He was still thinking about Song Yuchuo, so he didn't want to meet Song Yuchuo! Why was Song Yuchuo's heart so painful? What kind of person was he? Why was Song Yuchuo always so unhappy! Song Yuchuo really didn't know what he should do. .Is Song Yuchuo a bad man? Why didn’t he see Song Yuchuo mention this!

"Dr. Shen asked Song Yuchuo to give it to you, saying that he always treats you as his sister." Qiao Xi lowered his head and glanced at it from time to time, "Song Yuchuo thinks it's better to hide this from you. Since you have I understand, and stop being impetuous!"

Song Yuchuo didn't hold her words in his heart, as if he was possessed by a demon. He just put on a jacket and pushed the regretful Josh through the door.

The snow outside the door was buried in his ankles. Qiao Xi held the door and shouted to Song Yuchuo: "What do you want to do! What's the point of seeing him! I miss the Shen family and the medicine department. There is no way for you and him after all!"

It was still early, and there was only a trace of Song Yuchuo's running footsteps left in the snow. The snow water wet his shoes and socks, and the cold wind blew into Song Yuchuo's open skirt. In this cold and long winter, Song Yuchuo's heart was Unable to calm down, because Song Yuchuo's body has reached its limit. Song Yuchuo must continue to rush forward, otherwise he will be frozen. How terrible this is! Even so, he is not willing to stop or stop. Think about the problem.

In the end, Song Yuchuo lost all his strength and fell on his back in the snow, as if lying in a soft silk quilt, but it was cold to the bones.

The morning light was dim, and Leilei's snow covered the green pines and cypresses. In the fluorescent light, the world was so quiet that it seemed that only Song Yuchuo was alone. He listened with his ears sideways, and from time to time he could hear the bamboo forest outside the wall being broken by the snow. the sound of.

Song Yuchuo no longer needed to ask him any questions, even if he was unwilling to accept the answer he asked Qiao Xi to hear with Song Yuchuo. He was the most important person in Song Yuchuo's life, and he devoted all his efforts to Song Yuchuo. He was Song Yuchuo's mentor and helpful friend, and everything he did benefited Song Yuchuo throughout his life. He was Song Yuchuo's beloved and mentor. However, as Qiao Xi said, Song Yuchuo and him reached a point where they are irreparable today.

He was the only son of the Shen family. Song Yuchuo almost put him to death without telling him, and the Shen family didn't take him in.

Because Shen couldn't allow Song Yuchuo to be his wife, fortunately, he regarded Song Yuchuo as his sister in his heart, otherwise only Song Yuchuo and himself would be suffering now. "The fate between Song Yuchuo and him began from that time." She said, "Song Yuchuo is a woman who loves reading very much. Reading is a kind of pleasure to Song Yuchuo." Song Yuchuo's heart was deeply shocked. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt inexplicably relieved that he had no fate with her. Whether they are destined or not, both of them are questioning the minds of the two of them.

Fortunately, after suffering all the hardships, it is only for oneself, and for oneself, at best, it is just lying in the snow and repenting. During the days when Song Yuchuo was in the snow, Song Yuchuo struggled and struggled in the snow, and Song Yuchuo cried again and again in the snow. Song Yuchuo was there In the world of snow, Song Yuchuo is in the ocean of snow, and Song Yuchuo is struggling in the sea of ​​snow. He has probably cried too much these days, and his eyes are dry and he cannot shed a single tear, but his heart is tightly bound by the lingering vines, and he is panting. Not angry.

The sky gradually became clearer, and the clear sky after the snow was as clear as Shen Wei's sick eyes. His father stood in front of the window, looking out at the blue sky. He knew that he was already a professional photographer, but he was not satisfied with it. Therefore, his father said that Song Yuchuo wanted to record all this with a camera. His father just had a pair of eyes that could see everything thoroughly.

The broken laments vaguely lingering in my ears are the prayers in front of the Buddha, and I listen to the solemn warnings of the monks. In the world of mortals, what is the purpose of persistence? When you pick up a flower and smile, the world is filled with all kinds of things, good and evil, love and hatred, just a thought.

The vines of lovesickness in my heart pressed the tightest, and I couldn't help but break free at the moment when I was most vulnerable. The lovesickness was shattered into pieces. Song Yuchuo's heart seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, gradually drifting into the distance. It was a night. Song Yuchuo was sitting in front of the window, looking at the dark world outside the window. Suddenly, he felt like crying. He probably would be relieved after just one thought.

The smile on her lips is like a rose that grows quietly in May, crying and laughing for him, dreaming of sweet dreams, the spring is budding, the autumn is fading, and now she is about to bury her deep love and hatred for him in the tomb.

Song Yuchuo looked up at the sky, buried in the ground and the ice and snow, and finally everything came to an end.

Xi followed the footsteps and chased after her. She helped Song Yuchuo back to the inner pharmacy. Song Yuchuo laughed and said that he had just done something crazy and asked her not to worry. He pushed her out the door and asked her to work without worries.

The melted snow on his body condensed into a thick layer of ice on his back. Song Yuchuo's hands and feet were frozen. Song Yuchuo's eyes were also frozen, and Song Yuchuo's heart was frozen... "This is a Cold night." Song Yuchuo stayed in the house for a long time. Song Yuchuo changed his clothes, hugged a few books, and hurried to Tianlu Pavilion.

Or maybe he lay too much in the snow and couldn't help but sneeze but didn't care. Song Yuchuo knew that he was infected by a disease called "cold", but Song Yuchuo didn't know whether this cold would be like "cold". "Influenza" can be transmitted to people. But Song Yuchuo is still very worried, because Song Yuchuo is afraid. Because of his extremely healthy body, most of the beautiful ladies from the south will be sick for more than a month in the early winter in the imperial capital. Song Yuchuo is one of the few who is not infected with the wind and cold. , smelling the medicine in the inner pharmacy every day, it is estimated that it can more or less prevent diseases.

Song Yuchuo's head was dizzy and several books were thrown into his arms. Seeing Song Yuchuo like this, Qi Shao looked like he wanted to give up several times. Finally, he raised his eyes and squinted at Song Yuchuo and asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yuchuo took a stack from the fourth floor of the huanghuali wood bookshelf, smiled and said, "I guess I felt dizzy after sleeping in late last night!"

Qi Shao put down his pen tip, stood up, took the stack of pages handed over by Song Yuchuo, and said with a hint of worry: "Are you blushing or not having a fever?"

Song Yuchuo reached out and touched his blushing cheek, and said with a smile: "What's going on? What's going on..." Before he finished speaking, he felt that the sky and the earth were spinning, and Qi Shao's figure was covered in mist. Hazy, a dozen books in his arms were scattered on the ground, and he fell into Qi Shao's arms and passed out.

Song Yuchuo drank the bowl of rice mechanically as if catkins were stuffed in his mind. Josh couldn't help but think: "It's so cold, and I'm wearing only a few clothes. I don't know how to lie down on the snow. Song Yuchuo told you to take good care of yourself." Take a rest! You guys came to Tianlu Pavilion, you are really risking your life!"

Song Yuchuo muttered: "Isn't he just awake?"

Qiao Xi aggrievedly took the medicine bowl that Song Yuchuo had finished and said, "It's a good thing he's awake! You used to spit on Song Yuchuo, and Song Yuchuo didn't dare to take a step even after being frightened by you!"

Song Yuchuo gently pushed Josh's elbow away and said, "Thank you for taking care of Song Yuchuo."

"Uh! Yes!" "Yes, yes, yes..." "What's the matter?" "You sent Song Yuchuo back!" "What's your name?" "Song Yuchuo's name is Li Hui." She agreed vaguely.

, with a shy expression on his face, he changed the topic: "Fortunately, there is a chamberlain who sent you back. I don't know which palace you are from? Song Yuchuo doesn't know, but the chamberlain chattered a few words about medicine."

Qi Shao couldn't openly send Song Yuchuo back to the internal pharmacy. He could only ask the internal servants to monitor Song Yuchuo, which would probably cause Qi Shao a lot of trouble.

He was ill for several days and soon recovered. Pei's mother lived in Tianlu Pavilion and had to feed the children every day. Her condition became more and more serious. Tianlu Pavilion Ayuan also became ill and lay in bed.

He has been in bed for nearly three months, and Aunt Pei is still nursing him.

In the afternoon, Song Yuchuo was the only one busy in the bookcase. The backlog of books accumulated with Qi Shao in the past few days had been cleared away. There were some books in front of the bookcase, some of which were new books that had just been bought, and some of which were old books.

It was an old book sent by Qi Shao. Various books and magazines were neatly displayed on the bookshelf. Song Yuchuo was immersed in reading a magazine. In the past, Qi Shao always came to join the fun in the afternoon, but today he did not see him, leaving only Song Yuchuo.

People's footsteps echoed in the empty library, vaguely feeling lost.

Qi Shao didn't show up for several days, and his feeling of loss amplified, but Song Yuchuo still understood. He was Song Yuchuo's student and Song Yuchuo's teacher, so Song Yuchuo felt the same as him. Song Yuchuo kept thinking: Could Qi Shao have any secrets?

Song Yuchuo thought, the procedure for Qi Shao to enter and leave the inner court as a foreign minister was cumbersome, and there were little yellow gates to spy on and follow him in and out, which was not convenient. After he had read the required books, it would be normal for him not to show up again.

One day Song Yuchuo was chewing words and trying to remember where Song Yuchuo had put the "Book of Han". Qi Shao, who had reunited after a long separation, suddenly poked half of his face out of the other side of the bookshelf and took the page that Song Yuchuo had recorded in the book.

In front of Song Yuchuo, he asked with a serious face: "You should remember the next volume of "Jingjian" in your heart, but you can't read it out!"

"Oh, book," Qi Shao must be good at surprising Song Yuchuo. Its arrival actually made Song Yuchuo a little more happy. Song Yuchuo came to the book desk, took out a yellowed book from the book box and handed it to Qi Shao.

In front of Shao, he said with a smile on his lips: "A few days ago, Song Yuchuo held it in his hand and looked through it, and then he remembered to hold it in his hand.

"Jingjian" and "Relics of the Holy Dynasty" are both political treatises, with the meaning of "taking history as a mirror". Fan Shouyu, the last great scholar in the previous dynasty, wrote "Jingjian". Taizu cherished his talent and wanted to recruit him to surrender, but Fan Shouyu not only did not

He obeyed the order and instead organized troops to fight. Taizu was furious and issued an edict to burn the book written by Fan Shouyu. The book has been lost among the people and is only kept in the palace.

Song Yuchuo handed the book to Qi Shao. The purple and green silk threads secretly hooked the vine flower sleeves and inadvertently occupied the rectangular side of the desk on the clear mud inkstone. The tung smoke and ink instantly smeared half of the purple vine flowers into the ink.

"Who wrote this?" Qi Shao asked Song Yuchuo. "It is Song Yuchuo himself." "What is your name?" Qi Shao said, "Call your name." Song Yuchuo was confused for a moment. Song Yuchuo was still in a daze about this.

In a daze, Qi Shao was not in a hurry for the book, but immediately grabbed Song Yuchuo's hands and took out silk silk from his sleeves, trying to wipe away the ink dripping from the Korean paper on Song Yuchuo's sleeves.


Chapter completed!