Jiaochu

Chapter 515 Where is it?

Capital City, Beginning of Winter.

Yan Fei just came back from outside and rested on a chair for a nap. In his dream, he heard a voice calling him. The voice got closer and closer, and a vague figure appeared in front of him.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan..."

He stretched out his hand to grab the person in front of him, but missed it. His heart ached and he woke up with a start. He sat there for a few seconds and then got up and left. He found Yanjiang and informed him and left in a hurry. He only said that he was going on a far journey. He didn’t say where he was going, and he didn’t want to delay even a second.

After a cup of tea, Yanfei rushed to the city gate at full speed. He left the city just before the city gate closed and headed north at full speed.

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In the north, the heavy snow stopped for a day.

Ye Lingxi slept for another day before waking up. It was already night. The candlelight flickered slightly, and it swayed into her eyes as if it was sunk to the bottom of the silent water, letting in a little light, like a silk thread that would break at any time. She opened her eyes slightly, with her eyelashes drooping, unable to see anything clearly.

The gauze curtains were hung in the room, and a heater was added. It was very warm, and the cold air from outside could not penetrate at all.

But Ye Lingxi's hands were still cold. She asked if the peach blossoms had bloomed, as if she was sleepy and thought the weather had warmed up. Murongze coaxed her into saying that they would open a branch for her tomorrow. She closed her eyes and rested for a while. When she opened her eyes again, she seemed to be awake. There was a strange luster in her pupils, as if she was reflecting back on herself. She said, "Promise me one thing." Murong Ze said, "Say it." She said , "After I die, choose a warm day to burn me." Murongze looked stunned and did not respond. She said, "If you don't agree, I won't rest in peace even if I die." He said, "You won't die. ." She asked again, "Do you agree?" He responded.

She also explained other things, saying that the letter in the jewelry box was for her mother and concubine. She would send one back every year on her mother's birthday, as well as He He and Bell. She had already told them in advance what instructions they should give. He had already given instructions that the two of them would not let anything slip, and asked him to promise that he would not embarrass the two of them. If the two of them find someone they like in the future, they will get married in a glorious manner. She has also prepared the dowry. If In the future, even if they were wronged at their husband's house, they would have to support them, and Murong Ze agreed one by one.

After saying this, she fumbled for his hand, wrote a name on his palm, moved her lips slightly, and uttered three words, "Kill him." Murongze lowered his head and listened to her. The voice answered with one word, "Okay."

She closed her eyes again and took a rest. This time she didn't open them for a long time. He called softly and she moved her head slightly in response. Her eyes still didn't open, her lips moved slightly, and she couldn't hear the sound. She didn't know who she was thinking of. He called again, and she opened her eyes slightly, looking ahead with bright eyes, a smile on her lips, and murmured, "The peach blossoms are in bloom, so beautiful~" He asked her to sleep for a while and said she was awake. He took her to see the peach blossoms. She closed her eyes and asked him to remember to call her, and he agreed.

He picked her up and left the palace quietly.

On the endless ice field, stood a figure, dressed in white, standing there quietly, like a cold immortal appearing out of thin air.

Gong Ziyu, probably not many people in the world remember this name.

He came over with her in his arms and asked, "Will she die?"

"will not."

He handed her to the other hand and watched the white clothes move toward the slightly flashing blue light and disappear. He once told her that there was a blue willow tree deep in the ice field, and he was not lying to her.

But it was not a willow tree, it just looked like a willow tree, and he didn't know its real name.

Ice blue trunk, ice blue branches and leaves, ice blue light flows from the trunk to the branches and leaves, mysterious, gorgeous and unpredictable. She was gently placed under the tree, and the icy blue branches stretched out towards her, slowly wrapping around her limbs and torso and lifting her up gently. She was then wrapped in layers of icy blue branches and leaves, as if she was in the crown of the tree. An icy blue cocoon formed above, just waiting for the opportunity to wake up.

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When we arrived in the north, the wind and snow were raging.

A man and a horse walked into the city. There was a plum blossom hanging on the saddle, which was kept with water in a kettle. I saw it by chance on the road, so I picked one and used my cloak to cover it before entering the city. A plum blossom was in full bloom on the branch. The red plum blossoms have not been swept away by the wind and snow, and there are still four or five bright red buds that can bloom for a few more days.

Before entering the city, Yan Fei was afraid that the streets would be completely white with paper money flying everywhere. He hesitated for a long time before leading his horse into the city. Suddenly he saw a sliver of white, and his heartbeat suddenly tightened. When he realized that it was white snow on the roof, his heartbeat tightened. After feeling a little relieved, I looked at the street again. It was lonely and deserted. There were not many people in sight, but there was no paper money and there were no road offerings. I felt a little relieved again.

Most of the banners with the word "wine" on them along the street were closed, with only two or three still open for business. He walked to one of the wine shops and asked the boss how to get to the palace. The boss looked at his extraordinary talent and enthusiastically pointed him in the direction. I asked him who he was looking for in the palace, and he said that he knew the housekeeper in the palace and could help introduce him. He thought that some distant relatives were working in the palace, and he must have come here in such a cold weather to ask for help from relatives for some urgent matter. I didn't expect it to go to the prince and princess.

Yanfei only said that he came to visit an old friend, thanked the boss, and led the horse towards the palace.

There was still an alleyway away from the palace. Yanfei stopped for a long time, then changed direction and found an inn to stay. The waiter enthusiastically gave him a pot of freshly boiled strong liquor to keep him away from the cold. Looking at his impressive appearance, he thought he could drink strong liquor. He also saw that he had a plum blossom with him, so he seemed to have a somewhat withdrawn and arrogant temperament. He didn't say much in front of him.

Winter nights are long and it gets dark early, especially in the north. It was still bright when Yan Fei entered the inn. After taking two sips of hot wine, the night fell outside the window.

He stood quietly in front of the window. Looking from this direction, he could just see the palace. The window was half-open, and the cold air, carrying the breath of wind and snow, hit his face, making those cold eyes even more sober and cold.

The branch of plum blossom was placed in a vase and placed on the table. Some water was poured from the kettle to keep it. The branch had not yet decayed. A few bright red buds had bloomed a little more, becoming more vivid and charming under the candlelight.

Late at night, the watchman struck the third watch gong.

The lights in the room went out, he climbed over the window and left the inn quietly.

All the lights in the palace were extinguished, except for one place where there was still light. The light of the lights came out from the house, reflecting the shadows of the trees and making them look like water.

Murong Ze sat under the tree, holding a wine jar in his hand. He looked at the cold moon like a scimitar. He raised the wine jar and took a sip. There was a slight movement behind him. He turned his eyes slightly and said, "You still have the guts." Come on, it seems I didn’t remember the last time.”

The person behind him walked out from the shadow of the tree, and the cold moonlight gradually illuminated the cold face. Yan Fei asked coldly, "Where is the princess?" Murong Ze snorted, "What qualifications do you have to ask?" My king, please don’t forget that the princess is now my princess. We have worshiped heaven and earth and drank Hexin wine.” He curled his lips meaningfully, “I don’t need to say more about the rest.” Yan Fei. After a long silence, he asked again, "Where is the princess?" Murongze talked about the weather, saying that it was getting colder and colder, and he didn't know how deep the snow was outside the city. At this point, he changed the subject, "So The princess is not used to cold weather, so how can she raise her baby with peace of mind."

Hearing the last four words, Yan Fei was like a lightning strike, his whole body was numb, and he didn't know how to react. His thoughts seemed to be floating in another time and space, and he mechanically replied with two words, "Congratulations." Brain and mouth It's as if the family has been separated. He is talking nonsense and has no idea in his mind. He maintains composure and dignity, but is actually just an empty shell.

"Do you want me to send someone to tell the princess? Or forget it. The princess doesn't want to have anything to do with you anymore. If I send someone to tell you, I'm afraid she will be angry with me." Murong Ze raised his lips and smiled, "If she is angry, I'm not someone to be coaxed. I had to be coaxed and persuaded before I was willing to eat anything. Now I'm pregnant again, and my appetite has been bad for the past two days." At this point, he slightly turned his eyes and saw that the person had left. He curled his lips, and the next moment he smashed the wine jar with a click, and the cold wine dripped down his ice-white fingertips. He slowly dried his hands with a handkerchief, curled his lips and smiled, "Where is she? You will always be there." No one will know."

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