A thousand mountains of wind and snow

Yuan Haosheng is shameless, if it wasn't for the young master of the Liang family, why did he just emerge now and was told those shameless and shameless rumors, he would still have the nerve to hang around in front of the young master every day, even in Dali Temple. It is really a dog skin plaster generally! "

"That person is a psychopath, just keep it at a respectful distance, just say these words in front of me, don't let others hear."

"My lord said, a few days ago..." Song Qi was signaled to be silent by Wen Jiang before he could finish his sentence.

Suddenly poking his head out from the curtain, it was Zhao Shu.

"Shenzhi, are you here too?" The young man was still dressed in a flamboyant red dress, with a high ponytail and a bright smile.

"Well, thank you very much."

"Thank you for what I have done. If you are not careful, your poems are outstanding, even if you write your majesty, you will not look down on me."

Suddenly heard the sound of horns outside, poor Zhao Shucai saw that Wen Jiang was about to be pulled away, seeing his impatient face, Wen Jiang couldn't help laughing, "I can't run anywhere either."

But that pickled thing will come to your door!Zhao Shu thought to himself, but went honestly.

Wen Jiang sent Zhao Shu off but also got up and went out, "Where are you going, my lord?"

"I've brought things here, don't you just want me to find him? Ah Qi, you stay here, I'll go alone."

The people around Liang Yuan naturally knew Wen Jiang. Before Wen Jiang could open his mouth, he gave way and opened the door. As soon as he entered the tent, the warm wind was blowing towards him with a disgusting smell. Yu stood quietly, what Liang Yuan was thinking that he still didn't understand?Isn't it just to humiliate him sincerely?

Wen Jiang closed his eyes and meditated as if he couldn't hear anything, but the unpleasant voice kept coming from behind the screen.

Another muffled groan was heard, but it was Liang Yuan who kicked the young man off. The young man had a pair of thin red eyes with affectionate peach blossoms, and something strangled a red mark on his temple.

If you don't look at these eyes, they are five points similar to Wen Jiang. The young man limped out from behind the screen with a red face covering his chest, but when he saw Wen Jiang standing on the side, he straightened up back, looked at Wen Jiang proudly and provocatively, but Wen Jiang still had that cold and aloof appearance.

The little boy itched his teeth angrily, and glared at him fiercely. He wanted to say something but still didn't dare to say anything, so he could only leave the door resentfully. Who is more noble than whom?Why are you putting on such a noble face?

Wen Jiang felt that this man was pathetic from the bottom of his heart, so he sighed silently.

He also heard the sound of rustling, which seemed to be the sound of getting dressed, and Liang Yuan's voice came from behind the screen, "Ajaan is here, why didn't he come to announce it? Ajaan bumped into him instead."

"What's the matter?"

"A-Jiang, A-Jiang, you are always like this, but I just want to come to you for a cup of tea, and I specially made it so warm here, why, has A-Jiang's etiquette been spoiled by that kid?"

"Didn't what you said last time was clear enough?"

"Then Ajaan still remembers his last name?"

Wen Jiang's hands in the sleeves were clenched suddenly, and the roots of his fingertips turned white. Liang Yuan looked at Wen Jiang's reaction with satisfaction, "Ah Jiang, Ajiang, it's better that you are for that matter, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Wen Jiang looked over with frosty eyes.

Liang Yuan smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing, Ah Jiang, tell me, we know each other earlier than that kid, why don't you think about our friendship at all?"

Wen Jiang sneered, "How dare Wen Jiang."

Liang Yuan made the tea himself and handed it to him, "Ah Jiang, try it, it's a new tea."

Wen Jiang twirled the teacup with his fingertips but didn't drink it. Liang Yuan stared at it for a while, then smiled, "So A-Jiang was just afraid? But A-Jiang's temperament that he would rather be broken than broken, is there really something wrong?" You can bear it too, can't you?"

"Master Liang is looking for Wen Jiang to humiliate?"

"A-Jiang, you are really...Since that's the case, A-Jiang might as well wait and see."

"Wen Jiang, wait and see," Wen Jiang sneered, turned around and left the tent.

Liang Yuan was playing with the teacup that Wen Jiang touched just now, Wen Jiang has always had such a temperament that he would rather be broken than broken.

I still remember the first time he met Wen Jiang, he hung up the poem in a high-sounding manner, saying that reciting poems was right, and if anyone answered, he would be rewarded, but Wen Jiang believed it.

When he saw Wen Jiang for the first time, he couldn't believe how desolate he had become, but he still remained cold and aloof. Even when he was stepped into the mud, he still held his head proudly and refused to admit defeat.

He really lied to him, he didn't want staff and followers at all, he just wanted a confinement. Although Wen Jiang was down and out at that time, his appearance was still outstanding. Underneath the appearance is such a dignified and arrogant person, who is sick and weak and a little bit fragile, downcast but full of talent, who would not want to be like this kind of person?

It's a pity, whether he is Wen Jiang or someone else, even if he poured him such a heavy dose of dirty medicine, but he was able to carry it without saying a word, biting his arm until it was dripping with blood. The next day, he could stand proudly in the snow and glared at him.

How can such a lonely high mountain ice and snow be overwhelming, but those rabbits with nothing in their skins are full of thousands?The more so, the more burning the desire to conquer.

Later, Wen Jiang planned to leave, but the people he was looking for all carried some traces of Wen Jiang, but unfortunately, it was just a superficial appearance.

Hearing the sound of porcelain shattering, he recalled that there was a crack in the teacup under his fingertips, and the tea flowed down Liang Yuan's hand. He stretched out his hand to heal the crack, but the teacup drew blood from his fingers.

5. Teenager

After Wen Jiang came back, the change from cold to hot was another burst of heart-piercing coughing, and he almost coughed up blood. He just drank a few mouthfuls of thin porridge and was about to fall asleep when another figure in red appeared He came with something in his arms, and when he saw the thin porridge on the table, the young master had a somewhat disappointed expression on his face, "Shen Zhi, have you eaten?"

Wen Jiang was about to answer, but Song Qi, who came to pack his things, said, "That's right, he refuses to eat when he's sick."

"Ah, what are you talking about?"

Song Qi took his things and ran away, but Zhao Shu really believed that Wen Jiang is not the kind of person who is willing to recuperate obediently, "It just so happened that I brought food. This hunting ground is no worse than Ningdu City, and the food is even worse."

Zhao Su really hurt his younger brother like an eyeball. Naturally, his food was much finer than that of a human. I couldn't believe that my young master would eat such health-preserving food one day. What Zhao Shu brought were all foods that cleared the lungs, relieved cough and warded off the cold, and they were indeed suitable for warming ginger.

The young master served porridge and vegetables very attentively. Looking at his bright eyes, he couldn't say a word of rejection. Wen Jiang had no choice but to be stared at by Zhao Shu and drank more than half a bowl of porridge. This is the young master. Let go, slapped his head, "That's right."

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, "I took this medicine when I was a child, and it is very useful for coughs and colds."

Wen Jiang took it, and froze when he opened the plug and smelled the smell, "You said... this is what you ate when you were a child?" Wen Jiang stared at Zhao Shu, as if wanting to Find out something from it.

"That's right, I have a wild nature, I go wild, and I always get sick without feeling it. The concubine Chen gave pills to us children all day long. This is the secret recipe passed down by the concubine Chen. When I returned home, I also gave me the prescription."

The light in Wen Jiang's eyes gradually went out, presumably it couldn't be Zhao Shu.

The pills in the bottle were of different sizes, and at first glance, someone had rubbed them with raw hands. From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Shu's shining eyes, and a warm current surged in his heart. It was because the pills were covered with a thin layer of jujube paste. Wen Jiang has been taking medicine since he was a child. Even he himself is numb, but he never thought that someone would remember to add a little sweetness to his medicine. "When I was a child, I was afraid of suffering and refused to take medicine. That's what my mother did."

"Thank you, Changyu."

"Hello, Shenzhi, is your body like this from birth?"

"That's right. When my mother was pregnant with me, she had to make a living to make a living. When she was born prematurely, she never thought that I would survive. It is considered God's kindness, and she left me in the world all these years."

"I used to know a friend who has excellent medical skills. If he comes next time, he will definitely be able to cure your weakness." Wen Jiang looked into his extremely sincere and earnest eyes, as if thinking of something, some kind of fleeting thought. Sad, but couldn't bear to let his kindness fail, so he agreed with a smile.

"Shenzhi, can I stay with you today?"

"Why?"

"I saw that Liang Yuan today, that dirty thing, and you only have Song Qi by your side, why don't you let me accompany you?" In Wen Jiang's hands, "If I don't sleep well, just tie it up for me."

Seeing his serious look, Wen Jiang really wanted to stretch out his hand to tie him up, but couldn't help but dumbfounded, "I'm afraid you didn't sleep well, and Qiushou didn't have a good time, but there's no need for it."

As soon as Wen Jiang got on the bed, Zhao Shu turned off the light in a hurry, and then... still went back to his old ways.

The tent is very quiet, except for the chirping of insects outside, only the sound of each other's breathing and heartbeat can be heard. Wen Jiang was born in this world for more than ten years, and it is only now that he feels a little cherished by others. , the feeling that someone cares is this.

The most famous thing in this autumn hunting ground is the white fox. Catching a black bear is not considered a skill, but if you can catch that dexterous white fox, it will be considered a real winner.

"Changyu, you promised me