Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 308
But no matter how addicted she is, she will open the door after a while to take a look at the snow scene outside.

Although the snow has stopped, the weather is still so cold.

Mo Xiaowan looked at the speed at which the snow was melting. After an afternoon, the snow was still stubbornly lying on the steps, and she felt a little depressed.

I used to live in a coastal city in the south, and in my dreams I always thought about snow, snow!
What a luxury a snow is, I have never seen a snow in my life.

However, looking at the vast expanse of whiteness now makes me feel unspeakably bored.

If the snow doesn't melt, the way back to Beijing will be blocked, when will Uncle Xuanyuan be able to return to the Eight Princes' Mansion?

Mo Xiaowan was very worried that the snow would continue to fall, and she tossed and turned all night, afraid that when she closed her eyes, the sky would start to snowflakes again.

After sleeping until midnight, I still had the courage to get up and open the window. I stretched out my little hand to feel it. Except for the cold wind, I didn't feel any snow falling.

Only then did she get into bed with peace of mind, hugged the pillow that Uncle Xuanyuan had slept on, and gradually fell asleep.

Because I went to bed late, I woke up very late the next day.

The sunlight from outside the window came in and shone on her face. When she opened her eyes, she felt that the long-lost sunlight was a bit glaring.

Blink desperately, it's sunshine, sunshine!
"The sun is out, the sun is finally out!"

Mo Xiaowan got up happily, and before she could wash up, she couldn't wait to open the door.

The golden sunlight fell on the maple forest, and a large area of ​​snow on the trees had already been removed. When the sun shines, the melted snow drips down from the trees, and some icicles hang on the trees. on the branch.

The snow on the ground has also melted a lot, like a low tide, receding half of the steps.

From a distance, Uncle Lu led a group of guards in the mansion, sweeping snow in the maple forest in full swing, and opened a road.

She has never felt the importance of the sun like this moment, and she fell in love with the golden sun so much. She stretched out her arms and spun around happily on the snow.

Silver bell-like laughter swayed on the snow, spreading far, far away.

After washing up and eating breakfast, I chased and played with snow poles in the maple forest with Qingdai.

The snow melted again in the afternoon, and the two girls climbed up to the railing of the second-floor attic beside Xifeng Pavilion and sat down.

While shaking his feet, Mo Xiaowan asked: "Qingdai, you said that the snow in the palace has melted, and the snow that blocked the road should also melt. How soon can Uncle Xuanyuan return to the mansion?"

"Last time Uncle Lu said that the prince went to Huaibei on business."

Qingdai's analysis: "Huaibei is not close, and it is not far. No matter how good the travel of the palace is, it will take three to five days to rush back to the capital."

Isn't it just three or five days?
OK, she waits.

Although she knew that Xuanyuanchen could not fall from the sky, but the strong longing in her heart made her unable to bear to go around the gate of the mansion every day at dusk, climb up the tall stone lion, and she could see far away.

The eyes can look beyond the high wall in the distance and see the long corridor leading into the Eight Princes' Mansion.

However, looking forward to seeing through, still did not see a carriage coming in.

Once she got into a bullock cart, knowing it was impossible, she was still excited, but it turned out that an old man rushed to the back door of the palace to deliver food.

Seeing that on the sixth day after the heavy snow had melted, the sky had completely darkened, and Mo Xiaowan returned home still lost.

The carriages of the Wangfu are always in the same class, and it has already been the sixth day, no matter how slow the journey is, they must come back. Mo Xiaowan is always a little worried these days.

Waiting for no one for a long time, the worry in my heart is even worse.

(End of this chapter)