Qi Huang

Xie Qingyan is the older brother of today's Xie Qingshan.

In good health—at least much better than his sick brother.In terms of talent, it is better for them to thank their family members to be a poet than to be an emperor, or to be a leisurely tourist or something. Unfortunately, fate always likes to joke with people. If you don't become an emperor, you have to die early, otherwise the queen mother will not be able to take power.

Once the first emperor died, all these young princes, except Xie Qingshan, had to go to see the King of Hades.

Xie Qingyan also got a cup of poison in the end.

At the end of the day, Xie Qingyan knew that no one in the world could save him, so he closed his eyes and swallowed the poison.

When he woke up again, he was no longer in the capital.

He was sitting in a chariot, and he saw an unfamiliar environment. In the empty car, there was only a boy who looked like a boy with him.

Seeing that he was awake, the young man said calmly, "My name is Feng Jiuyuan."

So Xie Qingyan knew that he was rescued by Wang Feng's family in Huaiyuan.

As for whether to steal the beam and switch positions, or to find another way, it is not something he knows.

The Feng family is gentle and tactful, but they are by no means good people. To save him, there must be other uses.On this hasty escape, the Queen Mother and the soldiers of the Wang family chased after him, and he went all the way without knowing where he went. When he finally ushered in peace, the injury had already spread to his whole body.

The sober life of Xie Qingyan came to an abrupt end.

And the Feng family is still planning - when they heard the wind, they made all the preparations so that they would not be swept into the waves by the torrent of the times.

More than ten years later, Xie Qingyan, who was already dead, reappeared.

The wind that has been silent for many years is finally about to blow again.

Xie Xuan took Xie Qingyan's hand, led him into the carriage step by step, took him back to the post house where he lived, and finally placed him in the place where he stayed.

He didn't have much memory of the emperor's uncle.The reason why he could recognize it was because of the blue-black birthmark on the side of Xie Qingyan's neck.

In the previous life, Xie Qingshan often missed his brothers in front of Xie Xuan.

It is said that they have elegant interests and love mountains and rivers, and they are present at temple fairs, spring hunting and other large-scale national entertainment activities.However, among the many princes, none of them are interested in the throne.

Xie Qingshan said that they did not fight or rob, and were indifferent to fame and fortune. At that time, Xie Xuan echoed while listening, and then secretly slandered: What is indifferent to fame and fortune is clearly cowardice.

Don't dare to fight, for fear of being the first bird to be stabbed in the head, dare not rob, for fear that others will benefit, and you will lose everything.

If it was him, at worst, he would fight to the death.

The memory of the past life and the memory of the present life are gradually confused and merged. He wears a young shell, but inside he is a heavy and tired soul. When he walks on this road, although he doesn't say it, he is still lonely.

Now I suddenly touched the slightest connection with the previous life, and at the same time I felt a bit of bewilderment.

Years have passed, and with few words, it is a life that others cannot turn back.

There are sensible attendants who don't listen or talk much, and only say that they want to take the nobleman down to serve and settle down, but Xie Xuan refused - he personally coaxed Xie Qingyan, who only had a child's mind, to rest in the cave, covered him with a quilt, hummed a tune, Confess all the patience left in my life here.

When Xie Qingyan finally fell asleep, the sky was already a misty snow-blue color.

When Xie Xuan yawned and walked out the door, she felt the biting wind, so she couldn't help wrapping her cloak tightly around her body. When she lowered her eyebrows and knotted her knots, there was a rustling sound like light feathers flying by her ears.

As blessed as his soul, he looked up and saw that the distant mountains and eaves, the bonsai and rockery in front of the pavilion were all covered with a thin layer of paper-like snow.

The coolness emanates from these inconspicuous little particles.

There are also endless rustles in the air.

On this snowy winter morning, people were too cold to take a step out of the courtyard, but not far away, a man was wearing only a light shirt, and even rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean and strong arms, swinging a sword in the snow .

The reason why he used "waving" was because he could clearly wield the sword with ease, but it seemed that the sword in his hand was extremely heavy, and he threw the thin sword half-deadly in all directions.

Anyone who respects swords dare not say that he is dancing swords with such an unsightly and incoherent swinging sword posture.

The evergreen tree closest to him was the first to suffer.

It is also very strong in winter, and the needle-shaped leaves that will not wither, following his occasional staggering a few steps, occasionally lowering his waist and turning somersaults, and occasionally stepping on the eaves of the tree trunk and kicking twice before flying down, he is about to rot. Shake the tree.

Xie Xuan looked at it for a while, then called out to him: "Qin Ting."

"brush--"

Qin Ting's posture of swinging the sword was not interrupted, on the contrary, it was more severe than when he was alone.He turned around fluently, saw Xie Xuan standing under the porch, smiled slightly, and flew towards him in the air.

Xie Xuan had no time to dodge.

Fortunately, Qin Ting didn't really want to fall on Xie Xuan, and rolled into a ball with him in the snow. Halfway through, he turned his wrist abruptly, and deflected the sword edge by three inches. In Xuan's ear, a "Zheng" was inserted into the pillar behind him.

"Your Highness." Just after exercising, Qin Ting was sweating all over, his cheeks and chest were frozen or hot, and large swathes of crimson spread.

He flicked his fingers, and a gust of wind hit somewhere. At that moment, a jar of wine the size of Xie Xuan's head appeared in Qin Ting's hands.

He held the mouth of the altar in one hand, and handed it to Xie Xuan: "Drink?"

Xie Xuan: "?"

Qin Ting smiled again: "Today is my birthday, will your highness not give me face?"

Xie Xuan calmly said: "Aren't you born in Huai Xu?"

Qin Ting: "..."

The last trace of a smile on his face disappeared from his flushed face like the twilight being swallowed by the night.

He shrugged, stopped looking at Xie Xuan, turned around and walked back into the snow again.

The high platform where he practiced sword just now has become a natural resting place.The courtyard of the post house is facing east from west, just in time to see the egg-yolk-like sun rising slowly from the other side of the sky.Qin Ting seemed to be ignorant of the cold, while looking at the sky, he poured wine into his mouth.

There was no sound behind him.Qin Ting could clearly distinguish the breathing of Xie Xuan from the others, but now, he couldn't even hear the breathing.

Qin Ting pulled the corner of his mouth and raised his head to take another sip.

The snow never stops.

Not only does it not stop, but there is also a trend of getting bigger and bigger.The round cover covering the wellhead by the side of the courtyard was piled up into a tall and ridiculous hat by the snow, and the evergreen trees around Qin Ting were also made out of shape by the snow.

A jar of wine quickly bottomed out.

Qin Ting loves wine, and he never wastes it. He drinks to his heart's content, but for someone like Qin Ting, it's a waste of money.

But at this moment, he was no longer like the Qin Huaixu in the eyes of the world.

The daylight that was about to come out of the sky finally emerged, pouring out the first ray of light of the day.Qin Ting put down the empty altar, and was blinded by the light reflected by the snow.

Suddenly, the coolness on the top of the head stopped.

Qin Ting suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked back, and saw that Xie Xuan had gone and returned at some point, still wrapped in a thick cloak, obviously afraid of the extreme cold.More than half of the whole face was buried by the white fluff on the neck, only the touching eyes were exposed.

Xie Xuan was holding a plain umbrella, seeing Qin Ting turned to look at him, so he put his feet on his feet and stretched out his hand.

He raised the paper umbrella over Qin Ting's head to cover him from all the wind and snow.

Seeing Qin Ting's expression, Xie Xuan's usually indifferent eyes finally showed a trace of surprise.

It turned out that the unusual color on Qin Ting's face was not frozen, nor was it triggered by alcohol, but the traces left by the emotional tears.