After more than 20 days like this, Abi's body finally recovered completely. The winter jasmine was in full bloom in the courtyard. She was wearing a light white dress, spinning and dancing, just like a fairy in the sand and snow.
Ling Xing'er rested her cheeks and sighed, "I don't know if I will be as beautiful as my sister in my next life."
"You are prettier than me." Abi was also sitting on the steps, and the maid at the side immediately took the cloak and reminded in a low voice, "Girl, it's too cold here."
"I'll just sit for a while." Abi said, "Go inside and make us a pot of hot milk tea."
The maid responded and went back to her room to get busy. There were only two people left in the courtyard, so Abi held Ling Xing'er's hand and said in a low voice: "You asked my holy lady a few days ago, and I remembered something these days, but it was intermittent, Very vague."
Ling Xing'er became energetic after hearing the words, it's better to be vague than nothing! He urged: "What is it?"
"She is very beautiful and often wears a snow-white skirt, like a blooming snow lotus. People in the clan say that she will never grow old, and that her hometown is far away." Abi said, "She has a beloved man , There is a son, but it has never appeared."
"anything else?"
"Also, she is the protector of the tribe." Abi frowned and searched for the scattered fragments. "She will lead everyone to repel the enemy, and she will also make hidden weapons."
The more it sounded, the more it sounded like Xie Hanyan back then. Ling Xing'er also became excited, and continued to ask: "Then where is your tribe? Is that holy lady still alive?"
"I don't remember where the tribe is, holy lady... holy lady..." Abi thought for a long time again, the snow-white skirt and the familiar fragrance of flowers floated in front of her eyes and in her heart, as if she was right in front of her eyes. She raised her head and said in disbelief, "I seem to have seen her shadow in the inn just a few days ago."
Ling Xing'er was surprised: "Huh?"
However, Abi couldn't think of any more clues, and she was sure that the saint must have appeared, and it was not a hallucination.
Ling Xing'er guessed, could it be that the people of the tribe found out that Abi was missing, so they came secretly and wanted to take her away? But the head of the sect is also in Yancheng. If the holy aunt is really Xie Hanyan back then, she will know this... Well, even if it is not a son, it should be the child of an old friend. Will she come and see
Thinking of this in his heart, he didn't even bother to drink the milk tea, and hurried back to the General's Mansion.
The maid came out with some tea and said, "Huh, Miss Xing'er has already left?"
"She is very concerned about the whereabouts of the saint." Abi leaned on the soft bed and said anxiously, "You said, could the white shadow I saw that night be a hallucination? But the fragrance of flowers is too real to be fake. of."
"I didn't see it, but the girl saw it, maybe it's true." The maid squeezed her leg and reminded, "But even if the holy lady comes, the chief will not let the girl go, does the girl want to go? "
Abi lowered her eyes and stopped talking.
If you stay here, you will have a comfortable life and gentle pampering. There are charcoal fires burning in the brazier, and the strongest man is lying on the pillow. Countless women should want this kind of life. But there is always another shadow in my heart, vague and indestructible.
It made her anxious, and it drove her crazy.
Maybe when the holy lady appears next time, I can ask myself who that man who seems to be named "Duoji" floating in the clouds is.
…
In the general's mansion.
Yun Yifeng couldn't turn the corner after listening to Ling Xing'er's story. Although everyone had vaguely guessed it before, once the clues were really obvious, they were still quite shocked, as if they had passed through layers of smog with their hands, and before they were ready, their fingertips suddenly touched the soft In the past, spread a dizzying light.
"Master." Ling Xing'er asked, "Will the holy lady come to see you?"
Yun Yifeng thought for a while, then shook his head: "My identity is unknown, even if it is really Pu Xianfeng's child, only a few people know how the news spread to the northwest tribe."
"Then let's spread the news." Ling Xing'er slapped the table, "Let's go out from Fengyumen, not to mention the northwest tribes, even if it spreads to foreign countries in the West!"
Yun Yifeng laughed: "You girl, don't make trouble."
"How can it add to the chaos?" Ling Xing'er sat opposite him, and said anxiously, "Master, don't you want to find your relatives, don't you want to know the past?"
"I think so, but I don't think so." Yun Yifeng slowly poured tea, "Now the situation in the northwest is delicate, and Abi is from Yerten, I don't want to cause any trouble for the prince."
Ling Xing'er looked at him carefully: "Then... what if I just miss it?"
"If you miss it, just miss it, the fate has not yet arrived." Yun Yifeng smiled, "It's also very good as it is now."
Even so, Ling Xing'er still felt that it would be a pity to miss it. They only hope that Abi can recover her memory soon, or that the Wu En brothers can find her tribe and find the mysterious and beautiful saint in white.
However, Yun Yifeng had already put the matter aside, and ran to the kitchen by himself to get busy. There was a chopping board with chicken, duck and fish meat, and the kitchen knife was sharpened coldly, comparable to a Feiluan sword.
After Ji Yanran finished her military duties, it was already sunset when she returned home. As soon as she entered the door, Li Jun pulled her aside and said in a low voice, "Master Yunmen cooks for you and cooks a table of dishes for you."
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang: "..."
Why don't you stop him? !
Li Jun suggested in conscience: "Why don't you go back to the barracks, just say you're busy and you can't get away."
Ji Yanran took a deep breath: "Come on, I'll go and have a look."
Li Jun put her hands in her sleeves and watched him sympathetically all the way.
Yun Yifeng has already taken off the clothes splashed with soot and soy sauce soup, and changed into another set of light green gauze clothes, and is sitting at the table waiting for him, when he smiles, it is like a March breeze passing through the bamboo forest, and his eyes are full of pleasantness spring colors.
So His Royal Highness Xiao Wang became dizzy, so what if the dishes are not delicious? Beauty can also be used for dinner.
Of course, in this regard, Master Yunmen is still self-aware. When he handed over the chopsticks, he did not forget to remind: "It's my first time cooking, it's not very tasty, but I've tried my best."
Ji Yanran smiled and said, "How could it be bad for you to cook?"
You are wrong. Yun Yifeng thought to himself, what I said was not tasty, it was really not tasty.
After tasting them one by one, Ji Yanran commented: "The shredded pork seems to be a little salty, it's okay, it just so happens that the radish is a little bland, so it's good to eat together." As for the mutton that can't be chewed, and the chicken that is stewed until only the skeleton is left, it doesn't count. Question, when you are trapped in a mountain col during a march or a battle, the bark of the poisonous snake can be used to satisfy your hunger, so you are afraid of this table of food
So I ate two big bowls, and made my sweetheart happy.
Then he vomited and had diarrhea that night, and lay in bed for three whole days.
All the servants of the General Mansion knew about it, and in a long time, all the people in Yancheng would know about it.
His majestic King Xiao, who was not defeated by thousands of enemy troops, was not defeated by evil ghosts and witchcraft, walked through the sea of bones and blood in the flames, and finally fell down under a bowl of half-baked mutton soup by Master Yunmen.
So much love, so much love.
Li Jun sighed, did I remind you earlier? If you don't listen to your brother, if you hide in the barracks as soon as possible, wouldn't this matter? Is the food cooked by Master Yunmen edible? I heard that the servants had to clean up the messy kitchen for several hours, and the beams of the house were blackened.
Ji Yanran really didn't want to talk to him, so she took off the handkerchief on her forehead: "Where's Yun'er?"
"I went to Yangtai Building to buy fish porridge, and I said you like that one." Li Jun covered him with a quilt, "I just went out, so you can sleep a little longer."
Yangtailou is the most prosperous restaurant in Yancheng, with good quality and low price, and the business is booming every day.
Yun Yifeng sat by the window, ordered a bowl of plain noodles and ate slowly, while waiting for the fish porridge to be cooked. He has already realized his mistake deeply, and intends to wash his hands temporarily, at least until the border is peaceful, he will not cook again—after all, the northwest of Daliang still has to be guarded by His Royal Highness King Xiao.
It's really hard to cook! He sighed from the bottom of his heart, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, but he saw a touch of snow from the corner of his eye.
In Yancheng, where the yellow sand is long, there are few people dressed in such white. Yun Yifeng looked over vigilantly, and saw a person leaving in a hurry in the teahouse next door, his body disappeared like snowflakes in the wind.
…
"Fish porridge is good—" Xiao Er came out with a food box, and stopped abruptly in the middle of the conversation, wondering, where is Master Yunmen
Yun Yifeng gritted his teeth, shook his hand and flicked his horsewhip: "Drive!"
Cuihua hissed into the air, like an ink shadow across the empty long street.
The people on both sides were stunned, and hurriedly hid in the shop, looking at each other, what's the matter
The clever one even ran to Xiao Wang's mansion to report the letter.
Outside the city gate is thousands of miles of yellow sand.
Yun Yifeng has been staring at the snow shadow in front of him closely, the other party is running too fast, often bypassing a sand dune, and then disappearing without a trace, only relying on the fragrance of flowers left in the air, Cuihua can barely keep up, But even so, at the end of the run, everyone was a little dizzy.
The sun was dazzling in the sky, the wind was blowing on the ground, and the weather was extremely bad.
The snow shadow has long since disappeared, and Yun Yifeng got off the horse, sitting under the sand dune panting, with a thin layer of sweat oozing from his forehead. Cuihua paced over, and gently arched his head with his head, as if apologizing or acting like a baby.
"It's okay, it's not your fault, didn't I lose it too?" Yun Yifeng took out a few pieces of peanut candy from his cloth pocket, "Eat it, we'll...cough cough, we'll go back."
His lips were chapped, and he was dizzy from the sun. He really didn't have the strength to ride a horse anymore, so he closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.
The fragrance of flowers around is getting stronger and stronger.
Then a cool shadow covered him.
Yun Yifeng's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes uncertainly.
She was dressed in a snow-white dress, covered her face with a silk scarf, her eyes were as beautiful as stars, and there was a small red mole on the corner of her eyebrow.
Xie Hanyan, the most famous beauty in Wangcheng back then, also had such a mole.
She took off the water bag from her waist and handed it to him silently.
"You are..." Yun Yifeng sat up, her heart pounding.
"You should go back." The snow-clothed man sighed, "Why did you chase after me? This is Xuansha Pond, so it's very easy to lose your way."
Yun Yifeng asked back: "Then why are you looking at me in the dark again?"
The man in snow shook his head: "I'm here to see Abi, but she seems to be living well now."
Yun Yifeng said: "Yer Teng really treated her very well."
There was silence between the two, and the atmosphere was dull.
After a while, Yun Yifeng said again: "Are you from the Xie family?"
His words were so straightforward that the other party was stunned for a moment before saying, "No."
Yun Yifeng stubbornly said: "You are, Abi said many things, and this red mole between the eyebrows, you are."
The snow-clothed man didn't argue anymore, but asked: "So what if it is, so what if it's not?"
"It can't be done." Yun Yifeng thought for a while, "I have a diagram of the mechanism on my back, do you know about it?"
"I know." Xue Yi said humanely, "I also know that you destroyed it with your own hands."
Yun Yifeng looked at her quietly, waiting for the next sentence.
"I know too many things that happened in the palace." The snow-clothed man stretched out his hand and gently touched the side of his face, "But you should go back now, only he can get the blood ganoderma, so that you can live well."
Yun Yifeng clenched her right hand tightly so that her nails were deeply embedded in her palm. This feeling is really weird. I am clearly talking to a stranger, but the other party clearly knows many things about me, and even... seems to know many things that I don't even know.
A hole was poked open in the hazy past, revealing the flowing beauty faintly.
The snow-clothed man asked, "Do you like him?"
Yun Yifeng nodded: "Naturally."
The snow-clothed man smiled: "That's good, let's go back quickly."
She turned around and wanted to leave, but Yun Yifeng grabbed her wrist: "Who am I?"
He repeated again: "Who the hell am I?"
"The past is over, why bother to get to the bottom of it." The snow-clothed man reminded helplessly, "It won't do you any good."
"But I want to know about my life experience, about my parents." Yun Yifeng asked, "Is my father Pu Xianfeng?"
The man in snow shook his head: "No."
Yun Yifeng didn't believe it: "Why did the diagram of the mechanism appear on my back?"
The eyes of the snow-clothed man trembled, he looked at him for a long time, and finally raised his palm and pressed it lightly on his forehead.
It seemed to be pierced by a huge force, and then fell into the boundless abyss with a howl. The body fell rapidly. Yun Yifeng's hand grabbed it randomly, but only grabbed a handful of dry yellow sand, which eroded the wound on the palm. pain.
The petals in front of my eyes were blown wildly by the wind.
"Your surname is Lu." The snow-clothed man said, his voice sounded as if it came from Konggu, "Your father is Lu Guangyuan, who swept thousands of troops and was famous."
Yun Yifeng closed her eyes tightly, her whole body was icy cold, and the wind and snow were heavy.
"Don't forget your father, he is the real hero in this world."
In that turbulent era, who single-handedly provoked the stability of most of the country, and who was the gold and iron horse, guarding the people with scars. It's a pity, it's a pity that after more than ten years of military service, I couldn't exchange for a stable small house in the south of the Yangtze River. All the loyal souls and blood were buried in the distant Heisha City in their best years. The names of hundreds of thousands of troops were blown away.
"It's the Li family, that high-ranking emperor who killed your father with his own hands!" The man in snow had tears in his eyes, and the bloody hatred was suppressed in his voice, "As the son of the Lu family, you must not Have the slightest respect for that traitor."
Hit by an invisible thunder in the chest, Yun Yifeng fell back to the sand, still in shock and out of breath.
The man in snow squatted in front of him, lowering his eyes: "But he is already dead. Before I had time to avenge your father, the old emperor died by himself."
Yun Yifeng asked in a daze: "And then?"
"There is no after." Xue Yi said humanely, "His Royal Highness Xiao Wang is different. You and him are in love with each other. I have no objection. This is a very good thing."
Yun Yifeng looked at her: "Then you..."
"I should go." The snow-clothed man stood up, "Remember, protect yourself and your loved one, imperial power will kill people."
"Don't!" Yun Yifeng stretched out his hand to grab her, but the snow-white sleeve slipped from between his fingers, a gust of wind rolled up the yellow sand, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no one around.
There was only a big silver-white horse with shiny hair, galloping through the wind and sand.
"Yun'er!" Ji Yanran shouted.
Cuihua raised his head and hissed, leading Feishuang Jiao to this side.
"Yun'er." Ji Yanran hastily got off his horse and hugged the limp man under the sand dune into his arms, "What happened?"
"It's okay... I'm okay." Yun Yifeng let go of his blood-stained right hand and leaned against him exhaustedly, "I want to go home."
Ji Yanran glanced into the distance, nodded: "Okay, I'll take you home."
When Yun Yifeng returned home, he developed a high fever. He was in a daze and didn't wake up until three or four days later.
Ji Yanran blew on the warm Chinese medicine, and carefully fed it to him: "Is your body still uncomfortable?"
"It's much better." Yun Yifeng coughed twice, and leaned over to hug him.
Ji Yanran smiled, and patted the thin back lightly, trying to coax him to sleep for a while, but someone outside reported that the Wu En brothers had just returned with a man.
…
That night, Ling Xing'er went to find Abi. When he entered the room, he saw her sitting in front of the mirror and dressing up, and said with a smile that Riyelten was going to host a banquet, and he wanted to dance for him.
"Then let me comb my sister's hair." Ling Xing'er took the comb from the maid, her long black hair was gathered up, and behind her snow-white ears, a thin blue thread was winding there.
…
There were only three or four guests at Yeerteng's banquet, Zhou Jiuxiao, Yang Boqing, and Ji Yanran and Yun Yifeng. Gathering together is out of the question. Walking on the street and randomly pulling three or four strangers, the atmosphere during the banquet will not be worse than this time.
"In fact, why is it so tense?" Zhou Jiuxiao raised his wine glass, "At least the prince and I have lived and died for Daliang. Based on this alone, there should be some common topics. He has made great contributions, why didn't King Pingle come to see his uncle tonight?"
"King Pingle's arm was injured, so it's very inconvenient to move." Yun Yifeng replied casually, "I'm probably lying on the bed now, looking forward to my uncle's visit with a snack box."
"Master Yunmen is really eloquent." Zhou Jiuxiao said with a smile, "Come on, let me offer you a toast first!"
Abi was sitting next to Yerten, dressed beautifully, her pupils were green and transparent. Her butterfly hysteria has been cured, and her mood is much better. Although chaotic and contradictory memories still appear in her mind from time to time, at least she no longer screams in fear. Seeing that the atmosphere at the banquet was tense and that all parties seemed to be confronting each other, Yerten also showed displeasure on his face, so he took the initiative to say: "Boss, let me dance for you."
She doesn't understand these schemes and struggles, and she just likes the people she should like ignorantly, such as the enthusiastic and innocent Lingxing'er, or Yerten—she should like him, no matter from which point of view, the other party is useless The picky perfect husband. The musicians filed in and played melodious music, like the melodious oriole singing in the wilderness. Abi danced gracefully, and her skirt fluttered when she spun.
Yun Yifeng asked: "People outside say that the big leader met Abi in the cold sand and snow."
"At that time, she was wearing a beautiful dress like clouds, lying motionless, like a fairy in the legend." Recalling the first encounter, Yerten's expression softened, he looked at the dancing beauty, and continued, "And When she opened those green eyes, time stopped."
The music became more cheerful and quicker, and Abi wore a multicolored jade bracelet on her wrist, which made a turbulent and crisp sound. Even Zhou Jiuxiao laughed and praised: "Such an alluring beauty, with blue eyes like jade, is really rare to see in a hundred years. It's no wonder the chief is obsessed with her."
Yun Yifeng flipped his wrist, and a silver needle was thrown out without a sound, wrapped in the gust of wind.
Abi's dance stopped abruptly, and she fell forward stiffly to the ground.
"Girl!" A few maids just ran over to help her up when she was dancing, but Abi just kept her eyes open, as if someone had acupuncture points, or was simply robbed. To the soul.
Yerteng strode forward, but was also taken aback by that... how should I put it, weird expression and posture, like a beautiful but lifeless doll, inlaid with green glazed eyes.
"Sister Abi!" Ling Xing'er ran in from outside. Zhou Jiuxiao and Yang Boqing saw that the situation was not good, they got up and wanted to slip away, but Lin Ying led the army to block their way: "You two, what's the hurry?"
Yelten shouted angrily: "What the hell is going on?!"
Yun Yifeng raised his chin, motioning him to look forward.
It was only then that Yerten noticed that Abi's personal maid was standing motionless behind the table, her eyes frightened and her whole body froze.
"After being hit by my poisonous needle, I can't move for an hour." Yun Yifeng stepped forward, took her arm and shook it, and rolled out a puppet from the cuff, only the thickness of a finger, But it's done extremely delicately.
"The beauty in the sand and snow is not a chance encounter at all, but someone deliberately arranged it." Yun Yifeng handed the puppet to Yerten, and pointed to the maid, "In the rivers and lakes, there was once a story about the puppet master. It is rumored that Abi was made into a puppet by her, used to control the big boss, and also used to confuse me."
With a wrong finger, Yerten crushed the palm puppet.
Abi was also in Ling Xing'er's arms, and let out a scream that was almost shrill.
Her body curled up together, trembling violently, her eyes closed tightly, and the skin all over her body swelled and surged, as if she was about to break out of some kind of restraint.
"Master!" Ling Xing'er panicked, "What should we do now?"
Yun Yifeng looked at Yerten, but found that he was taking half a step back with a tiny movement. This scene is really frightening. It is different from the fear of fighting on the battlefield, but another kind of coolness seeping from the bones. How could it be like this? That beautiful goblin has actually turned into a goblin now—pale and swollen, like a corpse soaked in spring water, disgusting.
His stomach was churning, and his right hand clenched the handle of the knife.
"Ah!" Abi opened her eyes in pain, the translucent emerald green had faded away, turning back to the brown and black of ordinary people. And the once beautiful face was scattered like sand in the wind. After the surge under the skin disappeared, a sickly sallow layer covered it, and she fainted weakly in Ling Xing'er's arms.
"Take her back to the General's Mansion first, and ask Mr. Mei to see a doctor." Yun Yifeng ordered.
Ling Xing'er promised, hurriedly called two soldiers, and helped Abi to leave here.
Yerteng calmed down, his eyes lit up with anger, and he looked at Zhou Jiuxiao without saying a word.
It couldn't be more obvious at this time who is behind the scenes. I just picked up Abi, and my partner came to the door like a fly smelling blood, and wanted to talk about cooperation, and "just happened" to hear Abi's screams, and "just happened" to know how to treat the disease, so we negotiated terms .
Holding the teacup, Yun Yifeng fanned the flames and added leisurely: "By the way, their next goal is very likely to make the big boss into a doll, why not ask Senior Mei to check it tomorrow, just in case What if."
This scene is not too small, even the mother of the other party can make one for herself, and within three to five days, the stage may not be dismantled, so it has to be judged slowly.