The hour was almost up, and the feast began.

The dishes had already been prepared, and under Fan Miaoshu's command, all kinds of dishes suddenly came up one after another. During the banquet, there are singing and dancing girls, the flute is long, the chimes are dingdong, there are good wine and good dishes to accompany each other, and the ladies and ladies are talking and laughing with each other, and for a while, the atmosphere of the banquet is lively.

Mingyun sat on the seat, many sisters and sisters competed to catch up, Mingyun was bored in his heart, in order to save everyone's face, he only smiled lightly, and eating and drinking were completely tasteless. Finally, everyone ate about the same, the wine and food were withdrawn from the table, and someone suggested that everyone throw the pot together.

Mingyun was preoccupied today, and he drew a feather arrow with a yellow tail in a lack of interest. She looked around and saw that the people who were the same color as her were all with raw faces, and they were all smiling brightly at her. Mingyun turned her head and saw Fan Siling, who was holding a red-tailed feather arrow in her hand and smiling at her with her lips pursed.

"Do you like pitching pots too?" Mingyun asked her.

"Not very good." Fan Siling said.

Mingyun looked at her, and then casually threw it in the direction of the bottle, "bang", and hit the mouth of the bottle.

"It's boring." Saying that, she stuffed her feather arrow into Fan Siling's hand and said, "Cousin, have fun tonight." ”

After a while, taking advantage of the warm atmosphere in the house, she took the opportunity to take the cloak and took Ah Wei out of the house secretly, the house was too stuffy, she wanted to go out to breathe.

The snow was boiling all day, and the whole world was pure white, the earth was white, the pines and cypresses in the woods were white, and the red plum trees under the porch were also white. In the dark of night, all the lights in the courtyard were lit, and these fires jumped and swayed with the winter wind.

On the corridor outside the hall, a row of red palace lamps hung on the top, and along with the winding covered bridge, the red firelight extended into the distance. Mingyun walked to the fence, looked up at the fiery red palace lamp, and seemed to be able to see the blazing tongue of fire inside, which was so vigorous that it seemed to swallow everything.

Wiping the snow from the wooden railing with her hands, propping up her body with one hand, and sitting on the fence with a neat jump, facing the night and snow, keeping out the bustle and noise of a room, it is innocence and joy that does not belong to her.

"You're pretty good." Ziji walked out of nowhere, and the night and lights cast a silhouette on his handsome face, flickering vaguely, and the person seemed to be a puzzle.

Mingyun turned her back to him and didn't look back, she looked up at the night sky, and under the halo, she could clearly see the big snowflakes flying densely. Mingyun said: "My father taught me, and he said that daughters should not always be bored in the house, which is strange and boring, so he will often take me to horseback riding, archery, driving, and hunting." ”

Ziji also jumped over and sat on the fence and sighed leisurely.

On a cold winter day, every breath you exhale, a touch of white air will be released in the air. Mingyun used his hand to catch the snowflake falling from the air, and watched it melt in the palm of his hand, his eyes were a little distracted.

"Horseback riding and archery are wanton things, but why do you have such a sad expression when you say it, with such a good father, you should be happy to talk to others." Ziji also followed Mingyun to look at the night sky, tonight's night sky was pitch black, and not a single star was shining.

A little tears welled up in Mingyun's eyes, but she endured it, tilting her head to prevent the tears from falling. It is precisely because of good that she feels extremely sad, but there are some things that she can't say to others, between father and mother, who should she choose, this is the biggest problem in the world.

Ziji jumped down from the railing, jumped into the deep snow, and in front of Mingyun, he made a snowball on the ground and put it in Mingyun's raised hand.

Mingyun felt the ice intent in his hand, lowered his head to look, and the tears that had been stored in his eyes were suddenly confiscated and dripped down.

"Jun, you seem to like crying a lot?" Ziji asked.

Mingyun quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and said, "No, you read it wrong." ”

Ziji saw that Mingyun was in tears, and he was at a loss for a while.

"Don't cry." Ziji said softly.

Mingyun covered his eyes, but tears flowed down the gap between his palms.

Ziji saw that Mingyun was crying, and his heart was also sour, he couldn't help but want to reach out and wipe away her tears, but his hand stretched out, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"Don't cry." He was annoyed that he could only spit out such a dry conversation at this moment. The scene in front of him reminded him of an embarrassment for many years. He can't remember exactly what happened a few years ago, but he only remembers that during a palace banquet, he also met a little girl who was crying but refused to admit it. Ziji stood in the winter wind, vaguely feeling that the figures of the two girls crying overlapped in her memory.

He couldn't help but mutter: "Perhaps, you have heard a song "Zai Si" in the snow. ”

Mingyun lowered his arm, and most of his sleeves were already wet. "What did you say?" She asked. She faintly heard two familiar words.

Ziji's mouth moved slightly, and he slowly sang: "The bright spring sun, the mulberry in the lush forest." Qingxi duckweed is green, and the love is red. The hairpin is to fix my hair, and the hairpin is to fix my feelings——"

Ziji didn't finish singing, Mingyun picked it up, and sang in a low and shallow tone in a non-standard Handan minor: "The war at the border has begun, and the war drums are beating. Ding Zhuang was included in the book, and the horn was frequently urged. Half of the hairpins are folded, and the thoughts are passed on to each other. ”

After Mingyun finished chanting softly, he raised his eyes to look at Ziji. Ziji also looked at her in a daze at this time, and was silent for a long time, and finally Mingyun opened his mouth first. She held out the snowball in her hand and asked him, "Did you give it to me?" ”

Ziji looked at her and said, "It's me." ”

Mingyun asked, "Does the little gentleman like red?" ”

Ziji replied: "The red color is bright, I like it very much." ”

Mingyun's eyes were still stained with tears, but the corners of her mouth were raised without a trace, she lowered her head and asked, "Then you coax me again, okay?" ”

"Okay." Ziji responded.

"You know, I'm headstrong, and I don't want to listen to tunes this time." Mingyun lowered his head and said.

"And what do you want me to do?" Ziji also asked in a low voice.

"Be refreshed, I think, watch you dance the sword." Mingyun raised his eyes and said.

"But I didn't bring a sword." Ziji Road.

Mingyun only looked at Ziji and didn't speak, so Ziji leaned closer and folded a piece of plum branch, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have it, I'll replace the sword with plum branches." ”

Ziji is good at swords, and he is as fast as lightning when he dances. No matter what he held in his hand, even if it was just a branch, in this instant, it briefly turned into a sword.

Mingyun sat on the wooden railing with her legs hanging down, she saw that in the plum forest, Ziji's slender and sassy figure held plum branches, using plum as a sword, under the night and lights, stepping on the snow piled up to the calf, in the cold wind and heavy snow, the momentum of the wind turned, the move was as fast as lightning, the snow under his feet was swept and flying, swept up by the winter wind, dancing around him.

Mingyun looked at the scene in front of him and recalled that he had heard a strange story. In the story, there is a passer-by who is lost in the dark night in the mountain forest, and just when he does not know where to go, a fireball suddenly condenses in the sky. The fireball seemed to have a spirit, and it led the passerby all the way, helping him through the obstacles.

At this time, Mingyun felt that he was the lost passerby, and the young man in front of him was like a fireball that appeared out of thin air, dazzling and warm.

At the end of Ziji's dance, he bent his two fingers into a circle and put them to his mouth, and blew a whistle into the air. With the sound of an eagle, a spirited eagle flew out of the forest, and one swooped down and landed on Ziji's arm.

"You should remember it." Ziji Road.

"I remember, it's called Li Yu." Mingyun jumped out of the fence onto the snow and tentatively reached out to touch it. Perhaps the young eagle remembered that she had fed it, and now meekly bent its head to touch it.

"Come, raise your arms, like me." Ziji laughed.

Mingyun wiped away her tears, did so, and raised her arm. I saw Ziji make a gesture towards Li Yu, shook his arm, Li Yu spread his wings and flew out, and then fell directly on his arm, chirping a few times.

Mingyun's eyes lit up, she didn't dare to move her arm, but one foot was a little bit in the snow, obviously a little excited.

"This little guy likes to follow you." Ziji Road.

"Really? Actually, I think I'm very close to it. Mingyun smiled at Ziji. The white snow reflected the crystal moonlight, and a row of red lanterns hung on the porch, and the hazy light hit her face, making her facial features look more and more recognizable.

Ziji's heartbeat was a few times faster, and with her words, she nodded her head, clenched her fist and covered her mouth, and replied: "The eagle is spiritual, if you like it, it will naturally be able to perceive it." ”

"Since you like it, you might as well let it follow you." Ziji said suddenly.

Mingyun didn't expect Ziji to say this, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "What? Let it follow me? ”

Ziji nodded with a smile and said, "If you don't dislike it." ”

"How can you dislike it, it's just ......."

"Then let it follow you, and in the future it can be used to hunt prey, pass on letters, and so on." As he spoke, Ziji took out a few ringing arrows from his arms and said: "Usually Li Yu usually hides in a lush forest, sometimes it is far away, and the whistle is small, so it can't hear it. If there is an emergency, and you call it and it doesn't appear, you take out this whistle, and its voice is so sharp that you can hear it for miles. ”

Outside the house, Chang Fei drove a carriage on the road of Xinjiangcheng, and the ruts of the carriage pressed deep marks on the ground. In the wind and snow, he was only wearing a navy blue power suit that was not too thick, and his hands carrying the reins were red from the cold, and his cheeks and ears were also red from the cold, but he still drove the carriage with all his might. They did not go back to the house, but to their base camp, a small village on the mountainside on the outskirts of the city.

Fang Wei sat in the car, huddled together, his face was pale, and his lips were pale. She was covered with a wide dark brown robe that Chang Fei had taken off to cover her. Her head was resting on the wall of the car, her eyes closed, and the scene of meeting Mu Ge today flashed in her mind.

She had long known that Mu Ge was abolished, crazy, and stupid. But every time she saw him, her heart was like a knife. She took out the green jade ring hanging around her neck and put it on her heart, tightly, tightly.

If it weren't for saving her, if it wasn't for saving her, how could Mu Ge become like this. Every time she closes her eyes, she will think of that Mu Ge back then, the Mu Ge who taught her to read, write, and practice martial arts meticulously and patiently.

When I saw him in the courtyard of the cottage this morning, he was standing in front of the window, with his back to her, his black hair well tied, with a black hairpin inserted, and he was playing a minor tune on a bamboo flute, which she had heard countless times. For a moment, she thought it was still the same Mu Ge she used to be.

But when he turned around, that silly, childish smile made her fall back to reality.

Now he's just a ridiculous bargaining chip. But in order to make his life a little better, a little better, she is willing to do her last bit of strength, even if it is death, she is willing.

"Driving-" Chang Fei was outside the car, waving his horsewhip, the cold wind blew his face like a knife, and he said to the car: "Ah Wei, it's almost here, it's wind and snow today, let's go back quickly." You've covered your clothes tightly, and you're too weak to be cold. ”

Fang Wei didn't answer for a long time, she held the green jade ring tightly, curled up and lay down, hammered the bottom of the carriage hard, and cried bitterly in a low voice.