Chapter 756 Three Snowmen under the Cold Bridge
In the house, there was silence for a long time.
The child in his mother's arms seemed to be tortured by the pain, and he cried and murmured in his sleep.
Empress Ying Ji hurriedly lowered her head and kissed his little face lovingly, then hummed the light cradle again, hugging him and rocking him gently.
Yunrong looked calm, but there was already a turmoil in his heart!
Yaoshou! ! !
She was unsophisticated and starved the little ancestor for seven days, and accidentally became the culprit of the breakdown of the relationship between the sect leader and his wife!
This is the rhythm of becoming a sinner through the ages!
She is sorry for Zhongyou! Sorry, empress! I'm sorry, young master! ! !
It was not only the sect leader who fled, but also Master Sijian who was in chaos.
She glanced at Empress Ying Ji with complicated eyes and a guilty conscience. After all, Yun Rong was not a person who evaded 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, and she sees Yun Rong, a swordsman who only reads books about sages, for the first time today. As soon as I stepped into the small building, I had already guessed everything.
Yun Rong has always heard that people from the Zhongyou Dynasty have strange and cruel methods. They must avenge themselves and protect their shortcomings.
I know in my heart that I have tortured the empress’s beloved son a lot, and I am afraid that what happened today will not go well.
Unexpectedly, Empress Ying Ji did not take the lead in the fight.
She looked calm, and smiled helplessly, saying: "Tianxi, no one knows that you are a fool among swordsmen. You are not ordinary, so I can't blame you for this matter, Ayu and others At such an old age, if you put a little thought into it, how can you not take into account the problems?
He is preoccupied with the rise and fall of the Tianxi Sword Sect. He also feels that An'er's qualifications are ordinary and he is worried that he will not be able to hold a big position in the future. His education is too radical, which I don't like. "
< br>Yun Rong couldn't help but feel even more ashamed when he saw that she was not surprised and understood her righteousness so well.
She raised her eyes and glanced at the child in her arms, pursed her lips, and said: "Little Master, is he okay? I am hungry every day, so I am afraid he is not feeling well? ”
Yun Rong also asked politely, but Lady Ying Ji was actually a good-tempered person. She smiled at her and said, "Do you want to hug him?"
Yun Rong was immediately at a loss.
She has never held a baby in her arms.
But after all, it is the sect master’s wife who has orders, and it is not easy for a disciple to disobey.
Yun Rong had no choice but to take off the cold sword from his waist, walk over with hands and feet, and carefully and stiffly picked up the child from the hands of Empress Ying Ji.
The child had been suffering from a high fever for several days and was very weak. Even though Yun Rong held the child inappropriately and was not as gentle and comfortable as Empress Ying Ji, she did not wake him up.
But in my sleep, I finally felt something.
In the arms of a stranger, the child's hands and feet suddenly became well-behaved and very well-behaved, far less unruly and coquettish than in his mother's arms.
Yun Rong hugged him, and felt that the doll's body was so soft, and there was a good smell of milk on it. It felt very different from the sword he held in the past, and he couldn't help but feel a little weird in his heart. .
She quietly touched the child's waist. The clothes were really too big. I was afraid that after watching the sword, I could only come back here for a meal at sunset.
Thinking of this, Yun Rong felt even more ashamed.
Empress Ying Ji touched a knot in the hair on his head and said with a warm smile: "I know that the Thirteen Sword Masters are often involved in important matters, and I dare not trouble you with my own selfish interests. , but I still want to ask you for something. "
Through her clothes, Yun Rong inadvertently felt the warm heartbeat coming from under her little chest.
For some reason, Dao's heart seemed to be touched for a moment. She asked softly: "What's the matter?"
"If this child starts crying one day, please be kind to him. Be gentle for once.”
Ying Ji smiled slightly, it was really beautiful for a woman like her to smile: "It'll be fine once."
Yun Rong couldn't understand that he had such a powerful mother guarding him, if the little baby She was crying, why was it her turn to comfort her.
Looking at Ying Ji’s pale face with a hint of frightening haggardness, for some reason, Yun Rong suddenly felt a little sad.
She asked in a low voice: "What hidden illness does Madam have?"
The faint smile on Ying Ji's face did not disappear, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be full of charm, but her eyes There was no ripple of color in the depths of his pupils.
She smiled like this, as if she was talking about an insignificant and easy thing: "I'm afraid I won't live long."
Yunrong clearly felt the little person's body in her arms trembling slightly. one time.
But he did not wake up. Instead, he buried his little head in her chest like a dream.
Yunrong subconsciously held his little head.
Slowly dissipate the warmth, coolness and humidity.
Her mind suddenly became confused, and her body felt chilly: "How...how could this happen? Your Majesty is in her prime, so don't talk nonsense."
Ying Ji shook her head, but did not explain that she was suffering from physical pain. He asked about the reason for the loss and said, "Let's not talk about it anymore. Miss Yun Rong may agree to my small request." Very light.
Seeing that Ying Ji didn’t want to say more, she refused to ask any more questions. She looked at Ying Ji empress deeply and said, “I dare not say anything about my lady’s order.”
Even though Yun Rong has never been a comforting person.
Although Empress Ying Ji never blamed her for her negligence, Yun Rong finally told the truth about the incident to the sect leader.
After the sect leader found out that his son had become 'squeamish' because of this, his expression was indescribably moving.
Perhaps I thought of the harsh and cold treatment of the young master in Dongli Xiaozhu, not showing any care and concern as a father, and the fierce argument with Ying Ji, that cold face Finally, Yun Rong showed a hint of regret.
There is a kind of person in the world who is the most hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
Yunrong doesn’t know whether the sect leader is soft-hearted or not, but his mouth is really tough and he can’t lose any face:
"I have never been hungry for three meals a day. After all, I am still at the age of studying in Linchi. Don't you tell others when you are hungry or cold? If you insist on forcing yourself into this situation, everyone will be unhappy. "
Yun Rong couldn't help but think of the disciples in the academy. If Xin Dao was used to tender care, how could the children not know how to act coquettishly?
Children who are left out in the desolate room with several broken books all day long and a cold candle outside the window, the first thing they learn is to be sensible.
Although the sect leader was quite blaming in his words.
But after this incident, Yun Rong occasionally passed by Dongli Xiaozhu and found that the little adult-like child in the bamboo house studying hard had a new coat to keep out the cold.
After that, Sword Master Yu might have truly understood the terrifying nature of Yun Rong.
He avoided the Quanxue Peak like a tiger and never took his son up the mountain to learn Taoism from her.
In the days that followed, Yun Rong had very few opportunities to see the young master.
Yunrong's temperament is to choose one thing for the rest of her life. She will not change her mind for prosperity. Wind, frost, snow and rain will not let her waver.
Such an oolong incident will naturally not leave too deep a mark in her heart.
Another year of autumn frost in the mountains and rivers.
In the frozen snow of the desert, a genius swordsman from Mobei suddenly appeared. He realized the legendary sword power and single-handedly defeated the four immortal sects in the snowy area, and became famous.
After Yun Rong heard this, he became interested in fighting, so he went to Mobei to have a fight with this talented swordsman and won a great victory.
Yunrong took advantage of this opportunity to develop his sword spirit, energy and bones, and finally achieved the goal of overcoming the calamity, and the whole mountain celebrated together.
On such a night worthy of celebration, under the lively celebrations of his fellow disciples, even Yun Rong, who was weak-minded, couldn't help but drink a few more drinks.
Feeling slightly tipsy, she left the banquet alone, taking advantage of the coolness of the snow and walking in the wind.
Unknowingly, I came to 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 steps gives off a cold color under the moonlight. Stars hang down all over the fields, and the dogwood grass on the snow bank is frozen on the bank of the cold river. A layer of crystal clear cool tones.
Yun Rong held half a bottle of wine in his hand, his eyes still blurred by the wind and snow blowing on the bridge, and his brows were still cold.
Inadvertently, with her eyes lowered, she suddenly heard the sound of breaking ice coming from under the Yuhan Bridge.
Feeling something strange in her heart, Yun Rong turned over into the river with a faint smell of alcohol. Her body was as light and graceful as a crane. Her white boots touched the water lightly, and she floated on the side of the bridge like fallen flowers. Under the bridge corridor, the light was not very clear, and Yun Rong was slightly drunk from drinking. He had to squint his eyes carefully to see clearly that there was a little guy squatting and curled up under the bridge.
Yunrong thought he had seen it wrong, so he blinked and looked again.
Who is that little guy if he is not their young master Tianxi?
The sect master has strict orders for this young master. After Mao hour, he is not allowed to leave Dongli Xiaozhu at will.
Over the years, he has never disobeyed in the slightest.
This abnormal appearance tonight may have sneaked out of Dongli Xiaozhu.
Yun Rong smiled knowingly, thinking that as the child grew older, he became more playful and bolder, and dared to run out and secretly play in the snow with the sect leader on his back.
Thinking of this, Yun Rong also felt a little helpless.
It's freezing cold today, and he's never been in good health. If he gets cold again, he's probably going to suffer from the sect leader again.
She bent down slightly, bowed her head under the bridge, smiled and called him softly: "Young Master?"
Who would have known that with this call, the smile that had not yet dissipated suddenly froze. on her face.
The hazy moonlight crossed over the sparkling river, illuminating the little guy's face more and more beautifully. There was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes, and there were traces of tears on his cheeks. clearly visible.
The young master... cried.
Yunrong's scalp went numb. With her laid-back personality that didn't want to cause more trouble, she subconsciously wanted to turn her head and pretend she didn't see him.
But just at this moment, Ying Ji's words from a year ago suddenly hit Yun Rong's heart.
She had no choice but to give up the idea of turning around and leaving. Yun Rong bent down in front of the little guy, poked his little nose that was red from crying, and stiffly comforted: "Stop crying."
What a strange child. Even when he cries, he cries silently and calmly, as if he never knows what arrogance is.
Who knew what kind of switch was involved? The mist in the eyes of the little guy who was just crying silently suddenly burst out. He threw himself into her arms with a roar and cried loudly.
The little guy was sobbing so hard that he didn’t know how to cry. His little face was a mess and he instantly turned into a little cat.
This time, Yun Rong was a little at a loss. She had never encountered such a thing before, and she never thought that a little guy who usually looked at him quietly could cry so fiercely.
Yun Rong was afraid that he would die from crying, so she patted his back and said comfortingly: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Can senior sister take you to catch the snow rabbit?"
While crying, he slowly calmed down, but his two little hands were still holding her clothes tightly.
The little guy is actually not difficult to coax, nor does he like to make trouble. He slowly raised his little head from her arms, with red eyes: "Father will not let me raise rabbits."
< br> Yun Rong was stunned, hearing the strictness of the sect master, but also helpless.
I remember that when she went to Dongli Xiaozhu a year ago, there was a pond in the yard with a square of koi and fat fish.
The pond existed when the young master was two years old.
The little fish in the pond is obviously an ordinary fish in the world. He has raised it for two years, but it has made him develop some spirituality.
Every time he spreads the bait at sunset and dusk, the little fish in the pond will swim happily and touch his little feet affectionately.
Sometimes he turns over the water and sometimes spits bubbles, which makes the little guy very happy.
But once, while playing on the bank of the pond, he forgot the time and missed his homework, and was caught by the sect master.
The sect master didn’t say anything at that time. It wasn’t until the next day that the small pond was filled with a flat bottom, making the small courtyard even more empty and desolate. There were no more lotus fish.
The young master, after his father left the small building, sat in the courtyard all night. He still did not make any noise, but there was no smile on his face anymore.
The sect master never said that he would not be allowed to raise rabbits, but from then on, he never dared to raise small animals again.
Yunrong knew that this topic was extremely unpleasant. She turned her eyes and saw the two little snowmen holding by his legs.
One of the snowmen carries a long sword on his back and has a crown on his head. He is high-spirited and you can tell at a glance that he is the sect leader.
The other snowman is tall and elegant, holding a lotus lantern in his hand. He is lifelike. Who is he if he is not the Empress Ying Ji?
Yunrong pretended to be exaggerated and let out a soft sound of surprise, squinting his eyes and smiling: "These two little snowmen are so beautifully shaped."
But the little guy in his arms did not. After being praised, he seemed to not want to discuss this, and turned his head to the other side: "Senior sister, you smell like wine."
Yun Rong knocked his little head: "Begging for a beating, senior sister. It’s obviously a daughter’s fragrance.”
The young master didn't speak, he just lay on her shoulder, eyes open, staring at the dust floating under the ancient bridge corridor, very quiet.
Yunrong didn't know what was going on in his little head.
He was really not in a good state tonight. I was afraid that he would be alone with his thoughts, so he could only continue to find a topic to chat about:
"Why did you only make two little snowmen, and where are you? Yes." We don’t have enough snow dumplings. Would you like me, senior sister, to fly up and grab two handfuls of snow for you?”
The little guy buried his cheek in her shoulder and said in a low voice, “Without me.”
Yun Rong smiled and said: "It will be fine if you give it a squeeze."
"That's it..."
"What?" Yun Rong was stunned.
The little guy hugged her tighter, his body shivering. A year was short, but he was still thin and small.
It should have been a crazy age, but he seemed to have been stuck in the past.
His voice was low, but a four-year-old child understood everything: "It would be fine without me."
"In this way, my father and my mother-in-law will not quarrel every day, and neither will my mother-in-law." My body was injured because of giving birth to me. There is no such mediocre person as me. Son, my father will not be ashamed of me. He will treat my mother as well as he did before, and she will not be unhappy and will not...leave Baituo Mountain."
Low. The low voice faintly penetrated through the thin shirt, which was particularly heartwarming.
It turns out that tonight, the relationship between Ying Ji and the sect master once again turned sour, and she left the White Camel Mountain alone.
But at tonight’s banquet, there was nothing strange on the face of the sect leader. His wife left the mountain, but he still had the heart to hold a celebration banquet.
Yun Rong's mood became more and more complicated. The young master's mother was gone, but she was still drinking the celebratory wine heartlessly in the main hall for half the night.
Suddenly there was a feeling of dampness in his clothes. Yun Rong lowered his eyes and saw a small snow dumpling hidden in his blue-grey robe with small sleeves.
The little snow dumpling was half melted by his body temperature, and its original outline could no longer be seen.
But Yunrong knew that it was himself he was pinching.
I didn’t dare to put myself together with the two little snowmen, so I hid myself quietly.
I naively thought that if there was no him in this world, the two snowmen would be able to live in harmony and love each other forever.
Yun Rong sighed softly, picked up his small body with one hand, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up the two snowmen, stepped across the water, and jumped to the bridge.
She pinched two handfuls of white snow from the bridge railing, kneaded it, and quickly made a fat little snowman, which was piled together with the two snowmen.
Two tall snowmen, one on the left and one on the right, hugged each other side by side, with the fat little snowman nestled under their knees.
Yunrong turned over his body, bent her slender index finger and gently scratched his nose, and took a sip of the fragrant wine on his cheek.
Her eyes were bright and she chuckled: "Where do all these false claims come from? I only know that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it is a matter of course that a family of three get together together, which is the most important thing."
The little guy in his arms stared blankly at the family of three on the bridge. He was obviously still so small, but his eyes seemed to be getting closer to the end of the day when he finally saw the only thing that was longing for him.
He turned his head and faced Yun Rong's half-smiling face. The little guy turned his head to one side: "The snowman made by senior sister is so ugly..."
Yun A vein popped up in the corner of Rong's forehead, and he smiled: "I think your butt is itchy."
(End of Chapter)