In the winter of the fourth year of the Common Era, the war between the southern kingdom and the Xiling kingdom added a few coldness and depression to the winter in Yizhou City.

After a month-long defense of the city, corpses were scattered all over the city of Yizhou, and the sound of mourning was everywhere.

The people in Yizhou City were even more panicked, and in less than half a month, the people in Yizhou City fled with their families, far away from Yizhou, a place of right and wrong, and the soldiers who were left to defend the city in the end also followed their general Murong He with a mortal mentality.

However, just as the city of Yizhou was dying, the good news of the armistice finally came from the imperial capital.

On that day, the joy that had long been lost in Yizhou City sounded again.

The people wept, and the soldiers defending the city danced.

No one has ever thought about why there will be a truce, but there is a rumor that is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood: Nanguo and Xiling are married, and the king of Xiling will set up a side concubine.

"It's windy here, Queen, you better go back" The palace man Qiao'er trembled and reminded the woman in front of her that her eyes were staring in the distance, and her heart had already lost her mind, lowered her eyes, pouted, and a few wisps of suspicion flashed in her eyes, thinking: The wind in this city tower is strong, and it was good to stroll on the promenade in the palace, but she just couldn't understand why she wanted to come to this city tower to blow the cold wind.

Whispering softly, Nangong Luojing listened to this trill, and suddenly turned his head to look at the palace people behind him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his thoughts turned around, only to remember that Yan'er was sick and had been arranged to rest in the palace by himself, and the maid in front of him was specially selected and placed by Yan'er beside him.

Seeing that Qiao'er hung her head a little embarrassed by herself, Nangong Luojing moved her eyes, brushed her somewhat messy hair that was blown by the wind, stretched out her hand and pointed to the distance, and said, "Is Weiguo in that direction?"

Qiao'er looked in the direction of the finger and shook her head with a slight hesitation.

Seeing her shake her head, Nangong Luojing hooked her lips, and there was a faint invisible smile on her lips, mocking her own excessive actions, knowing that she would not get an answer, but she still asked, hoping that someone would answer her and tell her that that direction was where she came

"Queen, are you homesick" Qiao'er glanced at the beauty in front of her, just when the wind suddenly rose, the wind lifted the woman's clothes and floated in the air, and the silver hair that fell down her shoulders danced wildly in the wind.

Facing the oncoming wind, Nangong Luo Jing gathered the clothes on his body and looked into the distance thoughtfully.

Homesick, is she homesick, in addition to her father in the palace of the country, what else does she have to remember

For her, who marries away from another country, Xiling is home in the true sense

Here is the person she misses, and the person she cares about, and she has the responsibility to protect everything about him

The wind blew her gorgeous clothes fluttering, hunting sounded, and suddenly, a white gauze in the sleeve was blown out of the sleeve.

Qiao'er was busy leaning over to pick it up, but was stopped by Nangong Luojing.

Nangong Luojing stared at the white yarn and rose and fell in the wind, and remembered the person who had picked up the handkerchief for her.

Half squatted down, reached out to pick up the white yarn that was hanging to the ground by the wind, and asked, "Do you know where Yizhou is?"

"Hmm" Qiao'er, who was standing in front of the woman, was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look, and then raised her eyebrows and said: "Qiao'er knows, it's there" raised her hand and pointed to the south, the smile on her face became brighter: "It's good, the truce is over, and the people of Yizhou can live a good life"

Nangong Luojing squinted, looked at the direction pointed by the finger, smiled faintly, a few wisps of light sarcasm rippled on his lips, the brilliance between his eyes suddenly dimmed a little, and he put the white gauze into his sleeve and said nothing.

"Qiao'er heard that the top of the snow-capped mountains in Yizhou is a vast realm, and there is a very beautiful legend" The look between the woman's eyebrows suddenly became a little more vivid.

"Legend" Nangong Luo Jing stared at Qiao'er in front of him with great interest, and asked faintly: "What legend?"

"It is said that there is a flower called snowflake on the top of the snow-capped mountain, and it is a rare flower in the world," the woman said, as if she was showing off her treasure.

Xuehua Nangong Luo Jing said secretly, the conversation with Feng Yichen that day came to his mind, and the bitterness in his heart spread inadvertently, and he mocked a few times, and then listened to the woman talk about the legend she had heard with high spirits.

"According to legend, there was a woman in Yizhou City who fell in love with a snow fox on the snow mountain, and she wanted to get close to the snow fox"

The wind blew in her face, and the woman's cheerful voice fell on Nangong Luo Jing's ears, she reached out and pulled the clothes on her body, with the same faint smile on her face, the legend is just a kind of story with a bit of poignancy.

It was not so much that she was listening to her, but that she was feeling a bit of innocence emanating from her, a bit of wanton that could no longer be found in her.

She was very envious of the palace person in front of her, her life should be simple and happy. Although she is now as trapped in a golden birdcage and has no freedom, she can still laugh and laugh freely.

Even if she is clothed and fed, her happiness is no match for the happiness shown under the smile, so real, so real

"Please forgive the queen, the slave and maid have overstepped the rules" There was a sudden increase in tension on Huan's face, and Xu is face was expressionless when he saw Nangong Luojing.

"It's okay, you can tell more interesting things" Nangong Luojing looked into the distance, turned around and walked towards the road he came.

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Qiao'er's face was even more than before, as if she hadn't met a person who was willing to listen to her for a long time, accompanied Nangong Luojing all the way, all the way.

Her laughter grew louder when she spoke of exaltation, and her crisp voice echoed in the palace, which was as empty as an empty city.

And Nangong Luojing's face always had that expression that was so light that it couldn't be called a smile.

"Does the queen know, there is also a very beautiful legend in the palace" The crisp voice fell, and Nangong Luo Jing smiled disapprovingly.

"I heard that as long as you write down the number of steps you take from this corridor to the place you want to go, if it is a pair, you can meet the person you want at the end of the road."

As long as you remember the number of steps you took, if it was a pair, you could see the person in your heart Nangong Luo Jing muttering to himself the words he had just heard, and a few wisps of disbelief flashed in his eyes.