【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

The first snow in Zhaocheng came late.

Although it was late, it came very quickly, as if to count all the weight accumulated in the past few days. The feather-like snow did not stop once it fell, and it was blindingly white in a short time.

It was at this time that Lan Xichen stepped into the gate of the city. He was covered in wind and snow in his plain clothes, his forehead moved with the wind, and he walked in a hurry without stopping for a moment.

Zhaocheng in the snow was very quiet, maybe it was freezing cold, and the stalls and shops on the street were all closed, so when Lan Xichen walked for a while, the sound of cursing and kicking not far away could be heard. It seemed quite abrupt.

"Little bastard, who allowed you to collect herbs on our territory? Give it to me!"

"Talking to you! Will you give it?"

"No, right? Hit him!"

"Look at his timid look, he really is a lowly bastard, a lowly bastard!"

"Hmph, you're just the son of a whore, and you dare to rob me, so I'll let you feel the pain today!"

Lan Xichen's pupils narrowed slightly, and he walked a few quick steps, turning around the street corner, and his goal was a scene where a group of teenagers surrounded a child and beat him up.

The child surrounded in the middle curled up on the ground, tightly protecting a medicine basket in his arms, but some medicinal materials were still spilled out and scattered all over the ground, and they were already trampled to pieces.

The child was kicked slightly to the side, and from Lan Xichen's direction, he could just see half of his pale face under the messy black hair, as well as the bright red birthmark on the center of his brow, which looked very much like that of the Lanling Jin family. Qizhi cinnabar.

Lan Xichen's heart trembled, and the next moment he was approaching, Shuoyue was not out of the sheath in his hand, but was lying straight in front of everyone, blocking the raised hand of one of the young men, and softly reprimanded: "Stop."

His voice was clear and clear. In the past, his words were warm and smiling, but now he was like the frost and snow, revealing bursts of coldness.

Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, the group of teenagers lost their smiles, and their faces were indifferent. They knew that he was not to be provoked, and immediately dispersed, leaving only the children surrounded in the middle, struggling to get up.

Lan Xichen helped him up, and only then did he see the child's face clearly.

A clean and delicate face that looks very well-behaved.

With Lan Xichen's support, the child finally got his feet on his feet. Slowly, he bent down and carefully picked up the few surviving herbs from the mess.

After he finished picking up the herbs, he put the herbs back into the medicine basket, and then he saluted Lan Xichen politely, "Thank you sir."

His hair is disheveled, and there are several bruises on his face. He is wearing a washed white coarse cloth with dozens of patches on top and bottom. He is clearly in a mess, but he is doing the most standard salute. , and his movements are calm and self-contained.

Lan Xichen stared at the bright red birthmark between his eyebrows, his heart started beating violently, and he said suddenly, "What's your name?"

The child was slightly taken aback, but still replied respectfully: "The boy's name is Song Yao."

Lan Xichen took a deep breath, paused for a moment, then calmed down, and asked, "How old are you this year?"

"14 years old."

Lan Xichen closed his eyes, his heart relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Song Yao, birthmark between eyebrows, just 14 years old...

This way of acting, this face, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity this child brought him...

Yes, you can never go wrong.

Jin Guangyao, his third younger brother, who used forbidden techniques to forcibly exchange his soul before the coffin-sealing ceremony to help him reincarnate, has finally returned.

He bent down, stretched out his hand to Song Yao who seemed to be a little scared, and said softly, "Come."

Song Yao carefully handed over her hand, and it was gently held in her palm.

But the next moment Lan Xichen frowned, because the hand he was holding was thin and cold, the fingertips were red, and even trembling slightly.

At 14 years old, she should be a teenager, but Song Yao is so thin that she looks like a ten-year-old child.

Lan Xichen felt a pain in his heart, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the person, and used his spiritual power to warm his body, the words in his mouth softened unconsciously: "You took these medicines... But someone in the family is sick?"

Song Yao pursed her lips, but did not answer, but said: "Mr., A Yao is very grateful. Could you tell me your name?"

Lan Xichen smiled, and replied softly, "Lan Huan, the name is Xichen."

Song Yao's eyes widened suddenly, and she said in shock, "Lan Xichen... Zewu Jun?!"

Although Lan Xichen is a member of the Taoist sect, Zewu Lord's reputation is well known in the world due to his many charitable deeds. At this time, Song Yao couldn't believe his ears when he first heard this name.

Lan Xichen nodded slightly, as if he agreed, but saw Song Yao violently break away from his embrace, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down straight to him.

He lowered his head, his voice was difficult, but there was a hint of hope: "Zewu Jun, please...help my mother."

Lan Xichen was taken to a Chu Pavilion by Song Yao.

It was still early at this time, the door of the Chu Pavilion was closed, and everyone in the pavilion was resting.

Song Yao quietly opened the door, and led Lan Xichen to the backyard. Lan Xichen followed him wordlessly, feeling that the surrounding houses became more dilapidated as he walked, until he heard a piercing cough, and Song Yao stopped Footsteps, opened the door of one of the rooms.

But it is a woodshed.

Song Yao opened the door and ran in. Lan Xichen followed behind him. As soon as he entered the door, he could feel a cold and stale aura rushing towards his face.

In the corner of the room was a simple bed made of wooden planks. At this moment, the woman lying on the bed was being helped to sit up by Song Yao, covering her mouth and coughing violently.

The woman was wearing the same coarse cloth clothes as Song Yao's, even more tattered than Song Yao's. She was covered with a thin quilt, and the cotton wadding inside had leaked out from the torn opening.

After a while of coughing, the woman looked at Lan Xichen and said softly, "Ayao brought someone back?... I wonder who this young master is?"

Song Yao said: "Aniang, this is Mr. Zewu, who is here to treat your illness."

The woman looked at Lan Xichen in amazement, she seemed to want to get up, but her whole body was powerless, so she leaned slightly and said softly, "Little girl Song Shao, I don't know if Zewu-Jun is here, so I'm sorry."

Her words and deeds are generous and decent, even when she is sick, she is also gentle and courteous, but Lan Xichen sees her pale and haggard face, I am afraid that the situation is extremely bad.

Lan Xichen saluted her back, insulted her, and began to feel her pulse, but just as he caught her pulse, Lan Xichen's heart sank.

This pulse condition is extremely weak, intermittent, already terminally ill, unable to recover.

Seeing that his complexion was different, Song Shao couldn't help but smiled wryly, and instead came over to explain to him: "I know my body well...I'm afraid it won't last for a few days, but the little girl is already very grateful for Mr. Zewu's willingness to come and treat me. It's all over, please don't mind Zewu Lord."

Song Yao, who was on the side, had been closely watching Lan Xichen's movements, her face darkened when she heard this, her head slowly lowered, her hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly clenched, her fingertips turning white.

Lan Xichen took him to his side, stroked his hair, and said softly, "Although it can't be cured, it can alleviate a part or two. I will try my best."

"This place is really... not suitable for recuperation. I will redeem your mother first, and then make plans?"

Song Yao raised her head in disbelief, her lips moved, but she didn't dare to speak.

He has lived in this place for 14 years, and now he really has the opportunity to leave here, just like a dream.

Lan Xichen rubbed his hair, smiled at him comfortingly, didn't say much, just said: "Take me to find the manager here, I will redeem your mother's life."

As soon as Song Yao took Lan Xichen into the front yard, she heard a sharp and mean female voice yelling, "Little bastard, what are you hanging around here? Are you lazy again? If you don't work anymore, be careful I'll beat you up." Half dead, I'll throw you and your consumptive mother out together!"

Song Yao shuddered when she heard the sound, and was blocked by Lan Xichen the next moment. Lan Xichen looked at the person with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

The visitor was dressed in a gaudy and gorgeous skirt, with a thick layer of makeup on her face, her lips were red like blood, and a mole on the corner of her mouth made her look even more selfish and mean. She was only focused on cursing Song Yao before, but did not pay attention Lan Xichen, who was following Song Yao, saw Lan Xichen's good looks and demeanor, his stern expression suddenly turned into a flattering smile, and he said, "Oh, I didn't notice such a difference between heaven and man just now. Young Master Zi, come, come, guest officer, please~"

It seems that it is undoubtedly the steward of the Chu Pavilion.

Lan Xichen's five senses are keen, and before this person came in front of him, he already smelled a pungent smell of makeup. At this moment, this person suddenly smiled, and Lan Xichen could only feel the makeup falling off her face, He frowned, resisting the discomfort and the urge to take a step back, took out the money bag from his arms and handed it over, indicating his intention to come.

Although the person in charge was surprised, after shaking the weight of the purse, he couldn't care less about it. He immediately smiled and said, "Young master, you are refreshing! A Yao, why don't you tell your mother to pack up and follow this young master?"

After she finished speaking, she walked upstairs with a smile on her face, shaking the purse with one hand, holding on to the railing with the other, and walked up the stairs with three swaying steps. Before she was halfway there, she heard a "click", and the railing under her hand straightened. It broke into two sections, and half of her body was leaning on the railing. This time, she lost the fulcrum and fell down with a plop.

She screamed, her whole face was distorted in pain, and she cursed and said some dirty words. Lan Xichen watched silently, and had no intention of going forward to help, but suddenly heard Song Yao behind her. It seemed like a low sneer.

Lan Xichen turned his head to look, but saw Song Yao looking at him blankly and innocently, as if the sound just now was just Lan Xichen's illusion.

Lan Xichen knew it in his heart, but he didn't say much, the place where the person fell was not high, the pain was a bit, but it wouldn't be a serious problem.

He tapped Song Yao's forehead with his fingers, smiled, and took Song Yao and Song Shao out of the Chu Pavilion, rented a secluded courtyard, and settled down temporarily.