When Weiyang saw Xu'er, she had endless things to say. She stopped looking at the plum blossoms and appreciating the snow scenery. She just pulled Xu'er to sit in the pavilion and talk.
The pavilion was already covered with curtains and four charcoal braziers were lit. Although it was winter, it was still very warm.
Yan Gui was leaning against the railing. On the stone table in front of him were two plates of dried fruits and two plates of snacks. A pot of rice wine with shredded ginger was warming on the stove at his feet.
With one hand holding a glass of wine, the other hand rested on the stone table and listened to the two people talking. Zhao Xu was not a talkative person, and it was inevitable that he had something to say after not seeing his relatives for a long time. And Wei Yang was even worse. She finally met her nephew here, and she talked a lot, even a little noisy.
Yan Gui looked outside. The sky was already sparsely covered with snowflakes, and he became increasingly bored. He finished a pot of wine, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up, rolling up the curtains outside the pavilion. The fine snow and the cold wind rushed in together. Wei Yang was shocked, and her body swayed, and she subconsciously let out a low cry.
Just as Zhao Xu was about to reach out his hand, Wei Yang felt her arm tighten. Yan Gui had come behind her without her knowing and he put his arm around her waist.
Seeing his hand fall empty, Zhao Xu lowered his eyes and slowly retracted his hand, his eyes indifferently sweeping across the cheek of the girl in front of him.
She had thin eyebrows, almond eyes, round cheeks as pink as peach blossoms, and a bit of baby fat. She didn't look exactly like her mother, but she had exactly the same eyebrows and eyes.
Yan Gui helped Wei Yang to stand up straight, and bowed to Zhao Xu: "Your Highness, it is not appropriate to stay here for long, please return to the mansion first."
His demeanor is natural and his face is stern.
Zhao Xu stood up, looked at the man in front of him, nodded slightly, took out a bamboo dragonfly from his arms and handed it to Wei Yang: "This is made by my sixth uncle, I give it to you."
This bamboo dragonfly is one of the few things he brought with him, and it contains memories of the three of them growing up together.
Seeing Wei Yang tremblingly reaching out to take it, Zhao Xu nodded slightly to Yan Gui: "General Yan, can you please step aside? I want to talk to my aunt." Hearing this, Yan Gui was slightly stunned, turned around and walked down the pavilion, his robes fluttering and his black hair dancing.
Zhao Xu raised his sleeve and gently brushed away a petal of snow on Wei Yang's hair, and said softly: "Auntie, please be patient. Xu'er will definitely take you home soon."
Wei Yang looked at Zhao Xu in front of her in astonishment. The boy's face was pale, his eyes were as clear as spring water, and his lips were tightly pursed. At this time, his figure had not yet grown up, but his demeanor could no longer be concealed. He was like a god, untainted by dust.
Wei Yang sighed quietly in her heart and reached out to straighten his collar: "Xu'er, General Yan is very good, you just need to protect yourself, your mother... your mother is still waiting for you to pick her up."
The boy's eyes gradually became misty: "Aunt, he is too old and not worthy of you."
As soon as Zhao Xu finished speaking, Wei Yang's face turned red. She stretched out her finger and tapped his forehead lightly, "What do you know, little kid? He is my uncle."
The boy shrank slightly at the cold fingers, but he did not resist. Seeing that he did not say anything else, Wei Yang raised the corner of her lips and blinked her left eye at him. The bright smile and familiar gesture instantly melted the ice in the boy's heart and made it warm.
"Go ahead. I may have to live in Yancheng in the future. Fortunately, it's not far away. I will come to see you often."
The voice is clear and gentle, just as it was before.
The young man pursed his lips and said nothing, but the mist in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, covering the sky and the sun.
He stepped back from the pavilion, looked at the petite figure in the curtain, turned around and ran away, his tears rolling down uncontrollably, hitting the white snow.
He must sit in the highest position and make sure his mother and his aunt are under his protection.