"Sir," a boy in a gray coat ran out of the carriage behind, hurried over with a big fur, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, don't wait, it won't come. The snow is too heavy, Liu Huzi said that there will be a heavy snowstorm later, we should hurry up and get to Que Yushan before dark."
Wu Daoya was unmoved, as if he hadn't heard it, his eyes were still looking ahead, expressionless.
"Sir?" The little boy was taken aback, and pulled the corner of Lao Daoya's clothes, "Sir?"
"Ming'er, listen." The man in green robe suddenly opened his lips, his tone was a little hoarse, and it became more and more low in the howling north wind, like an autumn wind blowing a mulberry, and said slowly.
"Listen?" The little boy frowned and pricked up his ears, "Sir, what are you listening to?"
"Sound of hooves." Wu Daoya said, "Here we come."
"The sound of horseshoes?" Ming'er listened for a long time, but could not hear anything except the howling wind. In such weather, it was difficult to hear the other party's speech at close range, let alone the sound of horseshoes in the distance, Ming'er muttered Said, "Sir, there is no sound of horseshoes, you must have heard it wrong, in my opinion, we still..."
However, before Ming'er finished speaking, there was a sudden and clear sound of horse hooves, and the little boy was startled, and suddenly raised his head. On the white wilderness, a yellow puma slowly appeared at the end of the horizon, the figure on the horse was blurred, the snow was getting heavier, falling from the sky, flying and fluttering, making people's vision more and more blurred. However, it can still be clearly seen that the figure on the horse is a little thin, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
"Sir," Ming'er was slightly dumbfounded, "You are amazing!"
"Woo!" There was a clear and low shout, and the person on the horse got off the horse neatly, and ran forward a few steps. She was wearing a thick blue-faced windbreaker, and a huge cloak completely covered her head and face. Only a faint trace of black long hair could be seen faintly at the lower end of the hood.
"Fortunately, there is time." The woman took off her hood, revealing a thin face with blue lips, she quickly took out a stack of rice paper from her bosom, and handed it to Wu Daoya.
Trekking in the cold wind for a long time made her a little exhausted, she gasped slightly and said, "Put it away, it's all here."
Wu Daoya frowned, looked at the woman's appearance, seemed a little angry, frowned and said, "Why don't you let others come? Count nine cold winters, your illness is cured?"
The woman shook her head, "No one can come. Muhe Xifeng is dead, and that idiot Muhe Xiyun has gone down again. This third prince is very difficult to deal with. Several brothers were lost in the meeting. I am a woman. They The inspection is not strict."
"Zhao Qi has been keeping a low profile for so many years, but he didn't expect to make such a big move in the first place. Zhao Zhengde really gave birth to a group of good sons."
"Let's not talk so much, let's go. This task is very tight, and it will only take less than a month to come and go. The son is currently famous, and there are advantages and disadvantages. If the overall situation is not stabilized at this time, it is likely to change midway .”
Wu Daoya nodded, "I know, you have to be careful."
"Well," the woman nodded, her face was as pale as snow, her eyes seemed to be darker, and she ordered, "You too."
Wu Daoya's eyes were a little gloomy, looking at the woman's pale cheeks and thin body, he suddenly sighed helplessly, turned around and took the big fur from Ming'er's hand, put it on the woman's shoulders, lowered his head, and carefully inspected it for her. After fastening the belt, with slender fingers and gentle eyes, he exhorted in a low voice while fastening it: "The weather is getting colder and colder, you must be more careful yourself. Whether this month is long or short, the situation in the imperial capital has changed. You have to be careful yourself, and you must not be rash and impulsive. Among the brothers and sisters back then, there are only you and me left now, Ayu, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
Miss Yu lowered her head and remained silent. Some things in her heart were like flowers that broke through the soil, and they grew densely. There were too many things entrenched in her heart, and people didn't know what to say.
"You have to weigh things in the meeting. Although there were no casualties in rescuing Master Zhu last time, it exposed our two secret contact stations. It is inevitable that there will be some anger at the top. You can bear it as long as you can. Don't worry." Don't be tempered. Let the powerhouses in the imperial city fight among themselves, and don't get involved. Our arrangement this time is only to rescue the prince safely, and ignore the rest. Don't be greedy for merit. Out of proportion."
"Also," Wu Daoya slowly raised his head, his eyes were calm, like a frozen lake in early winter, no waves and ripples could be seen inside, and even his voice was staid, "Your health is not good, take care of yourself, Don't worry too much about it. When things are over here, I'll take you to Biantang for a while, where the lakes and mountains are beautiful and the climate is mild, which is the most helpful for your illness." After tying the last knot, Wu Daoya stepped back After taking two steps, he glanced at the woman, then turned around, and waved his hands gently as he walked, "Go back, be careful on the road."
"Daoya." Miss Yu suddenly raised her head, her expression a little solemn.
"Huh?" Wu Daoya turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked softly, "Is there anything else?"
Miss Yu pursed her lips, thought for a while, then shook her head, and said, "It's nothing, I'll talk about it when you come back, take care."
Wu Daoya looked at the woman. She was not a beautiful woman, with a thin face and a thin body. Although she was only twenty-seven or eight years old, many years of hard work had left her with some fine crow's feet in the corners of her eyes prematurely. Also unhealthy pale. But it was such a face that made him have so many concerns that he couldn't let go of.
Just like today, this is not an important document, but he firmly believes that she will send it in person to see him for the last time, although he is still blaming her for not caring for herself.
To this day, he still seems to remember the first time they met.
On that day, he followed his master to travel to Zhenhuang Imperial Capital. On the Xiaoyan Bridge in Ximiao Street, he met a girl who was beaten to pieces by her master because she ran away. That year, she was only nine years old, thin and small, her skin was sallow due to long-term malnutrition, and she looked lifeless. However, her eyes are so big, so dark, so bright, full of unyielding resentment and perseverance that never gives up.
At that moment, he knew that this child would succeed, no matter how many times she failed, as long as she was still alive, she would definitely be able to escape.
Sure enough, half a month later, at the gate of a restaurant outside Runan City, they once again encountered this child who was dying of hunger but still refused to reach out to beg. The master took her in and took her back all the way. From then on, Tianji Mountain had a little sister, and he also had an extra concern.
Seven days ago, Xihua died on Zuolingyuan in Yanbei, and only the two of the thirteen brothers and sisters who came down from Tianji Mountain together were left.
Wu Daoya stretched out his hand and patted Miss Yu's shoulder with great force. He wanted to say something, but finally suppressed it, "I have something to say, let's talk about it when I come back. I'll go first, and you should be careful."
"Yeah," Miss Yu nodded, "You too."
Wu Daoya got into the carriage, Liu Huzi was wearing a dog fur coat, rubbed his hands, and threw off the whip with a yell. The war horse neighed and hoofed, and the carriage raised a stream of white snow mist, gradually disappearing in the snowstorm that filled the sky.
No matter what happens, you can come back and talk about it.
Miss Yu sighed softly, the cold snowflakes hit her face, reminding her of Huo Leiyuan in Yanbei.
Everything is coming to an end, as long as the young master is successfully rescued in a few months, she will be able to retire. At that time, she can go to Biantang, where it is very warm, unlike Hongchuan, where it snows for more than half of the year, then, she can experience the scenes in the book, go boating on the green lake, Smell the fragrance of lotus at night.
Ayu raised his head and took a deep breath, but the premise is that Shizi must be rescued safely.
She straightened her back, gave a light drink, turned around and beat her horse away.
They have been waiting for too many years, and they can definitely continue to wait. Although there are some things that cannot be said, there will always be a day when they will be said. On that day, the world will be unified, the people will live in peace, and there will be no more slaves in the world, and all wars will be eliminated.
The cold wind blows from a distance, blowing a small whirlwind on the flat ground, and the white snow spirals upwards, like the cycle of fate, rising up, falling again, and repeating itself.
At this time in the Shengjin Palace, the girl slowly put down the documents on the desk, walked to the window, looked at the burning clouds in the sky, and was in a daze.
The maid, Luliu, knocked on the door carefully, opened the door timidly, and said in a low voice, "Miss, someone is looking for you outside."
Here, except for Yan Xun, everyone is afraid of her, because every servant has been strictly interrogated by her when entering Yinggeyuan. In her previous life, she was a national intelligence officer, and in this life, she was repeatedly on the verge of life and death, which made her wary of everything.
The woman raised her eyebrows lightly, "Who?"
"The guard didn't say anything." Lu Liu replied in a low voice, "General Song Can from the former city gate personally came to report."
"Song Que?" Chu Qiao asked suspiciously, the identity of the visitor was not simple, not only could he freely enter the Shengjin Palace, but he could also assign Song Que to send a message to find her, who could it be
"Go and tell General Song, I will come right away."
Putting on a fox fur coat and carrying a dagger for self-defense, Chu Qiao opened the gate of Yingge Courtyard, and Song Que's face that had been frozen for several years suddenly appeared before her eyes. The girl sighed secretly, for such a general who doesn't know the world, it's no wonder that he was guarding the front city gate when he first entered the palace, and he is still guarding the front city gate now, without making any progress.
After many twists and turns, they came to the Yumei Pavilion in the harem garden, which is Zhao Song's favorite place. When she was young, she often quietly came here to accept Zhao Song's help, but now, she hasn't come here for a long time.
The forest is still the same, but the plum trees in the past are a little thicker, and now it is a good time for plum blossoms to bloom, and the whole garden is full of fragrance. Song Shenjiang retreated without saying a word. Chu Qiao walked in alone, and within a few steps, she saw the shadow of someone coming.
"Miss Xing'er."
I haven't seen him for several years, Zhu Cheng has gotten a little fat, his belly is round, but he still has a smiling face, and he doesn't show any emotion at all because Chu Qiao betrayed Zhuge's family.
Chu Qiao's expression remained unchanged, and she said calmly, "Butler Zhu, my surname is Chu."
Zhu Cheng hurriedly said with an apologetic smile, "Miss Chu, I came to you by order of the young master."
"Young master?" The girl snorted coldly, and said respectfully and politely, "Which young master?"
Zhu Cheng was slightly taken aback, but still replied: "Zhuge Yue, Zhuge Fourth Young Master."