The jade is shaking in the sky, and the snow is like floating cotton.

Qin Ziyin looked at the snow, looked at the moon door leading to the front yard, closed the window, covered the long fur with his hand and sat back under the lamp, and twisted the small needle inserted into his clothes.

The sound of horses sniffing in the front yard sounded. She raised her head, her expression slightly calmed down, putting down her work, looking up at the window, but her body did not move again.

After a while, the heavy step sound was approaching, and Chang Sihao entered the cotton curtain lift.

Qin Ziyin hurriedly got up and swept his head and shoulders, took off his cloak and surrounded his warm robe, led it to the stove to keep warm, and then picked up water to stuff a cup of ginger tea for him, and greeted Han Nuan in his mouth.

Chang Sihao was full of energy and blood. Although he was galloping in the wind and snow for a long time, he didn't feel cold. He thought about Jiang Wan's words all the way, and his heart was chaotic. He also heard Qin Ziyin's greetings. He slightly turned his hands to the brazier, and his body was raised on the chair, thinking: "If the south is so chaotic, if the Tsaidan Dorje really came, the two swells would be combined into one, and it would be like a waste. Altan heard the news and would not miss the opportunity to take advantage of the fire. In this way, wouldn't the Ming Dynasty destroy the country?"

After thinking about it, he suddenly felt quiet in the room and was lonely and murderous. Looking sideways, Qin Ziyin had already sat back under the lamp, and was stitching a small sleeve in his hand. In the needle and thread basket next to him, there were scissors pressing a slightly prototyped small coat. The fabric was bright red, which was somewhat similar to Qin Juexiang's old style.

If the grown-up little flower encounters a tragic incident and becomes like Yin'er, will she treat her like a thunderous sound?

After pondering for a long time, he called out softly: "Ying'er,"

Qin Ziyin continued to sew without looking up.

After looking at her for a while, Chang Sihao asked, "Do you remember the ruthless sound?" Qin Ziyin's cold eyes slanted: "You are willing to talk to you now, but why do you think of asking him again?" Chang Sihao had his own thoughts. He didn't realize the neglect of her just now, and continued to ask according to his thoughts: "In your heart, what kind of person is he," Qin Ziyin said, "He is very good," and kept saying, "He is very smart, can do various mechanisms and plays, and likes small animals. But everyone asked him to care about him, and no one really cared about what he was thinking, so he was very sad and often got angry. In fact, he was a very good child," Chang Sihao's voice trembled: "You remember all these," thinking that she might have recovered her memory, suddenly she was a little embarrassed that she could not face.

Qin Ziyin blinked his eyes, with a confused expression: "Chuntao is with me, and always talks about family matters. She said over and over again, and I heard it over and over again, but later I couldn't figure out whether I remembered it or remember what she said,"

“Um…”

Chang Sihao was stunned for a moment, his tense buttocks slowly relaxed again, and his spine leaned back to the back of the chair.

Qin Ziyin glanced at him with a little strange look, as if he wanted to say something, he hesitated for a moment, flattened his mouth, lowered his head, and the needle in his hand was plucking away, and the thread was obviously much faster.

The wind outside the house roared, and snowflakes hit the window paper from time to time, making a clattering sound.

Chang Sihao's voice was dull and he slowly said, "If one day, I will become enemies..." Qin Ziyin didn't want to pay attention to it anymore, but when he heard the voice was dull and sighed, he couldn't help but stop the needle and raised his head, and looked at him again: "Don't you and me, are you?"

After waiting for a while, Chang Sihao's gaze that lost focus then turned back from the window paper, looked over, shook his head and smiled faintly: "No one is it. It's night, don't wait for the lights to stop, just rest,"

Qin Ziyin looked at him for a long time, and his fingertips, holding the steel needle, gradually turned white. Suddenly, he seemed to have determination, and said resolutely: "You have a woman outside,"

Chang Sihao was stunned and laughed: "How could it be..." But he saw a glimmer of light flashing, and the pointer flew away. Qin Ziyin stood up suddenly and pointed his hand at her slightly bulging belly.

Chang Sihao was startled and said, "What are you doing?"

The steel needle "beau" sounded lightly and pecked into the archipelago.

Qin Ziyin said: "The one who sent me to pick me up home is actually yours. You... If you have someone else in the capital, you don't want me anymore, right?"

Chang Sihao was stunned and immediately realized that she had left Qi Zhonghua and others by her side. She knew that she had a misunderstanding in the future and thought that she thought she was sick and had a new love. Therefore, she sent someone to "fake" Qin Juexiang's letter to harm her. However, this matter involved Juexiang, which was really difficult to explain for a moment. She hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense, take away the scissors."

"Don't come over," Qin Ziyin sternly said: "I'll just ask you, is there any?"

Chang Sihao could hear that although her voice was sharp, her heart was soft. At the moment, a ghost step fell and turned her wrist with one hand, and pulled her into her arms.

The wind blew the window paper, and the candle shadow shaking. Qin Ziyin made a lot of effort, but he didn't move. Suddenly, a gentle "careful child" sounded in his ear softened his body and mind. His fingertips loosened and his scissors slid down.

Two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed out from her straight eyes: "Child, you still know the child..."

Chang Sihao was afraid that he would hurt her, so his hand relaxed a little, and said, "Ying'er, I was fascinated by the kiln sister for a while. I was wrong. I swear to you that I will never go to that place again and see her again, okay?"

Qin Ziyin burst into tears and pushed him hard with his head, causing a "dong" and "dong" sound in his mouth.

Chang Sihao stood still and felt silently.

After hitting him for more than a dozen times, Qin Ziyin was filled with sadness and helplessness. Finally, he hit his head in his chest, stabbing him without moving, and cried and said in tears: "If you dare to be unfaithful again, you will never think of seeing me and the child again..." As he spoke, his fingers closed and he wrinkled Chang Sihao's clothes on his back.

The candle made her black hair turn brown and red blood, and the radiance of the overflowing luster was a warm and fragrant warmth.

Chang Sihao lowered his head and sniffed deeply, without saying anything, wrapped his arms tightly, and closed his eyelids with difficulty.

The next day, the snow was clear and the sky was clear. Li Shuangji got up early to serve him. Seeing his face dark, he said, "Master Chang, if you have something to do, what are you bored?"

Chang Sihao thought: "It's something, but you're too eye-catching, you can't use it." Suddenly, a thought flashed and asked: "How are the four people under your command?" Li Shuangji said: "It's great, listen to me," Chang Sihao nodded: "Call me,"

Soon Qi Zhonghua, Ni Honglei, Guo Qiang and Wu Zhiming came to the hall to greet Chang Sihao, and they had already changed their clothes from the Marquis's Mansion.

Seeing that Qi Zhonghua's face was not healed, Chang Sihao asked with some plaster gauze on it, "How is it better?" Qi Zhonghua hurriedly bowed his head: "It's much better, the little man is humble, and he dare not help but express his condolences," Chang Sihao said, "I don't treat you as an outsider, and you don't want to see you yourself,"

The four people said yes.

Chang Sihao glanced around their faces and smiled on his face: "The people in this yard are given by the emperor. They should keep two points of depth when speaking, and they should keep three points of politeness when using people. This is a thank you to Tianen. In this way, they are not as relaxed as their own family."

Qi Zhonghua's magical head was so wise that he heard something else in his words, so he hurriedly went up to pay his respects: "It is a blessing for the young people to be able to follow the Marquis. After all, we are old members of the Qin family. If you have any questions, please give me instructions and keep it safe and secure, and feel at ease."

"good,"

Chang Sihao was very satisfied and asked Li Shuangji to send a message in front of the door: If General Manager Liu came, there was no need to report it, just let in. He waved the other three people back and summoned Qi Zhonghua to approach him, and told him in his ear: "You go to the Hundred Swords Alliance Headquarters immediately, let the people in his alliance pass the message to Juexuan, and then say..." The voice was low. Qi Zhonghua nodded repeatedly and turned around. After the arrangement was finished, Chang Sihao cleaned his face and came to the front hall, hung up the curtain, sat by the charcoal brazier and looked at the snow in the yard, crossed his legs, and tasted the pumpkin porridge made by Qin Ziyin.

After a while, Liu Jinwu arrived early. He smiled and greeted him in the yard. Qin Ziyin gave up his seat with a bowl of porridge and added a spoon, and said, "Uncle also tasted a cup," Liu Jinwu shook his head and smiled: "I have eaten it, I dare not ask my sister-in-law to greet him." As he said that, he swept away, and saw Chang Sihao expressionless, and his eyes were placed in the yard to watch the snow.

After eating all the porridge one spoonful after a spoonful, Chang Sihao said: "If you still have a good appetite, just let it go. It's not easy for your sister-in-law to bring it to you."

Qin Ziyin heard this while listening to it, gently stroked a slightly bulging belly with one hand, smiling and slightly red.

Liu Jinwu nodded and laughed: "Yes," he picked up the bowl and tasted it, but the porridge became a little cold again.

Chang Sihao saw it and pretended not to know it, and asked, "The robe was sent to Danbaston,"

Liu Jinwu nodded: "I sent it last night. How dare I delay what the emperor ordered?" He slowly brought the cold porridge into his mouth one spoon after another.

Chang Sihao wiped the corner of his lips with a scarf and looked at him sideways and smiled: "Brothers do things quickly. No wonder the emperor likes it. Brothers are used to being idle in the world. Yesterday, they were only busy with idle things and delayed the promulgation. This is a great sin."

Liu Jinwu said: "It's not surprising that there was such a strong wind and snow last night, even if there was some delay," he said.

Chang Sihao heard what he meant and smiled and said, "Well, the sun is shining brightly today, and the weather is very good." He threw a towel on the table, held up the soup pot next to him and walked leisurely under the eaves. While watching the family come and go, rinsing his mouth. After a while, someone flashed into the corner of the door. A warm hat was tightly buckled, with a plaster and white cloth covering his face, and looked into the front hall with his eyes exposed. When he saw someone behind Chang Sihao, he shrank and walked slowly along the edge corridor to the backyard.

Chang Sihao recognized that it was Qi Zhonghua, and his eyes were paired. Seeing him nodded slightly. He knew that the matter had been done, he immediately walked down from the courtyard and drew a mouthful of water in the snow. He turned around and said, "The promulgation is not a trivial matter. If you don't rinse it clean, I'm afraid you're disrespectful," Liu Jinwu put down the bowl and smiled and said, "The second brother has become a marquis, and he is also a thousand-year-old. He is originally a golden mouth, so why should he be so particular?"

Chang Sihao went back to the house and put the soup pot on him, took the big cloak and put it on his body, and smiled and said, "Let's go,"

When he arrived at the Hundred Swords League Headquarters, a disciple had already greeted him. Chang Sihao took the lead and stepped up the steps, and bowed, saying, "I'm here to find Juexiang. Please inform me," the disciple looked over his shoulder, glanced at Liu Jinwu, and smiled, "Oh, it's really a coincidence. Young Master Qin is not here," Chang Sihao murmured to himself, "Hey, I heard him say he was going back to Shanxi for the New Year, but he didn't expect to leave now," turned around and asked, "Jinwu, what do you think you should do this?" But he heard the disciple laughing behind his back, "Young Master Chang misunderstood. Young Master Qin followed Zheng and the others to Baita Temple. He had just left for less than two moments." Chang Sihao twisted his heart, his nose wrinkled twice, and he didn't make a sound. Liu Jinwu smiled, "We just think of it as a fun, and it's not a big deal to go to the temple."

Baita Temple is located west of Xiyuan. Liu Jinwu is a regular visitor here. He is naturally familiar with the road. He is still laughing and laughing. Chang Sihao followed him with a solemn face. After a journey, he saw a few clusters of flying eaves in front of him. The tower body is as white as jade, with crystal clear snow. When the sun shines on the colorful colorfull color, the tower is tall and strong, like a large gyro, with a unique shape. When he walked in, he saw many horses tied to the stone railings on the east and west sides. Many men were surrounded by the stone slabs in the middle, and there were clusters of monks, Taoists, Confucians and civilized people. It seemed crowded, but they formed a group of them, keeping a certain distance.

A monk from the guest came in and gave in to each other. The two of them were walking through the hall and entering the yard. In front of them, they suddenly realized that there were two large prayer flags more than three meters tall, with layers of yak skin wrapped in layers. The prayer flags were tied horizontally on the top, and colorful wind and horse flags were hung on them. The flags were printed with mantras, scriptures and divine bird patterns, which were thrust in the breeze. A hall behind the flag gate was red and painted and green tiles, and the village was majestic. The double-layer Sumeru pedestal in front of the hall was not very high. It was a convex shape and stretched forward, connected by steps to form a small platform. The snow in the courtyard had been cleaned up, revealing the ground made of square stones, which was extremely flat.

Chang Sihao saw the messy steps under the prayer flags, some of whom were carrying swords, and some were carrying swords, thinking: "It's not the first day of the first day, and it's not the fifteenth day. Why did so many people gather? Look, it's not a good man or a trusted woman?"

Liu Jinwu accompanied him to look around behind the crowd. Occasionally, he saw the familiar lamas in the temple and greeted him. Before he could talk in detail, he heard the bell ringing. The courtyard calmed down. The main hall was open. A group of lamas in white and monks in gray lined up and came out in pairs, scattered under the eaves. The head of the White Tower Temple, Xiaochi and Danbaston, were on the left, and Zheng and Qin Juexiang were on the right, accompanied a short and fat white-bearded monk.

The white-bearded monk was as big as a bucket, smiling as if he was confused, wearing a big red cassock, wearing a yellow cloth monk's shoes, and twisting a string of plain beads between his abdomen with one hand, slowly standing on the small platform. Although his body was not tall, he seemed to be heavy and mature, with a twelve-like temperament. The other four people lined up in small arcs on both sides of him, giving him half of his body.

The man from Xiaochi bowed a little to the white-bearded monk, walked a step forward, and smiled at the heroes in the courtyard, "Namo Vairocana Buddha, I hope all the heroes will descend at the same time. My temple is small and not well received for a while. Please forgive me."

The heroes replied in a long and talkative manner: "You are so good," "You are not polite to Master Xiaochi," a young Taoist nun in the crowd said: "I heard that Xiaoshan Abbot of Shaolin Temple is coming to Beijing. I am so happy. Now, I am here to greet Master Qing'an on the order of my teacher Hongri Zhenren. I would like to invite Master to Baiyun Temple to set up an altar to teach and explain the causes and conditions to comfort our longing for the great virtues."

This nun is pretty, her voice is soft and soft, and she speaks shyly and timidly, which makes her laugh a few times.

The white-bearded monk was calm and replied loudly: "I was invited by my junior brother to come to the capital to communicate exoteric and esoteric Buddhism, but there is no distinction between teachings and teachings. The three religions are one family. I have long heard that Hongri Zhenren is highly moral and mysterious in law. If I have free time during my time in Beijing, I must come to ask for advice." These words were calm and peaceful, making the whole place solemn and the evil spirit disappeared.

The Taoist nun blushed and shook her hand: "Yes, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing just now. My master's name is Rihong. I missed my tongue for a moment. I hope my master will forgive me for his crime." After that, he retreated to the crowd.

The heroes were in a turmoil, and some people said, "I said, why haven't I heard of such a person in Baiyun Temple?" "That's right, that's right," "I probably teach, not a martial arts world," Some others said, "Hey, I haven't heard of the name Rihong Zhenren. I've said his master's name wrong, and it's really outrageous." Since this nun said the wrong name, Xiaoshan said that he had heard of his name for a long time, he was naturally a polite person. Monks did not lie, which obviously lost their identity.

Liu Jinwu heard the nun's voice loudly, but he could only see a back behind the crowd. When she turned around, she saw a side face and was stunned: "Isn't this Feng Eryuan? She closed her business alone. Why did she come here? She even became a Taoist nun?"

Chang Sihao recognized Feng Eryuan at this moment, and was stunned. He swept his eyes to the stage, and Qin Juexiang was smiling and proud.

The fat on the faces of the people on the hill were trembling, and they looked at the nun again, and they were trapped in the crowd and could not see them. At this time, monks from Chongfu Temple, Zhihua Temple and other places came to express their heads and greeted each other, following the leaders of the Beijing stationed in Bagua Sect, Tai Chi Sect, Kunlun, Diancang, Qingcheng, and other major escort agencies in the capital, and the owners of the martial arts halls. Xiaoshan responded one by one, and finally covered them.

After the ceremony, Xiaoshan said, "It's cold and cold, and it's inconvenient to speak too much. Junior brother, why not ask all the Xia Jian to go to the teahouse to enjoy tea with fire,"
Chapter completed!