Pull the snow to find flowers, burn the lamp to continue the day
A light wind swept in from an unknown place, and the skinny old man shook his head, his gray hair was dirty and messy, apparently he hadn't washed it for a long time.
The wind stopped.
"In the past few decades, all the members of the Zhao family seem to have completely forgotten you without knowing it, and no one has ever brought you food," Ji Yuenian appeared silently under the yin energy of the world. He walked to the side of the old man, lowered his head and looked into his cloudy eyes quietly, "I just went to Fuliu City to inquire, and everyone in the Zhao family said that you were dead. This matter is really strange."
The skinny old man seemed to be really stupid, uttered a hoarse voice of "ho ho", and looked at Ji Yuenian with dull gray eyes.
In the past, Zhao Xingyan was the arrogance of the fifth rank, shining brightly in the ancient city of Taichu, and was even regarded as the future of the Zhao family for a while.
But for the girl who was indulging in nightmares in the middle of the night, Zhao Xingyan did not hesitate to wait outside her room day and night, absorbing too much yin energy from heaven and earth with his five-grade heart fire, and finally transformed the nightmare into a dazzling Tianjiao has been reduced to a useless cripple, and his soul has been soaked in Yin Qi for a long time, which makes his mind a little bit stupid.
The girl knew that every night she slept soundly, there was a man outside the door who was enduring the torment of nightmares for her.
"Patriarch Zhao."
In the small courtyard that had been abandoned for a long time, Ji Yuenian looked down at the old man's dark gray eyes, and spoke softly.
"Ho ho..."
Zhao Xingyan slowly turned over on the dilapidated wooden couch, but he still couldn't utter half a complete sentence.
"If you don't eat or drink for decades, if you are an ordinary person, your flesh and blood will probably rot after such a long time," Ji Yuenian sat down on the wooden couch, staring fixedly at the old man. Skinny hands like chicken feet, "What exactly is the woodcarving in Zhao Yinyue's memory?"
"Ho Ho!"
Zhao Xingyan suddenly became excited, waving his left hand like dry wood, and firmly grasped Ji Yuenian's golden thread robe with Moyuan cloud pattern.
"Do you know this person?"
Ji Yuenian thought about it for a moment, then flicked his sleeves lightly, a picture scroll slowly condensed on the side of the wooden couch.
The person painted on the scroll is a girl in snow clothes with cold eyes. Her beautiful appearance is enough to shame the flowers and the moon, and the geese sink to the fish. However, there seems to be a little unspeakable sadness and compassion forever shrouded in her expression. .
The person in the painting is Zhao Yinyue whose mood is on the verge of sinking, not the extremely proud Princess Ao Li.
"Ho! Ho!"
Zhao Xingyan snatched the scroll from Ji Yuenian's hands, and stroked the brows and eyes of the person in the painting with his dry palms trembling, and tears slowly flowed from his gray eyes.
For Zhao Xingyan, this is his daughter.
For her, qualifications, practice, family, wisdom... Zhao Xingyan gave up everything he could, just for the person in the painting to live a good life.
tick.
tick.
Tears kept dripping on the scroll, and Zhao Xingyan hugged the scroll with his head down, whimpering incessantly.
Perhaps he also knew that the person in the painting was no longer there.
The picture scroll was gradually soaked in tears, and the girl's eyebrows and eyes were gradually blurred. After a few breaths, her figure finally disappeared completely, turning into a cloud of yin energy that slowly dissipated.
This picture scroll was condensed by Ji Yuenian according to Zhao Yinyue in the memory of the real spirit, and it is false.
But to Ji Yuenian, Zhao Yinyue, who only existed for sixteen years, seemed more real, while the incomparably noble Princess Aoli seemed to be just an ancient and distant legend.