Zhongzheng, Xiao Qinzhi is about to slip away.

[The day before yesterday, that book was all black and my mother was banned, so I had to revise the outline, so I didn't have time to update it yesterday.Oh, sorry. 】

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