romantic flower

The wind and snow outside the house were continuous, and the ground of the small courtyard was covered with snow.Because Qingyan and her family love this snow scene so much, they deliberately don't let the servants clean up the snow.

The snow wasn't deep, just barely enough to cover your boots.Song Yi held the handle of the knife tightly, and swung it vigorously one after another, cutting it in the air, causing the snow to fly wildly, and hitting the long knife in Fuyao's hand made a heavy sound every time...

Fuyao frowned slightly, enduring Song Yi's forceful slashing with a knife. She didn't know why Song Yifei wanted to keep stabbing in the snow, but she knew he was in a bad mood.

Yes, the cold handle of the knife has been warmed by the hand, and pieces of cold snowflakes occasionally fall on the brow, but Song Yi doesn't care about these at all, his eyes look cold and empty, just chopping out...

Several women leaned on the window sill suspiciously looking at Song Yi who was trampling the snow in the courtyard, wondering why he looked so abnormal after returning from hunting.

And those guards, of course, had Song Yi's instructions, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Song Yi himself didn't really understand why he was doing this, but he felt that there were too many complicated emotions in his heart, and he couldn't untie them, so he could only use this sharp knife to swing them out.

Finally, Fuyao couldn't bear his continuous slashing. He took a step forward with both feet, and then slapped Song Yi hard on the chest with the back of the long knife...

At the window sill, several women exclaimed!

Song Yi took a few steps back, clutched his chest to catch his breath, and then sighed, "No more training, go eat."

Fuyao hummed, threw the long knife casually, and inserted it precisely into the scabbard of the guard at the gate of the small courtyard.

Song Yi squeezed a ball of snow casually, wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned and went back into the house.

Only then did Qingyan invite everyone to have dinner together.The table was full of richness, with the smell of meat wafting along with the heat. Several women in the family, each with their own specialties, cooked up a variety of game stews on the table.

And there is a small hot pot on the table, which is stewed with delicacy such as suzi meat and hare meat. The soup on the left is covered with a layer of red spicy oil, while the soup on the right is cool and the aroma of meat overflows from the soup. The soup noodles are bubbling, and you can eat it just waiting for the next dish...

Such a rich scene should have been a very beautiful scene, but because Song Yi's expression was not so upbeat, a group of people could only restrain their usual casualness, worrying about making Song Yi unhappy.

This is one of the few scenes in the Song Mansion.

Suddenly, Xiao Wushuang wanted to cry because he was too quiet, so Qingyan coaxed the child.And Song Yi seemed to have just woken up from the confusion, and asked Qingyan to give the child to herself so that she could eat better... Then, Song Yi coaxed the child, and the atmosphere finally became harmonious. Several women began to say Do interesting things, eat a meal with gusto...

At night, the women were playing games around the fire at home, but Song Yi tightened his sable hair and went out.

When Song Yi walked out of the small courtyard, the women suddenly stopped and looked at each other very quietly.

Huang Ying sighed worriedly, "My husband, what's the matter, after coming back from the hunting ground, he looked a little bored, obviously we were fine when we left..."

Everyone looked at Qingyan, because she was the only one who understood what happened to Song Yi in the past, but at this time Qingyan also frowned and sighed helplessly, shaking her head to express that she didn't know anything.

Xu Chang asked suspiciously, "Have you received any bad news from the capital?"

Qing Yan shook her head and said, "Impossible, you see, he always comforted us when he received even the worst news, why would he need to borrow a sword to vent like today?"

Because Liu Qingci was pregnant, she was sitting in the warmest corner, but she exclaimed suddenly, "Could it be...he is not worried about these things, but...women ?”

Immediately, several people all turned their heads to look at Liu Qingci with surprise in their eyes.

Huang Ying said with doubts in her eyes, "No...can? Could it be that he met a woman who is prettier than the rest of us in the snow? No, no... no. I don't believe it, now here in Youzhou. ..No! The entire Yanyun side is mostly poor, how can there be such a powerful person who can hook him?"

Xu Chang suddenly said suspiciously, "It's impossible to say, but...it seems that apart from emotional matters, I have never seen him troubled by anything! Think about it, his People are not even afraid of the emperor..."

"Then when was he troubled by feelings again..." Huang Ying continued strangely.

Immediately, the women fell silent, thinking about each other in their hearts. After thinking about it carefully, it seems that Song Yi didn't have much trouble in this regard, because they all had him in their hearts. Although the process was different, they were not the same. It's very troublesome...

Liu Qingci thought, Song Yi dared to draw a knife to the emperor for her in the palace, what would trouble a person like him?

For a while, the women were all speechless, but suddenly felt that they had never understood the world in Song Yi's heart.

...

In the snow, there were bursts of creaking and creaking movements.

Fuyao suddenly appeared in front of Song Yi to stop him, and asked strangely, "You have been wandering around outside this city for a long time, what exactly are you looking for?"

"Enemy track."

Fuyao frowned puzzled and said, "Enemy traces? Do you have enemies appearing around here? But this is a world of ice and snow, and even the people of Liao and Jin would not choose such weather to attack the city?"

"Who says it won't, it's always good to be more vigilant." Song Yi said lightly, in fact, he also knew that he was not looking for any enemy traces, but just wanted to know if Wanyan Mingzhu would still be around here.

Before he left very simply, but then he began to realize that he was a little worried!

Seeing that his expression was insincere, Fuyao couldn't help but sneered and said, "You liar! If you want to strengthen your vigilance, you can let the scouts investigate, and you have been a little weird since hunting, I think you... .It seems to be looking for someone? Or waiting for someone?"

Song Yi smiled wryly, wondering if he was really looking for her?

But why?Is it just because the way she cries is different from every woman?Or, just feel sorry for her?

He doesn't know either.

This feeling is not as hot and persistent as when he liked Liu Qingci at the beginning; it is not like the respectful guest when he was with Qingyan, it is not like the obsession with Huang Ying, and it is not like the relaxation and joy when he was with Xu Chang... .

On the contrary, this kind of feeling is very heavy and depressing. I don't know where it is, but I seem to be looking for it.

"Is it weird that I look right now?"

Song Yi lost his mind for a while, and asked Fuyao with a long sigh.

Fuyao nodded and said, "Tell me, I don't need to tell them. At least tell me, it's better than you are now... You taught me this!"

Song Yi looked at Fuyao in surprise, and suddenly realized that she looked much, much more mature.

Standing beautifully in the snow, she no longer looks beautiful, but ---beautiful!