Fengyunyi

Chapter 8

into the night.

【Lulin Academy·Jiangyuan】

Lulin Academy is located at the foot of Lulin Mountain in the northern outskirts of Shangyi. The land basically covers the entire foot of the mountain. The academy is divided into four gardens, three of which are where students go to school.

And the house located in the deepest part of the academy—Jiang Yuan is where the Jiang family lives.

The house is not small, one step at a time, with scattered bamboo forests, snowy plums standing proudly, accompanied by pine and cranes, cleverly matching the ancient trees in the mountains, every gardening and landscaping is full of nostalgic charm, quiet and elegant, even the small rest pavilion It is also unique.

There is Xining Pavilion in the house. The second floor is an attic. , sitting on the ground, or playing the piano in front of the case, or writing and writing books, or falling in the spring and autumn, feel at ease.

The second floor of Xining Pavilion is Jiang Jingshu's bedroom, just like his own gentleman, the floor is covered with warm carpets, elegant and unique, and every decoration is full of literati elegance.Now the snow is quiet, the moonlight is frosty all over the ground, and there is only the sound of "ding dong" chess pieces falling in the quiet attic.

Jiang Jingshu sat cross-legged on the floor in the room, his slightly thin and frail body was wrapped in a thick pure white fox fur cloak, and he held a warm hand stove in his arms. He slumped lightly, picked up the purple sand teacup and took a sip Cha said, "It's the fifth game."

Qin Feng and Jiang Jingshu sat on the floor facing each other, playing with paper fans one by one. He stared at the chess game and regretted: "I almost beat you."

"Missing by a tiny bit, it's a thousand miles away." Jiang Jingshu pursed out a faint smile.

"Come again!" Qin Feng frowned, unyieldingly picked up the chess game and planned to turn over in the next game.

Jiang Jingshu leaned back comfortably on the pillow, covered the stove, and smiled lightly: "It's late at night, I asked Xiaoqing to tidy up the west wing, put the clean clothes in the wing, and send you a message Father said you should stay overnight and go to bed earlier."

"It's still early..." Qin Feng just wanted to stalk him.

But Jiang Jingshu didn't take this at all, he stood up and walked to the inner room, yawned elegantly and said lazily: "Master Qin is full of energy, I am a scholar and I can't keep up, I have to rest."

"Hey!! Xiao Shu... Don't run away if you win... Xiao Shu!" Qin Feng lay down on the ground in frustration and wailed, "Xiao Shu... Xiao Shu..."

And Jiang Jingshu, who was about to take a bath and change clothes in the back room, heard the howling of ghosts and wolves outside, and couldn't help calling out coldly: "Shut up."

As soon as these words came out, the effect was good. After the outside became quiet, there was a rustling sound, followed by the sound of closing the door. Knowing that Qin Feng had finally left Jiang Jingshu, he was also relieved.

Burning incense, taking a bath, changing clothes, the curtains were waving to bring out mist, Jiang Jingshu yawned tiredly and walked out slowly, wearing a blue undershirt and a white velvet cape, putting down the hair bun that was rigorously tied up during the day A few strands of three thousand green silk are tied with ribbons, adding a bit of soft color like water.

He had just walked to the bed and tidied the quilt for a while when there was a knock on the door, wondering who would come this late at night.

"Xiao Shu, it's me."

The Nanmen gate was opened lightly, and the clear moon shrouded Jiang Jingshu softly like frost. He nodded slightly, and raised his hands in a refined ink rhyme: "It's so late, don't you want to rest?"

Qin Feng stood in front of the door and stood still, staring blankly at the frost-covered man in front of him, gentle and elegant, unlike the arrogance in the daytime, with a certain seductive look that made him obsessed.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the two people standing opposite each other, casting ambiguous shadows on the wall.

"Zixu?" Jiang Jingshu called out in embarrassment, the scorching gaze of the other party was like a flame that almost burned him up.

Qin Feng quickly looked away, his expression was very awkward, and he walked straight into the other party's room like this, while Jiang Jingshu took a deep breath to adjust his messy mood, he closed the door and followed Qin Feng and walked back to the inner room .

Jiang Jingshu calmed down quickly. He calmly arranged the bedding and asked, "Why don't you sleep? Are you not satisfied with the room?"

"It's cold, it's not as warm as here." Qin Feng laughed unnaturally.

"Let Xiaoqing add some charcoal to the stove and add a quilt to the bed." Jiang Jingshu took off his cloak as he said casually, went to bed, lay down under the quilt, closed his eyes and rested, and added leisurely and calmly, "Don't forget to close the door when you go out, thank you gone."

Qin Feng pouted, and the impulse in his heart made him have no time to think about it. He rushed to Jiang Jingshu's bed and lay down with a "swoosh", and excitedly lifted the quilt and got into the bed.

Skin to skin touched under the bed, Jiang Jingshu shuddered and was stimulated to sit up immediately. He frowned and looked at Qin Feng who had closed his eyes and slept on his bed. Regardless of his usual elegance, he kicked Qin Feng in dissatisfaction. Foot: "Go back to your room."

"I'm so sleepy... just sleep like this..." Qin Feng murmured lazily, turned his back to Jiang Jingshu and continued to sleep with his eyes closed, the fragrance of the other party's body in the bed made him sip a touch of sweetness smile.

"Can't you sleep in the wing room?" Jiang Jingshu said coldly, his face turned blue and white, and finally had some ambiguous blush.

Qin Feng didn't bother to answer, and fell asleep under the blanket like a rascal, while Jiang Jingshu was even more restless, sitting on the bed stiffly with a red face, either lying down or lying down.

"Zixu."

"Qin Zixu!"

"Qin Feng! Get up!" Jiang Jingshu shouted dissatisfied.

With a "wow", Qin Feng suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, crossing his arms and facing Jiang Jingshu. He looked up and down at the angry Jiang Jingshu and asked strangely, "Aren't you sleepy? Are you not cold?"

Jiang Jingshu didn't dare to meet Qin Feng's probing gaze, he turned his head unnaturally and said awkwardly, "Go back to your room."

Qin Feng didn't listen at all, and simply stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Jingshu's acupoints. The other person lost his center of gravity when his whole body softened, and he was about to fall down. Qin Feng took the powerless Jiang Jingshu into his arms.

"You!" Jiang Jingshu stared at Qin Feng with his fiery beautiful eyes, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier due to the feeling of fatigue and sleepiness. The scene in front of him was blurred, and he soon lost consciousness. He fell into a coma, only remembering that Qin Feng's gentle smile before closing his eyes could reassure him.

"Talking about sleeping, you must force me to use force." Qin Feng shook his head and muttered, carefully put Jiang Jingshu in his arms on the bed, covered him tightly with a quilt, and then lay down with peace of mind.

The two shared the same bed, Qin Feng lay sideways beside Jiang Jingshu, staring at the other party's sleeping face, he inexplicably smirked, couldn't help touching the long eyelashes with his hand, and slowly walked along the high bridge of the nose. slide down.

Jiang Jingshu frowned in dissatisfaction even in his deep sleep, causing Qin Feng to withdraw his hand in embarrassment. Without thinking, he leaned over and kissed Jiang Jingshu's forehead. This taboo feeling has been a little bit since childhood It has grown and spread bit by bit, until today it is out of control like a flood that has burst a bank.

Where does the deep love go on a snowy night, like the wind expresses Jingjiang's ink.

The next day.

After a peaceful night of dreams, Jiang Jingshu opened his eyes in a daze, yawned gracefully and lazily, and then his face changed suddenly. He sat up suddenly and looked around. There was nothing unusual in the room, and there was no Qin Feng. Last night was a dream.

Just as he was meditating, Qin Feng's unrestrained voice came from far and near: "Xiao Shu got up, breakfast is ready."

Jiang Jingshu frowned involuntarily, and sat motionless on the bed. He saw Qin Feng walking to the side of the bed and looking at him leisurely while drinking millet porridge. Wenru is well-behaved.

"Get up, you can stay in bed better than me." Qin Feng said while eating breakfast, his handsome face was full of satisfied smiles, he had no intention of apologizing for his recklessness last night, as if he forgot about it .

"You eat yours, don't worry about me." Jiang Jingshu replied coldly and got out of bed to wash and tidy up.

Qin Feng put down the bowl, suddenly poked his head in front of Jiang Jingshu, blinked coquettishly, and looked secretly: "Xiao Shu, you were talking nonsense last night."

Jiang Jingshu's hands trembled slightly, and the next moment he still calmly picked up his coat and put it on neatly, ignoring Qin Feng, who was swimming behind Jiang Jingshu like a follower.

"I heard you calling me." Qin Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Call Zixu."

After Jiang Jingshu tidied up his green and white Confucian clothes, he carefully tied up his ink-like hair with a hair crown, and casually replied, "You got it wrong."

After holding his hands together, Qin Feng put his head in front of Jiang Jingshu and smiled badly: "You just dreamed of me, and you still don't admit it, tell me what we are doing in the dream."

Jiang Jingshu didn't even look at Qin Feng, but looked straight at the bronze mirror in front of him, skillfully fixed the hair crown in his hair, and then put on a bamboo green cloak.

"Xiao Shu, your hair looks better with a ribbon." Qin Feng shook his head and said sincerely.

"You don't care about me." Jiang Jingshu glanced at Qin Feng and walked straight out, with the wind raising the curtains and swaying along the way.

"Xiao Shu." Qin Feng floated in front of Jiang Jingshu like a gust of wind.

Jiang Jingshu suddenly stepped back a few steps away from Qin Feng, looked at Qin Feng defensively, and then walked away with a relaxed tone: "Go home, I'm going out for a while."

"Eh? Why are you looking at me like this." Qin Feng followed closely, chattering endlessly, "Come back and explain clearly, what kind of eyes do you have, hey! Don't go so fast~"

There was still some light snow and wind today, and the chill hit people as soon as he walked to the courtyard. The wind and frost covered the sky, making Jiang Jingshu shiver all over, looking helplessly at the vast expanse of white snow.

"Tsk tsk, I told you to wear my cloak, you wait." Qin Feng looked like he hated iron, and floated back to the second floor with ease.

At this time, Qiu Ji came to pick up Jiang Jingshu with an umbrella: "Sir, it's almost time to make an appointment with the teacher."

"Well, let's go." Jiang Jingshu nodded and left with Qiu Ji.

Qin Feng rushed down with a thick cloak in his arms and found that Jiang Jingshu had gone a long way. He immediately chased after him while shouting dissatisfiedly: "Jiang Qingmo, come back to me! Your uncle, come back and take the cloak away!" Put it on!"

Jiang Jingshu had a big head, he had no choice but to stop and wait.

Qin Feng caught up and glanced at the calm and breezy Jiang Jingshu, and quickly changed the thick cloak onto Jiang Jingshu, cursing and cursing non-stop: "If you run again, I'll knock you out !"

"Master Qin, don't say that." Qiu Ji reminded embarrassingly.

"Uncle Ji, what expression do you have?" Qin Feng was inexplicable, and tightened Jiang Jingshu's cloak, "I'm not kidding, if he dares to run away without waiting for me, I'll hit him right away."

Jiang Jingshu only felt his face was hot like a fire, he coughed a few times in embarrassment, distanced himself from Qin Feng, nodded gracefully and said, "You should go home."

"You go your way, I'll go mine, you don't care about me." Qin Feng pursed his lips pretending to be arrogant, and hummed softly, turned around and walked forward in big strides.

"Sir, what should I do?" Qiu Ji said in embarrassment, "The people over there are already waiting."

Jiang Jingshu frowned slightly, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "When the time comes, you stay outside and don't let him in."

"Yes."

【Shilan Temple】

In the early morning, the ancient temple is surrounded by bells and winding paths. The Shilan temple in the northern suburbs of Shangyi is full of incense. Now that the new year is approaching, it is the time when devout men and women come to pray for Buddha and fulfill their vows. meaning.

Jiang Jingshu walked up the snow-covered stone steps along the ancient path, with wide sleeves facing the frost, leisurely admiring the evergreen ancient pines and strange rocks on both sides.

"Oh, it's refreshing to walk in the temple early in the morning~" Qin Feng leisurely walked in front of Jiang Jingshu, as if he was here to play, but he was wearing a wide hat for fear of being caught by others. recognize.

"Why don't you go and ask for safety at home." Jiang Jingshu replied intermittently.

"What about you?" Qin Feng looked back at Jiang Jingshu.

"I'm here to listen to Taoism." Jiang Jingshu looked ahead and walked a few stone steps leisurely past Qin Feng, "Why, Young Master Qin is also interested in Taoism?"

"Not interested." Qin Feng hurriedly followed, walking side by side with Jiang Jingshu, "Then when will you leave? I'll come find you."

"That's not certain, Taoism is profound." Jiang Jingshu smiled.

"Hey, Xiao Shu, you know how to read sage books all day long."

"I'm just a scholar. If I don't read the books of sages and sages, can I use knives and guns and fly over walls?" Jiang Jingshu calmly changed the subject, "By the way, I heard you said that you were born in a Taoist temple?"

"Yes, but my father didn't even tell me which Taoist temple it was." Qin Feng said sadly.

"For your father, it's a sad place." Jiang Jing expresses his intentions, "He doesn't want to mention it, and he doesn't want to tell you."

"Actually, I have also secretly visited many Taoist temples in the past few years, but I have no news." Qin Feng sighed softly.

"Where is this Shilan Temple?"

"I also looked for Mrs. Congzhen, but she said she was too old to remember." Qin Feng shrugged.

Jiang Jingshu was about to continue to say something, but was interrupted by a steady voice.

"Mr. Jiang, I haven't seen you for a long time." The person who came was Shi Lan Guanshi, a wise man with a kind face and a sincere face.

"Long time no see, I came here today to ask for advice on Taoism, and I also ask my master to give me some advice." Jiang Jingshu nodded with a smile.

"Mr. Jiang has a lot of knowledge, and he is even interested in Taoism. I really admire the poor Taoist." She said sincerely, looking at the young man with a wide hat and bowing his head, "Who is this?"

"It's just a book boy in the academy."

"Well, Mr. Jiang, please." Congzhen didn't have any doubts, and led the way.

"Please." Jiang Jingshu raised his hand, gave Qiu Ji a hint with his eyes, and followed Congzhen to leave.

Seeing Jiang Jingshu go away, Qin Feng was about to follow when Qiu Ji stopped him: "Master Qin, you can't go, don't let people recognize you."

"That's true." Qin Feng frowned and looked embarrassed.

"I want you to go back to the mansion, sir." Qiu Ji followed the temptation carefully.

"How long will it take Xiaoshu to talk before going home?" Qin Feng looked at Qiu Ji expectantly and asked.

"I don't know." Qiu Ji shook his head frankly.

"Then I'll go back to the mansion to say hello to my father. Remember to send someone to notify me when Xiaoshu is home." Qin Feng said seriously.

"Okay, I've made a note of it, little one." Qiu Ji heaved a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'll go first." Qin Feng nodded contentedly, pulled the brim of his hat, and flew away like a shadow.

Jiang Jingshu followed Congzhen through the side door to the backyard, and walked around the corridor to the hidden place behind the Taoist temple. This is a cedar forest. Against the backdrop of the cedar, a man is sitting on the edge of a stone table drinking tea leisurely .

"Mr. Jiang, the person you want to meet has already arrived." Cong Zhen looked at the man drinking tea not far away.

"Really want to do this?" Jiang Jingshu frowned deeply, and asked again uncertainly.

"Mrs. Long has already explained everything to Mister, Mister shouldn't have any worries." Cong Zhen said with a nod of his head.

"If you take this step, you can't turn back." Jiang Jingshu clenched his fists and said calmly, "Whether it's Qin Feng or him, he will pay the price for it."

Or I will pay the price, Jiang Jingshu couldn't say that.

"Mrs. Long made so much determination to send the newborn child away. After 20 years of planning, the game has been set. Now it's up to you, sir."

"I understand." Jiang Jingshu lowered his eyes.

"The poor one will go ahead." Congzhen bowed and left the cedar forest.

Jiang Jingshu pursed his lips tightly and approached the man drinking tea step by step. Every footprint was engraved in the thick snow.

After struggling for a long time, Jiang Jingshu still walked in front of the familiar man.

The other party poured a cup of tea and picked it up, raised his eyes to see Jiang Jingshu in front of him clearly, the fingertips holding the tea trembled slightly, and the hot tea spilled made his fingertips scald and tingle.

"hiss……"

Jiang Jingshu quickly took the teacup and put it down, picked up a small piece of snow and put it on the scalded fingertip of the other party to eliminate the redness, eyes met inadvertently.

"How could it be you?"