There is snow in the north, and the sea in the south

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Xiyan couldn't forget the white crystal that gradually turned into a puddle of clear water in Wushu's hands, and stared at it with wide eyes in surprise.

Wu Yan was surprised to see the unpredictable expression on Xi Yan's face, "Haven't you seen it?!"

"No, what is this?"

"Snow. It will snow in a while, and the sky and the ground will be white, which is very beautiful."

Xiyan thought of the moon in his hometown. When the moon came out, the sky and the ground were also white.

He reached out to dip a little snow, put it in his mouth and tasted it, it was very cold and sweet.

"icy."

"Yes, because the sun can't shine, as soon as the sun comes out, the snow will melt." Wu Zhu said as he began to pack snow into the jars he brought with him. "Fill these up and there should be enough to drink for a few days."

Xiyan and Wushu soon became inseparable partners.Xiyan can teach Wushu some simple Han crafts. His hands are very dexterous, he folds it a few times, and then inserts a candle, and a flying lamp comes out. Xiyan said it is called Kongming Lantern.Wu Shu wondered if the stars that he saw all over the sky at night were put one by one by the Han people, and Wu Shu often pestered Xi Yan to make tea for him.They can be seen everywhere on the pastures, in the Gobi, and beside the snow-capped mountains.Xiyan knows that in summer, there will be shallow water in the Sailuo River; sheep like to eat grass that is wet in the morning; tomorrow when the sun sets, there will be dark-feathered curved-billed birds flying across the grassland; Every year when the grass is at its most luxuriant, pink Gesang flowers will bloom brilliantly.

Time passed quickly, Wu Shu also gradually faded the redness on his face, and became more and more handsome.Xiyan was still clear and elegant, like a piece of clear and crystal-clear jade, the delicacy of the people from the Central Plains and the gentleness of the people from the south became more prominent.

Wushu said: "Xiyan, you are so pretty." Wushu likes to see him smile, for hibiscus flowers blooming like summer are very gentle and beautiful.

The first time Xiyan got angry was at a dinner party.

The dinner party was very lively, with the smell of wine and meat permeating the air, which lingered for a long time, and the music and drums were mixed, one after another.The men put on waxed leather robes, held a homemade musical instrument with beautiful feathers, played and sang, and competed with each other.Dissatisfied? Let's go to the racetrack! The woman puts on her most colorful dress, hangs the headdress bracelet, her lips are dyed bright red, shares homebrew, dances next to the fire, and the bonfire reflects her body... .

Booing, noise, singing competitions, horse honking, laughter, and cheers come and go, disappearing and rising.

The fragrance of wine and meat, the music and dancing are endless, this is a joyous feast, but in Xi Yan's eyes, it is another scene.The barbarians in front of them are sitting in an indecent posture and have no manners; they are booing in the hall without knowing their dignity; they are not familiar with etiquette and are vulgar and barbaric.Living in the capital since he was a child, his words and deeds have been influenced by his eyes and ears, and his every action has been strictly guided. His understanding of banquets has been completely subverted...

One sound of boiling was louder than another, and it was overwhelmed one after another. The overly enthusiastic and jubilant cry made Xi Yan's ears go numb.

"Xiyan, try this again." Wushu tore off another piece of meat from somewhere, and handed it to Xiyan's mouth.

Xi Yan, whose ears were buzzing, was once again stung by the sudden smell of mutton, causing him to turn his head away and wipe the corners of his mouth vigorously.

"What's the matter, Xiyan, are you not feeling well?" Wu Shuqi reluctantly approached him again.

"Northern barbarians are not my species." Xi Yan's stomach was full of pain, and he uttered a sentence without thinking.

Wu Shu tried his best to understand Xi Yan's words, he didn't understand Chinese, but his smile still disappeared.

"Did you understand...?" Xiyan knew that he had said something wrong, so he asked cautiously.

"No, but I think you're unhappy." Wu Shu shook his head and answered truthfully.

"Young master, young master. The chief wants to greet you." A slightly drunk and wobbly barbarian came over, and patted Wushu's shoulder twice with his oily hands, as a greeting.

Wushu suddenly became excited again, "Xiyan, I heard that you Han people have a crowning ceremony. You will come of age this year. I asked my father to prepare one too. Come and see..." Wushu said while pulling Xiyan walked outside.

Xiyan's face was extremely ugly in an instant, he took two steps with a dark face, and struggled to get away.

"Xi Yan..." Wu Shu turned around suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

"Little Lord?"

Xi Yan glared at him angrily, picked up the goat's milk wine on the table and poured it on Wu Shu.

"Natural nature is hard to change." He choked out a sentence for a long time, leaving Wushu with a look of astonishment on his face and the crowd in an instant, turning his head and leaving, disappearing in the dark night.

Chapter 3 Don't Hate Me

For the next few days, Xi Yan stayed in the room, no matter how much Wu Shu pleaded outside the door, he never moved a step.

As night fell, the knocking on the door gradually stopped.

"Finally gone--" Xiyan rubbed his swollen acupoints, closed his book and went to sleep on the bed.

Xiyan was woken up by a burst of suffocating chest tightness, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Wu Shu riding on him, staring at him with a resentful face, the night wind blowing past, like a ghost seeking his life.Xiyan shuddered from the cold, and instantly woke up.

The kid broke through the window and got in.I feel sorry for the window paper that I have not long pasted...

Xiyan got up to scold him, but he couldn't move at all, Wushu held his hand down.

He stared at him viciously, "From! Me! On! Get off!" Gritting his teeth.

"I don't!" Wu Shu resolutely replied, and immediately aggrieved, "Xi Yan, why are you ignoring me..."

Xiyan struggled twice but didn't move, a mouthful of blood was held in his heart.

"You are enough." Don't look away from him.

"Xiyan..." Wu Shu wanted to say something, but his voice was tinged with tears.

Xiyan's anger that had been suppressed for many days was finally fully aroused again. "Are you wronged? Why are you wronged! What is wrong with you!" He suddenly raised his voice and yelled at him. "The family is on the sidelines, and I am the one who depends on others! The country is in danger, and I am the first to abandon it! I am the one who can't return home, and can't take revenge! It's me who is played around by you! Why should you be wronged? You should be wronged It's me! It's me! Do you understand!" Xi Yan's eyes were dyed red, and his body shook violently due to excitement.

After the death of Xiyan's father, the Xi clan quickly fell by the side in the fierce court disputes. After his mother passed away, Xiyan stayed at his uncle's house, and his uncle treated him well, so he lived a stable life like this.When he was remembered again by the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the aloof emperor, he was sent to Saibei, where the prince and grandson avoided.After all, the title of the only son of a famous general is still very good.

Xiyan's chest heaved violently, such indulgence made him almost tremble.

He has never lost his etiquette, even when a group of servants drove him out of the mansion, he was arrogant and spotless.It's been a long time, a long time, I haven't felt so comfortable, every pore is trembling with excitement.

It's such a good feeling to feel reckless!

Xiyan gradually calmed down, as if he was exhausted, Wu Shu who was lying motionless and looking at him, like a fish at his mercy, laughed softly, the laughter grew from small to loud, mixed with Crazy.

Wu Shu, who was dazed by the scolding, hadn't come back to his senses, he was terrified by Xi Yan who suddenly went crazy in front of him, and hurriedly wanted to help him up. "Xi... Yan, what's wrong with you..."

The moment he got up, Xi Yan kicked him hard.The unsuspecting Wu Shu was kicked straight and rolled abruptly to the end of the bed.

"Hiss—" He gasped, struggling to sit up, his expression contorted unnaturally.

Of course Xiyan refused to give him this opportunity, walked over leisurely, and knelt on him like Wushu, trapping him in the narrow space between the bed and the wall, intentionally or unintentionally pressing his knee against the sore spot, causing the pain to linger The color of Zhu's voice changed, "Ah--Xi Yan...it hurts...it hurts!"

Xi Yan intensified the pressure again, kneading and pressing repeatedly in a leisurely manner, but with an unusually gentle tone, "Young master, what are you talking about?"