A long, whistling wind blows in the face, and the cold winter month invades your bones.
Xian Li tightened her cloak in the dark night, silently recalling the ripples that surged in her heart that night. She raised her hand and covered her face with a scarf: "The frost and dew have receded, I'm going to lead them away. , you go and arrest people.”
Bian Ding moved his eyes away from her face and looked at Su Qianle's room in the side courtyard. The candle lamp had been extinguished, the moonlight was streaming on the window coffin, there was silence everywhere, and the frost and dew were retreating from her room. He came out and walked to his room.
"I'll lure her away, and you can catch her." Bian Ding was afraid that she wouldn't be able to escape, so he drank two sips of the wine from the jar, which burned her throat.
He hung the wine jar on the tree, and sighed again in his heart as Xian Li drank the strong wine as calmly as if he were drinking water.
He held his breath and was about to rush out when Xian Li's figure flew out one step ahead of him.
She deliberately exposed her flaw, and the frightened guards gathered around to chase her figure. Shuanglu obviously heard the uproar, and her expression changed and she stepped up her pace to return to the room.
Bian Ding groaned, holding his head against the pain. He took advantage of the opportunity for her to lure the guards away and swooped down, landing behind Shuang Lu. He stretched out his hand and was about to put her shoulder, but Shuang Lu suddenly turned around to block. After Ding was slightly startled, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, this maid was actually good at martial arts.
Bian Ding fought her twice and found out that this maid was not only good at martial arts, but also quite good at martial arts.
He was secretly glad that he was the one who fell down to arrest the person.
If it were Xian Li, he might even be captured.
As soon as he thought of this, his eyes became more fierce, he no longer held back his hand, and the sword was unsheathed.
The sword was so fast that it struck her right in the face.
Shuang Lu turned around and wanted to dodge, but the speed of being chased and beaten by the raven for a long time could not allow her to escape. Bian Ding caught up with the volley and turned the hilt of his sword, hitting her neck hard and knocking her out. He put it on his shoulders and jumped out lightly. to Sinan's mansion.
Ever since Bingwen heard the conversation between the emperor and Xiao Yanjun from Kong Changhui, he knew that Su Qianle's life was temporarily safe. He originally planned to withdraw the two of them, but after returning to Mingxiang Garden from Kong Changhui's residence that night, Xiao Mu Bai waited in his room.
In addition to asking him to prepare overnight to build momentum for Xiao Yanjun, he also asked the two of them to find a way to catch the maid next to Su Qianle.
Xian Li has long since escaped and has been hanging out in the military camp all year round. What she is most familiar with is how to hide her body.
What's more, her martial arts skills are different from Bian Ding's. All the moves she knows are designed to kill with one hit.
Only killing, not arresting.
Therefore, she proposed that she attract the guards and let Bian Ding catch them.
Bian Ding carried the unconscious Shuanglu directly back to the Hou Mansion and handed it over to Cong Ting for interrogation. He returned to Bingwen to wait for orders, while Xianli returned to Yixiang Tower.
Late at night in the cold winter, except for the brightly lit lights of Sinan's mansion, the whole of Chang'an seemed to be quiet and silent.
The sky is heavy and deep, and the snow is falling endlessly.
Xiao Mubai walked out of Xia Chu's room wearing a big cloak. He was lying on the couch when he suddenly smelled the unique and elegant plum fragrance, and then he walked out looking for the smell.
He took two steps toward the courtyard, and could vaguely see the plum blossom standing proudly in the snow and wind, defying the frost and blooming in full bloom.
When plum trees were planted in Yunqi Courtyard, he didn't notice.
Xiao Mubai walked towards the deep wall of the courtyard. The plum tree that came face to face was very graceful. The branches on the trunk were zigzag and circling upward. The crown of the tree was full of branches and slender branches, standing gracefully in the wind and snow. .
On the same plum tree, you can see various forms of flowers blooming.
Some are in bud, with tender and lovely pink buds, some have just bloomed, showing their eagerness to talk, and some have been blooming for a long time, with tender pink petals that are endearing.
Xiao Mubai stood in front of the plum blossom tree, lost in thought.
"This plum tree was transplanted by the young master after the prince returned to Chongqing. I still remember that he was in high spirits and excited at the time. He said that when the prince returned to Beijing, he would cook wine and enjoy the snow, and enjoy the plum trees in the snow. , you will definitely be very happy." Li Xinlan walked behind him at some point, with a hint of sobs in her voice.
Xiao Mubai's chest felt suffocating, and a certain string in his heart trembled suddenly.
His throat was a little dry, he pursed his lips, collected his thoughts, closed his eyes slightly before turning to Li Xinlan and said: "I will not let anything happen to him, don't worry."
Li Xinlan said 'hmm', with a smile on her face, but the smile was bitter, and the 'hmm' was full of helplessness.
Xiao Mubai knew that persuasion was useless, so he stretched out his hand to pluck a plum blossom, and gently turned the white and red flower. The petals were smooth and transparent, like amber or jasper.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Thinking about Xia Chu's irritable temper, he still had the patience to plant trees. It was really not easy, and it was difficult for him.
Xiao Mubai stretched out his hand to stroke the petals and asked softly: "Ah Chu... what else did he say?"
Li Xinlan lowered her eyelids and looked at the petals in his hand, with an expression that seemed to reminisce and sigh: "The young master said that plum blossoms are not delicate flowers. The colder they are, the more wind and snow pressure, the more delicate and energetic they bloom. He said, he is Because a person fell in love with the flower that I hated the most when I was young."
Xiao Mubai remembered that Xia Chu once said that when he was still in the mountains when he was a child, Lan Yuying was always keen on using a plum blossom to tie his hair, which left a shadow on him and did not like plum blossoms.
"Has he ever told you why he didn't like plum blossoms when he was young?" Xiao Mubai's usually cold complexion gradually softened, and a touch of tenderness appeared in his eyes. If you think about it carefully, it was because of him that he was a child. I think I prefer the boy who fell in love with a certain kind of flower.
Li Xinlan shook her head: "I asked teasingly at the time, but the young master looked shy and refused to say anything. Instead, he said with emotion, the flowers that the prince likes are very similar to your temperament."
Xiao Mubai tilted his head slightly and looked at her suspiciously.
"What blows it is not the breeze, but the biting cold wind. What nourishes it is not the cool and sweet dew, but the freezing ice and snow. What shines on it is not the bright sunshine, but a ray of setting sun in the severe cold. The young master said , The prince has had a hard time living these past years." Li Xinlan sighed softly.
In her opinion, Xia Chu should have been pampered in the Marquis Mansion since he was a child, but he grew up in the mountains. Now he is a brat, and there is no trace of the innocence of a girl in him. What he has lived these years is It's miserable, but I feel sorry for another person.
"It's getting late, you should go back and rest early." Xiao Mubai picked off a plum and walked towards the room.
Li Xinlan followed him and couldn't see his expression. She didn't bow to him until she saw him entering the room.
Xiao Mubai stood in the dark corner, and the breaths surging in his heart became disordered, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
He put the broken plum blossom into the vase, and the blood in his heart surged wildly. It was cold and hot, and he didn't know whether it was joy or sadness...
(End of chapter)