long night walk

Chapter 757 Three Snowmen Under the Cold Bridge
Inside the house, there was a long silence.

The young child in the mother's arms seemed to be a little uncomfortable from the pain, and there was a faint cry in his sleep.

Empress Ying Ji bowed her head and kissed his little cheek lovingly, then hummed the soft tone of the cradle again, holding him and rocking him gently.

Yun Rong's expression was calm, but there was already a turbulent wave in his heart!
Yaoshou! ! !
She starved this little ancestor for seven days without knowing the world, and accidentally became the culprit of the relationship between the suzerain and his wife!

This is the rhythm of becoming a sinner through the ages!
She is sorry for Zhongyou!Sorry ma'am!I'm sorry young master! ! !
It wasn't just the suzerain who fled, but also Lord Four Swords who were in chaos.

She glanced at Empress Yingji with complicated eyes and guilty conscience. After all, Yunrong is not a person who shirks responsibility.

She bowed deeply to the mother and son on the bed, and said: "Madam, this disciple is guilty!"

Ying Ji has a clear mind, seeing that Yun Rong, a sword idiot who only reads sage books, came to Xiaozhu for the first time today, and she has already guessed about the matter.

Yun Rong has always heard that the people of the Zhongyou Dynasty have weird and cruel methods, they will revenge every revenge, and they are extremely protective of their weaknesses.

Knowing that I have tormented the Empress Empress's beloved son very much, I am afraid that today's matter will not be good.

Unexpectedly, Empress Ying Ji did not have the head-on rivalry.

She looked calm, and smiled helplessly, and said: "No one knows that you are a fool in the sword. You are not ordinary, so I can't blame you for this matter. Ah Yu is so old. Use a little thought, how can you not take into account the problem.

He is focused on the rise and fall of the Tianxi Sword Sect, and feels that An'er's qualifications are ordinary, and he is anxious that he will not be able to take on the big job in the future. I don't like the way of education is too radical. "

Yun Rong saw that she was not surprised, but also understood righteousness so deeply, she couldn't help feeling even more ashamed.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the child in her arms, pursed her lips, and said, "Little young master, is he alright, I'm starving him every day, maybe he's not feeling well?"

Yun Rong also asked politely, who knows that Lady Ying Ji is a good-natured person, she smiled slightly at her, and said, "Do you want to hug him?"

Yun Rong was at a loss for a moment.

She has grown so big, she has never held a baby before.

But after all, it was the suzerain's wife's order, so it's not easy for disciples to disobey.

Yun Rong had no choice but to release the cold sword around her waist, and walked over with one hand and one foot, her movements stiff and careful hugging the child from Empress Ying Ji's hands.

The child had a high fever for several days, and his body was very weak. Even though Yun Rong held the baby in an improper posture, which was far less gentle and comfortable than Empress Ying Ji, it did not wake him up.

But in his sleep, he finally felt something.

In an unfamiliar hug, the child's hands and feet suddenly became well-behaved, and he looked very well-behaved, far from being presumptuous and coquettish like in his mother's arms.

Yun Rong hugged him, only felt that the doll's body was so soft, and there was still a nice smell of milk on it, which was very different from the sword he held in the past, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

Her subordinates touched the child's waist quietly. The clothes were indeed a lot bigger. I am afraid that after watching the sword every time, I can come back here for a meal at sunset.

Thinking of this, Yun Rong felt even more ashamed.

Empress Ying Ji touched the hair on the top of his head, and said with a warm smile: "I know that the thirteen sword masters have many important things to do on weekdays, I dare not bother you with my own selfishness, but I still want to ask One thing for you."

Through the clothes, Yunrong inadvertently felt the warm heartbeat from under that small chest.

For some reason, Dao Xin seemed to be touched for a while, and she asked softly: "What's the matter?"

"If this child cries one day, please be gentle with him for a while."

Ying Ji smiled slightly, a woman like her really looked good when she smiled: "It will be fine once."

Yun Rong couldn't understand, he had such a powerful mother guarding him, if the baby was crying, how could it be her turn to comfort him.

Looking at Ying Ji's pale face with a hint of frightening haggardness, Yun Rong suddenly felt a little sad for some reason.

She asked in a low voice, "Madam, is there any hidden disease?"

The smile on Ying Ji's face did not disappear, and those beautiful pupils seemed to be full of charm, but there was no ripple in the depths of the pupils.

She smiled like this, as if she was talking about an unimportant and light thing: "I'm afraid I won't live long."

Yunrong clearly felt the slight tremor of the little person's body in his arms.

But he didn't 'wake up', instead he buried his little head in her chest like a dream.

Yun Rong held his little head subconsciously.

Slowly dizzy to relive the coolness and dampness.

Her mind was suddenly disturbed, and her body felt chills: "How...how could this be? The empress is in her prime, so don't talk nonsense."

Ying Ji shook her head, did not explain the reason for her physical damage, and said: "Let's not talk about this, Miss Yunrong may agree to my small request."

Regardless of big or small things, Yun Rong has always been open-minded, and has always looked down on matters of life and death.

Seeing that Ying Ji didn't want to say more, she never asked further questions. She took a deep look at Empress Ying Ji and said, "Madam's order, I dare not say anything."

Even though Yunrong has never been a person who can comfort others.

Although Empress Yingji never blamed her for her negligence, Yunrong finally told the suzerain the truth about what happened.

After the suzerain knew that his son had become 'squeamish' because of this reason, his expression was indescribably wonderful.

Xu thought of the sternness and coldness towards the young master in Dongli Xiaozhu, the lack of care and concern for a father, and the fierce dispute with Ying Ji, that cold and hard face finally made Yun Rong look at it. There was a hint of regret.

There is a kind of person in the world who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Yun Rong doesn't know if the suzerain is soft-hearted, but his mouth is really hard, and he can't hold back the slightest bit of face:
"I have never been hungry for three meals a day. After all, I am at the age of Linchi to study. If I am hungry and cold, won't I tell others? If I insist on forcing myself into this situation, it will make everyone unhappy. "

Yun Rong couldn't help but think of those disciples in Xuege. If Xin Dao was used to tender care, how could the child not know how to act like a baby?

A child who is left out in a desolate room with a few scrolls of books all day long and a half-windowed candle, the first thing he learns is to be sensible.

Although the suzerain's words were quite blaming.

But after this incident, Yunrong occasionally passed by Dongli Xiaozhu, and would find the little adult-looking child studying hard in the bamboo house with a new jacket to keep out the cold.

Afterwards, Sword Master Yu may also have really understood the horror of Yun Rong.

He avoided Quan Xuefeng like a tiger, and never brought his son up the mountain to learn from her.

In the days that followed, Yun Rong had very few chances to meet the young master.

Yunrong's temperament is to choose one thing for the rest of her life, not for prosperity and Yi Jianxin, even wind, frost, snow and rain will not let her waver.

Naturally, such an oolong event would not leave too deep a mark in her heart.

Another year of autumn frost in mountains and rivers.

In the frozen and snowy land of the desert, a genius swordsman from Mobei emerged out of nowhere. He realized a legendary sword intent, defeated the Sifang Xianzong sect in the snowy region with his own strength, and gained a great reputation.

Hearing the words, Yun Rong was motivated to fight, so he went to Mobei to fight this talented swordsman and won a big victory.

Yun Rong took advantage of this opportunity to develop his sword spirit and strength, and finally reached the realm of crossing the catastrophe, and the whole mountain celebrated together.

On such a night worthy of celebration, under the lively celebrations of fellow teachers and brothers, even Yun Rong, who is weak-hearted, couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

Feeling slightly drowsy, she left the banquet alone, taking advantage of the coldness of the snow and walking in the wind.

Unknowingly, I came to the Yuhan Bridge and listened to the sound of winter snow breaking jade.

The scenery of Yuhan Bridge is extremely beautiful. The thin frost on the railings casts a cool color under the moonlight. Cool tones.

Yunrong was holding half a jug of wine in his hand, his brows were still chilled by the wind and snow blowing on the bridge.

Inadvertently, she squinted her eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of breaking ice on the water surface from under the Yuhan Bridge.

With a change in his heart, Yunrong turned over and entered the river with a faint smell of alcohol, his body was as light and slim as a crane, his white boots touched the water surface lightly, and he floated on the side of the bridge and river like falling flowers.

Under the bridge corridor, the light was not very clear, and Yunrong was slightly drunk from drinking, so he had to squint his eyes to see clearly that there was a little guy curled up in a ball squatting under the bridge.

Yun Rong thought she was wrong, so she blinked and took another look.

Who is that little guy if he isn't their young master Tianxi?

The suzerain has strict orders for this little young master, after the time of Mao, he is not allowed to leave Dongli Xiaozhu at will.

Over the years, he has never resisted in the slightest.

This abnormal appearance tonight might have sneaked out from Dongli Xiaozhu.

Yun Rong smiled knowingly, only thinking that as the child got older, his playfulness became more and more courageous, and he dared to run out behind the suzerain's back to play in the snow secretly.

Thinking of this, Yunrong also felt a little helpless.

It was freezing cold, and his health was never good. If he got any worse from the cold, he might suffer from the suzerain again.

She bent slightly, bent her head under the bridge, smiled and called him softly: "Young master?"

Unexpectedly, with this call, the smile that hadn't dissipated suddenly froze on her face.

The hazy moonlight came in across the sparkling river, illuminating the little guy's face more and more pink and jade-like, his eyes faintly gathered fine pieces of water, and the tear stains on the immature cheeks were clearly visible.

The young master... cried.

Yun Rong's scalp went numb, and with her laid-back character who didn't want to cause trouble, she subconsciously wanted to turn her head away immediately and pretend she didn't see it.

But at this moment, Ying Ji's words from a year ago crashed into Yun Rong's heart suddenly.

She had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​turning around and leaving, Yunrong bent down and squatted in front of the little guy, poked his little red nose from crying with her fingers, and comforted him stiffly: "Don't cry."

What a strange child, even when he cries, he cries silently and calmly, as if he never knows what presumptuousness is.

Who knew what switch was involved in this moment, the mist from the eyes of the little guy who was only crying silently burst out, and he threw himself into her arms with a wow, crying loudly.

The little guy was sobbing and choking, his little face was in a mess, and he instantly became a little cat.

This made Yun Rong a little at a loss, she had never encountered such a thing, let alone thought that a little guy who usually looks quiet could cry so hard.

Yun Rong was afraid that he would die from crying, so he patted his back and comforted him: "Okay, okay, stop crying, senior sister will take you to catch snow rabbits, okay?"

Crying and crying, he slowly calmed down, but his two little hands were still tightly clutching her clothes.

The little guy is actually not difficult to coax, and he doesn't like to make trouble. He slowly raised his little head from her arms, his eyes were still red: "Father won't let me raise rabbits."

Yun Rong was stunned, and the suzerain's strictness sounded, but she was helpless.

I remember that when she went to Dongli Xiaozhu a year ago, there was still a pond planted in the yard, and a group of koi and fat fish were raised.

That pond existed when the young master was two years old.

The little fish in the pond are obviously ordinary fish in the world, and after being raised by him for two years, it just happened to make him raise a bit of spirituality.

Every time at sunset and dusk, when he casts bait, the little fish in the pond will swim happily and touch his little feet affectionately.

Sometimes turning the water, sometimes spitting bubbles, making the little guy very happy.

Only once, when he was playing by the bank of the pond, he forgot the time, missed his homework, and was caught by the suzerain.

At that time, the suzerain didn't say anything until the next day, the small pond was filled with a flat bottom, and the small courtyard was even more empty and desolate, and there were no lotus pods and small fishes anymore.

The young young master, after his father left Xiaozhu, sat in the courtyard all night, still calm, but there was no smile on his face anymore.

The suzerain never said that he would not be allowed to raise rabbits, but since then, he never dared to raise small animals.

Yun Rong knew that this topic was extremely bad, she turned her eyes and saw the two little snowmen pinched by his legs.

One of the snowmen carried a long sword on his back and a long crown on his head. He was full of vigor and vigor, and he knew at a glance that he was the suzerain.

The other snowman is tall and elegant, holding a lotus lantern in his hand, so lifelike, whoever it is if it's not Empress Yingji.

Yun Rong pretended to be exaggerated and surprised, squinted and said with a smile: "These two little snowmen are so beautifully made."

But the little guy in his arms didn't like to be praised, as if he didn't want to discuss this, he turned his head to the other side: "Senior Sister, you smell like alcohol."

Yun Rong knocked on his little head: "Begging to be beaten, Senior Sister is obviously a daughter's fragrance."

The young master didn't speak, just lay on her shoulders, with eyes open, staring at the dust floating under the ancient bridge corridor, very quiet.

Yun Rong didn't know what was going on in his little head.

He was really not in the right state tonight, afraid that he would be thinking wildly by himself, so he continued to find topics to chat:
"Why did you only pinch two little snowmen, and yourself? Is it because there are not enough snow dumplings? Do you want senior sister to fly up and grab two handfuls of snow for you?"

The little guy buried his cheek into her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Without me."

Yun Rong laughed and said: "If you pinch it, you will have it."

"Enough……"

"What?" Yun Rong froze for a moment.

The little guy hugged her a little tighter, his body trembling, a year is not long, but his body is still thin.

This should be a crazy age, but he seems to have been stuck in the past time.

His voice is low, a four-year-old child, but he understands everything: "It's fine without me."

"In this way, father and mother will not quarrel every day, and mother will not hurt her body because of giving birth to me. Without a mediocre son like me, father will not feel ashamed for me. Treat my mother well like that, and my mother will not be unhappy, and won't...leave White Camel Mountain."

The low voice faintly penetrated through the thin shirt, which was particularly soft-hearted.

It turned out that tonight, the relationship between Empress Yingji and the suzerain became hostile again, and she resolutely left White Camel Mountain alone.

But at the banquet tonight, the Sovereign clearly could not see anything unusual on his face, his wife left the mountain, and he still had the intention to hold a celebratory banquet.

Yun Rong's mood became more and more complicated, the young master's mother had left, but she was still in the main hall, drinking half the night's celebration wine heartlessly.

Suddenly there was a feeling of wetness and coolness in the clothes, Yunrong looked down, but saw a small snow dumpling hidden in his blue-gray sleeved robe.

The little snow dumpling was half melted by his body temperature, and its original outline could no longer be seen.

But Yunrong just knew that what he pinched was himself.

I didn't dare to put myself with the two little snowmen, and hid myself quietly.

He naively felt that if there was no him in this world, the two snowmen could live in harmony and love each other forever.

Yunrong sighed softly, picked up his small body with one hand, rolled up his sleeves lightly, rolled up the two snowmen, stepped across the water, and jumped to the bridge.

She squeezed two handfuls of white snow from the bridge railing, kneaded and kneaded, and quickly squeezed out a fat little snowman, and piled it with the two snowmen.

Two tall snowmen hugged each other side by side, and the fat little snowman nestled under their knees.

Yun Rong turned over him, bent his long and slender index finger to scratch his nose lightly, and blew a breath of fragrant wine towards his cheek.

Her eyes were bright, and she smiled lightly: "Where are there so many nonsense, I just know that the Chinese New Year is coming, and a family of three getting together is the most important thing of course."

The little guy in his arms stared blankly at the family of three on the bridge. He was clearly still so young, but his eyes seemed to be dying, and he finally saw the only thing he missed.

He turned his head, facing Shang Yunrong's half-smile face, the little guy turned his head to one side: "The snowman made by senior sister is so ugly..."

A blue tendon popped up on the forehead of Yun Rong, and he smiled: "I think your butt is itchy."

(End of this chapter)