The cedar is beautiful, and compared with the rigid cypress, it has more spirituality and jumping, and the clusters of tiny pine needles wrap around the soft branches, which has the feeling of fresh green in March of willow branches.

Especially in this garden of early snow, it is even more prominent.

The ground was already cold, and tiny snowflakes sprinkled on the path covered with thick fallen leaves, and soon the garden in the Jardine Palace was painted white.

It is said to be white, not white, because the snow has not yet covered the decaying grass and leaves, and there is always a faint smell of desolation.

The hand is not cold enough, and the snowflake is not big enough, so the snowflake that falls in the palm of the palm quickly turns into water, and you can't hold it in your hand.

Xiaozhu held a lotus leaf umbrella and carefully covered the top of Qiao Yue's head, seeing that Qiao Yue's hands were already frozen red, she said carefully: "Do you want the slave to send you a hand warmer?" ”

She didn't call Qiao Yue anything, but spoke directly.

The reason is very simple, the palace maid who has been sold to the Teaching Workshop Division is a lesson, and the first one seems to have called Qiao Yue a mother, so she became a member of the Teaching Workshop Division.

The second one seems to have called Qiao Yue a nobleman, and the ending is the same as the first, and the third one doesn't know what to call it, and the end is very bad anyway, so Xiaozhu is very cautious and uses you to represent a qiē.

Qiao Yue shook her head and said with a slight smile: "Hand, you have to be frozen stiff enough to catch the snow!" ”

Xiaozhu muttered in her heart, it's very simple to catch the snow, just grab a handful on the ground, why bother.

Qiao Yue seemed to know the doubts in her heart, staring at the snowflakes in the sky. Said lightly: "I want to catch a piece of snowflakes!" ”

A!

How can a snowflake be caught? You can't pick it up even if you pick it up on the ground!

No matter how cold your hands are, you can't catch a snowflake!

Therefore, Xiaozhu was quiet. also seemed to understand Qiao Yue's mood at the moment, and followed Qiao Yue quietly. Walk quietly in this small garden!

The brocade embroidered palace shoes were filled with kapok, which was very soft and, of course, very warm, and you could not feel the coldness of the ground when stepping on the cobblestone path in the garden.

The garden is not large, and after two turns around the lotus pond in the middle, the high vermilion wall blocks the snow from view, and of course, the road ahead. Looking further afield, I don't know where the snow has fallen.

There was a sound of squirming footsteps on her body, Xiaozhu turned around, her body was startled, and when she was about to kneel and salute, the person who came over waved her hand, and she immediately stood beside Qiao Yue again, holding the umbrella high very seriously.

"Looks like you're in a good mood today?"

The man's deep voice behind him came, albeit low. However, there is still an illusion that is as thick as a war drum and sonorous to shake the heavens and the earth, of course, this must be an illusion. It's because of the illusion brought about by his condescending aura.

Qiao Yue happened to stop by the stone bench by the lotus pond, because there was snow on the stone bench, so she didn't sit down. Seeing the withered lotus leaves in the lotus pond, I felt a little melancholy. In fact, this melancholy has always been held in her heart.

I remember that the fat girl once told her that when she was in Ningzhou, Ye Junsheng went to participate in the poetry meeting of Zhiyun Temple. A poem written by Jiang Sheng, the first genius in Ningzhou, invited by the Ye family, has two sentences that Qiao Yue likes very much, "The lonely shadow is cold and the river is cold, and the cicadas are screaming and walking at night!" ”

Of course, the fat girl said that the autumn cicadas did not sing when the Zhizhou adults commented, so Jiang Sheng's poem was not as widely circulated as his "Beautiful Woman's Story" last year.

However, Qiao Yue likes these two sentences very much, what the poems want together is the artistic conception, it is precisely these two verses that are very meaningful, where do you need to study so much, Duying and Gu Hong seem to be talking about themselves, no matter where they go, they are like a frightened wild goose.

Thinking of Jiang Sheng, I thought of the situation on the big boat in Shunjiang again, and they all said that scholars were poor and sour, but there should be a sense of arrogance, but unfortunately, Jiang Sheng and a large group of scholars that Qiao Yue met on the Shunjiang River were obviously not worthy of the words "scholars", he had previously been a gunman for the Ye family for money, and when he turned around, he became Jiuming's plaything for the future, of course, he also wanted to tie himself up later.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yue's heart added a little chill, she didn't regret her ruthlessness to Jiang Sheng at that time, even if she reappeared now, she would still look down on such a reader.

Scholar! He is also a scholar, I don't know how he is doing now after more than three years, whether he will be as spineless as a talent like Jiang Sheng.

Sighing slightly, she stared at the obscuring wall again, and then she realized that the person behind her was talking to herself, and she said, "This is what the palace looks like? ”

She didn't look back, just slightly slanted her cheeks and looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, her eyes were calm like water, but with a touch of coldness, her skin was like congealed fat, and there was a little pink in the snow-white, less pale when she first saw her, and she was so healthy that she didn't smile and was sultry.

The long hair hangs straight down to the waist, the green silk dances with the wind, revealing a faint fragrance, looking from the direction of Liu Wude, that beautiful face, only the tip of the iceberg, just the tip of the iceberg, has already made the rouge powder of the palace lose its color.

Why look at the snow, she has already surpassed thousands of mountains and thousands of snow!

Why do you need flowers, she is already gorgeous!

is only the tip of the iceberg's face, which makes a veteran like him who has read all the beauties three thousand flowers stupid!

It was the same feeling as it had been when I first saw her twenty years ago, yes, it was her, the woman who now lived alone in the palace of Listening to the Rain.

It's said to be an obsession, but it's actually more like reminiscing, recalling the feeling of thumping back then.

Therefore, he looked at Qiao Yue's side face seriously, and his thoughts no longer knew how far he had gone in his memory.

The same time as Liu Wude waited for the first sentence, Qiao Yue waited for a long time, and seeing that he didn't answer, she took a step forward and walked in the snow and said, "I want to go to the capital tomorrow..."

Liu Wude thought for a while and replied: "You are free, you don't need to ask me, just be casual!" ”

"Hmm..."

Qiao Yue snorted lightly, in general, Liu Wude was not bad to himself. At least, it's much better than the Ye family in Ningzhou.

"It's a little cold," she said. Tomorrow, let someone make some fresh mushroom and shrimp porridge and send it over to warm your stomach. Go out again, lest the weather chill your heart! ”

"Chilled?"

Liu Wude chuckled: "You always like to say some nerve-wracking sentences, I'm afraid it's a little difficult to buy fresh mushrooms this season!" ”

Qiao Yue followed the path she walked in just now, Shi Shiran walked back, Liu Wude moved his cloth boots lightly and walked beside her, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly said again: "It's been four months, and today I received a letter from the team that went out. What you said is true, from Fuzhou to the sea, across the vast sea, there is really a big island opposite, the island is very large, the land is very fertile, you said that there is a natural granary, I finally believe it now.

They say that the climate is still very good and that the field is full of wildflowers at this time. It's so beautiful that I want to go and see it..."

Liu Wude said excitedly for a long time, it was a map that Qiao Yue woke up four months ago and copied from the black stone, so Liu Wude went to sea with the team.

Each has his own mind. The two of them were not as friendly as they seemed on the surface, so Qiao Yue didn't care what Liu Wude wanted from her.

She told him that the ground was round, but he didn't believe it. So he asked her for a map and asked someone to see it for himself. Unfortunately, his men were useless. It took four months of walking to discover the first island overseas.

Qiao Yue walked very slowly, Liu Wude kept talking in her ear about the news from the people who went out, and every little thing had to be kept being talked about by him for a long time.

Of course, Qiao Yue didn't listen to what he said, but carefully counted how many steps it would take to walk from here to the opposite palace gate, or how many snowflakes had fallen from front of her eyes.

Suddenly, Liu Wude's voice stopped in his ears, Qiao Yue was a little surprised, turned her head to look at him, and said, "What kind of person is the mighty Marquis Feng Chun?" The palace seemed to be very taboo to hear his name, and I asked Xing Yong and Wei Zheng, and they didn't tell me. ”

Liu Wude also seemed to automatically ignore Qiao Yue's question, he stared at her very seriously, and asked, "You said that there are really no immortals in this world?" ”

Qiao Yue nodded subconsciously.

Immortal! She had in her mind the weirdo she had met three years earlier at the foot of Beacon Hill!

If you want to say that he is a god, he must be an immortal, otherwise why would he casually throw a black stone to himself, it is so magical.

She said, "Yes! There really is! ”

Not lying, but answering very seriously.

In fact, Liu Wude takes the trouble to ask this question every day, and his mood will always be much better after getting Qiao Yue's affirmative answer.

Because there is, there is hope for him, and everything he does is worth it.

He said, "I asked Feng Chun before you, but he told me no! ”

The topic is so tireless every time, back and forth, and it always goes around Feng Chun again.

Qiao Yue replied: "Maybe he didn't touch it, but I did, and I told you every day." ”

Liu Wude's wrinkled eyes were a little excited, and he said, "Then tell me again, how can I find him again?"

I have something very important to ask him for. ”

…

…

The boring dialogue is always so boring, except for the immortal who is Feng Chun, no one feels annoyed going around.

In the middle of the night, the eunuch who was in charge of the lamp came over and asked, "Your Majesty, which noble person is favored tonight?" ”

Yes! He asked who was other than Qiao Yue, and Qiao Yue was not included in these.

Eunuchs are not a job that everyone can do, and the one four months ago seems to have been beheaded.

The reason is very simple, because he came to ask if the emperor wants to stay in the palace tonight.

So, his head is gone.

The reason is very simple, because Liu Wude used me when he talked to Qiao Yue, no matter what, this can be regarded as raising Qiao Yue to an equal position with him.

Qiao Yue didn't care where he would spend the night tonight, so after Liu Wude left, she asked Xiaozhu to bring a chair and put it at the door, and she began to sit at the door again and watch the snow.

Looking at the snow?

Of course, it's actually the heart that looks at it, because there are so many memories in the snow.

I don't know when, the needle and thread appeared in her hand again, because she remembered that when she looked at the snow, she should not be looking at the snow, but should be doing embroidery while waiting for someone to come back.

Of course, the snowy night here is the same as in Qizhou, and the people who have to wait will definitely not appear.

The palace was cold with tall beams and columns, and the protruding eaves blocked too much view.

Therefore, Qiao Yue moved the stool under the eaves, so that she could catch the snowflakes by stretching out her hand.

The snow does not illuminate the courtyard, and the high wall opposite is not a rusty wood door, so it is all in vain, just in exchange for a rare peace of mind.

Four months have passed, and Liu Xiang has not come to see her at all, which makes Qiao Yue's heart more or less lost.

Not much expectation, just hoping that someone to talk to would appear in front of her.

Wait for others!

Like Qizhou back then, Qiao Yue was still looking at the arch in the distance expectantly, waiting for someone, she was waiting for a lot of people.

Can the palace stop Uncle Jiang? Why didn't he come to see him.

Didn't Geng Huyuan say that the eldest brother would come to the capital? Why didn't he come?

By the way, there is also the Dade who pretended to be very cold, and the Dade who was grateful to Dade was in too much hurry that day, but he forgot to ask him why he turned around to help him in the end.

By the way, there is another very important thing, the gecko tail that Bai Changlintuo found for him has been found, why don't you see him send someone to pick it up!

……

The result is the same as back then, it's not that the people who have to wait don't come, but they can't come if they want to, don't look at this seemingly peaceful Jardine Palace, it is surrounded by palace masters at any time, and of course, there are also legendary black secret guards.

So, it's definitely not a good place to get into.

The snow in the night sky is getting heavier and heavier, and after the shyness at the beginning, taking advantage of the night, it finally began to become violent, just like a woman who has been widowed for many years, and the cuteness when she steals the forbidden fruit again, there is always a shy and violent ** between half pushing and half pushing.

Lao Jun was white at night, white green tiles, and dyed the dead forest, but he couldn't stop a healthy horse from galloping to the east of the capital to Ciyun Mountain in the east of the snow.

Somehow, Feng Chun has been spending less and less time in the cemetery in the back mountain recently, and he has been dreaming a lot lately.

In my dreams, I always saw a young face wearing a rag jacket because of the wind and rain every day, it looked a little sallow and cracked, and the outline with soft lines looked extremely dull because of the abscess on a thumb on his head.

The departure was also very messy, but it was obvious that she had made a great effort, except for those eyes, there was still some brightness, and every place showed how miserable she was.

In her dreams, this girl always called him crisply: "Dad, when do you come to see your daughter, your daughter will go to the city tomorrow to cut meat, put on a jar of good wine, and cook a table of good dishes for Dad...

Dad, the house was burned, my daughter repaired it all night last night, but it hasn't been repaired yet, you'd better not come over these days, I'm afraid I don't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and I'll snub you...

Dad, yesterday I helped Aunt Wang make pot tofu, you see, this is the salary, my daughter saved it for you, and I went back to make a good dress for you...

Dad, you see this is the silk embroidered by the daughter, the embroidered mandarin duck playing in the water, you take it to find the mother back, Aunt Wang said that the things embroidered by the daughter are very good, you take it to the mother, get her back..."

(Note: The scholar I met on the big boat in Shunjiang was Jiang Sheng, I remember that it seemed to be written as Du Mingyuan, I'm sorry, I'm corrected here!) (To be continued......)