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Chapter 391 The day is coming to an end, and there is no way back without tears

The sun sets in the west, the mountains are long and the water is wide, the spring breeze is chilly, and snow falls on the new branches!
On the winding post road, two carriages went from south to north. The old horses faced the wind and snow, and the wheels crushed the frost, leaving two muddy tracks that were then covered by new snow.

Call...

Yan Chixia raised his arm and pulled the reins hard. The ice and snow on the straw raincoat fell off. The old horse was used to it and slowly stopped.

The dilapidated carriage was pushed open a crack, and the biting wind and snow poured in. Sima Sanniang half exposed her face, breathing heavily, and looked out: "Why did it stop?"

"It's getting dark, there's no one around here, and it's snowing heavily. The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk on. To be safe, we'd better rest for a night and continue our journey after daybreak!" Yan Chixia turned his head to explain, jumped off the carriage, and walked towards the carriage behind.

Sima Sanniang got off the carriage and looked over. Yan Chixia was explaining the situation to the driver, Zhaocai. Only after he finished speaking and returned did there appear any movement in the carriage, but only Jinbao came out.

"Ugh……"

Sima Sanniang sighed deeply, feeling helpless and sad.

Such setbacks have been happening frequently since they met and it has been three days now!

In front of the scholar and Xiaoqian, Zhang Chuba would still give them some face and pretend to be nice to them, as if their friendship was as deep as before. However, Yongan no longer had the deep sisterly affection for her. Every time she wanted to take the initiative to break the ice, Yongan would get "carsick". Although she was distant, she was both affectionate and polite, and it was hard to find any fault with her!

Jinbao jumped off the carriage lightly, looked around, waved his hand to drive a gust of wind blade, cutting through the thorns and clearing out a flat open space.

Looking at the open space, she nodded slightly, seeming very satisfied, and then pointed at the open space, and two thick felt tents with the characteristics of the Northern Di suddenly appeared. One was very large, larger than the Ning family's courtyard, and the other was slightly smaller, also the size of a room. Both were made of complete white wolf skins, and were snow-white all over, blending into the snow.

Jinbao tied up the carriage, returned to the carriage frame, set up the stool for getting off, and gently knocked on the carriage door: "Master, Princess, the tents are ready, please move and rest."

The carriage door was fully open.

Zhang Chuba came out first, stood beside the bench, raised his hand and stroked Yong'an down. Shusheng and Xiaoqian also got off the car at this time, and Yan Chixia and his wife followed behind, pretending to be the same as before.

Yong'an smiled friendly and clutched his brocade robe tightly. Before he could say anything, Zhang Chuba was like he was facing a great enemy. He hurriedly untied his cloak and put it on Yong'an, and ordered him repeatedly: "Zhaocai, Jinbao, help the princess go in to avoid the cold..."

"Yes!"

Zhaocai and Jinbao, as personal maids, knew everything and immediately shared their master's worries. They wrapped Yong'an on the left and right and rushed into the big felt tent in a hurry!
The scholar shrugged and hunched his back because of the snowy wind. He could empathize with her and asked with concern, "Is the princess okay? Why doesn't she wear more clothes?"

"I did bring some warm clothes, but..."

Zhang Chuba glanced at Xiaoqian.

The scholar was not stupid and immediately understood what was going on.

As the eldest princess of Dayan, who can get whatever she wants, how could she not have warm clothes? As the saying goes, the poor wear cotton and the rich wear mink. The best way to keep warm in the world is undoubtedly fur. The noble ladies love fox fur the most, which is priceless and extremely precious, but also cruel!

This was out of consideration for Xiaoqian. He would rather endure the wind and snow than let her die and suffer the consequences. Such thoughtfulness made him feel deeply moved!
Xiao Qian had been through a lot since she was born, and she was no longer ignorant of worldly affairs. She also heard the hidden meaning of Zhang Chuba's words, and felt quite guilty. She said, "You don't have to worry about me. I don't care about these..."

Zhang Chuba shook his head: "That's what she meant, but I'm just too concerned. She has cultivation, so she won't be cold. She's just not used to the damp and cold weather in the south, so she feels uncomfortable. You don't have to worry!"

As he said this, his expression did not diminish his worry. He sighed deeply and said with regret, "It was just a coincidence that we encountered this spring snow in the south. If I had known earlier, I should have walked faster. Maybe I could have avoided it and she wouldn't have to suffer all this in vain!"

Yan Chixia and his wife remained silent in the back, their already embarrassed faces becoming even more awkward. They knew very well that whether it was Yongan's "inadaptability" or Zhang Chuba's "feeling distressed", all of these were just expressions of dissatisfaction with them.

During these three days, Yan Chixia was the one driving the car and leading the way, choosing to drive through desolate areas. They knew very well how steadily he walked!
The purpose is of course self-evident, to buy time and look forward to "interception"!
Hearing Zhang Chuba say this, Shusheng and Xiaoqian subconsciously looked at Yan Chixia at the same time. Although they had been sitting in the car, they could still feel the speed of the car, which was indeed a bit slow!

"This one……"

Yan Chixia tried his best to remain calm, but he couldn't find an excuse for the moment. Sima Sanniang was more thoughtful than him. Seeing this, she immediately spoke up to help: "The bearded man has been in seclusion for too long and rarely moves around in the south, so he is not familiar with the road. It will be fine after passing this section!" "Oh..."

The scholar and Xiaoqian withdrew their gazes, not suspecting anything. Although this excuse was lame, it was plausible!
Yan Chixia and his wife looked at each other, sweating in their hearts, but they finally managed to fool the situation.

As for Zhang Chuba, he had already offended someone so badly that he wouldn't be itchy if he had too many lice. He would just have to find a way to make amends later!
Zhang Chuba then stopped complaining. These little complaints were part of human nature. If he continued to hold on to them, he would only lose face and the result would not be worth it.

"I'll go in and take a look, you guys..."

He looked at the small felt tent nearby.

The scholar was very understanding: "Go ahead, don't worry about us."

"Ah."

Zhang Chuba turned around and walked into the big felt tent, and there was no movement!
Yan Chixia and his wife looked at each other, both feeling bitter.

"go in."

The scholar called out and pulled Xiaoqian into the small felt tent first.

After entering, he looked around curiously. Growing up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, this was the first time he had seen the felt tents of the Northern Di people outside of books. The unique dome, the rough and bright paintings, the sheepskin carpet under his feet...everything was new!
He looked here and touched there, and his body was warming up quickly. The sounds of wind and snow were also blocked out. He couldn't help thinking that if he could move back home, then winter wouldn't have to be as hard to endure as in previous years!

Xiaoqian followed him around, lit the fire, and boiled ginger soup...

call……

A gust of wind blew in, and Yan Chixia came in, which also woke up the scholar's fantasy. He looked behind Yan Chixia, but did not see Sima Sanniang, so he asked as usual: "Where is the aunt, did she go hunting again?"

"Ah."

Yan Chixia nodded and set off on a three-day journey. This reason had been used by Sima Sanniang no less than ten times, and each time she had a rich harvest. They were used to it, but was Sima Sanniang really just hunting? Except for the scholar and Xiaoqian who were kept in the dark, everyone knew the truth!

After receiving the reply, the scholar stopped talking about him and satisfied his curiosity about the yurt. He went to Xiaoqian to help...

Yan Chixia also took a look around, but he was not as surprised as them. Looking back at the past, the glorious years were so wonderful. He had rejected even more exotic customs. This little thing was really nothing!
Half an hour later, Sima Sanniang went into the yurt in the wind and snow, carrying three pheasants and two rabbits in her hands. She still had a good harvest.

Yan Chixia came over, took the prey, and looked at her intently. Sima Sanniang shook her head slightly, unable to hide her disappointment, so Yan Chixia also lowered his eyes, sighed silently, and forced a smile: "Take a break, drink a bowl of ginger soup, I'll take care of these..."

Having said that, he walked out of the yurt.

He handled it quickly outside and came to the big felt tent, shouting, "Brother Zhang, Sanniang hunted some game, I'll bring it in for you..." He lifted the felt door and went in. Just when he was halfway in, Zhaocai stopped him with his hands on his waist. He almost fell into a mountain and retreated in panic. Zhaocai followed him out, with all the necessary courtesy and manners, but with a fake smile on his face, "Master Yan, I dare not trouble you, just give the things to this servant..."

Without saying anything, he snatched half of the prey from Yan Chixia's hand and turned around and went back into the yurt!
Yan Chixia was stunned for a long time, shook his head with a wry smile, and returned to the small felt tent.

……

Outside in the wilderness, the wind and snow were howling, the lights in the yurt were out, and the large bunk bed was divided into two halves by a small long table.

On the left, not long after, the scholar was snoring in a silk quilt, while Xiaoqian curled up beside him in a thin blanket, also sleeping soundly.

On the right, Yan Chixia and his wife were lying in their clothes, with the quilt rolled up beside them. One of them was resting his head on his arms, while the other was tossing and turning, both of them unable to fall asleep...

(End of this chapter)