Fan Miao's Mansion

In the dilapidated firewood house, the morning light casts beams of light from the window bar, and the dust floats in the air, and one grain after another is clearly visible.

On the dry grass pile in the firewood room, there was a woman with a disheveled head, wet from top to bottom, and her wet and heavy clothes were tightly clinging to her body, forming a thin layer of ice slag in the cold weather. There was a large blood stain under her body, and her mouth kept whimpering, and she was not very conscious.

Chen Guang pushed the door in, and pinched a palm-sized meatloaf in his hand, which was still steaming. He crouched down in front of Suicao and looked at her blankly for a moment. He couldn't help but laugh when he looked at this clever man who was usually full of bad words.

"Isn't your mouth quite strong? Why do you only hum now? Chen Guang said in a low voice.

"It's you, it's you." The sound of spike grass is almost inaudible. She kept repeating these two words, her emotions became more and more excited, she gasped and looked at Chen Guang with resentment, her voice gradually became louder, and said, "You hurt me!" ”

"Why do you blame me for the iniquity you have done? You know what Madame hates the most. You used to scold one by one, why are you proud of your turn? "Tatsuhiro said.

"Bastard! Dog mongrel! Suicao gritted his teeth weakly and scolded.

Chen Guang stuffed the hot meatloaf in his hand into Suicao's mouth, stuffed it hard, and said while stuffing: "You can still say this when you die." ”

"Hmm! Not! Suicao kept struggling, and she felt suffocated.

After Chen Guang stuffed all the meatloaf into Suicao's mouth, he didn't let go, moved up, and covered her mouth and nose, and at this moment, he was laughing, laughing heartily.

The days of marriage are long but short, and in the early morning of the day of departure, Fan Siling was forced by a group of grandmothers to dress up in front of the dressing table. Her expression was a little numb, and she listened to these countless auspicious and pleasing words in her ears, and she was not half happy, but felt that the sarcasm was extremely noisy.

At the selected auspicious time, Fan Siling stood in the wind and snow in a fiery red wedding dress, with a gorgeous and cold carriage behind her, and the high-headed horse in jujube red was snorting, as if waiting to leave at any time. In the face of the send-off of relatives and friends and the reluctant tears of her mother, Fan Siling's tears rolled down like beads that had fallen off the thread, at this moment, she couldn't help but be wronged, and cried loudly in front of everyone, through a layer of thin veil. She has been taught etiquette since she was a child, and she has never lost her manners in front of people, but at this time she has left all her baggage, and it doesn't matter what manners and rules she has. She is about to leave her hometown and marry a strange man, the road ahead is unknown, the back road has been broken, she is a precious jade chess piece held in the hands of the chess player, and she can't help herself, so she can only go down to the chessboard of Quwo by the minds of others.

Fan Siling cried louder and louder, crying hoarsely. The howling winter wind seemed to understand the sorrow in her heart, and roared more and more.

In this bleak winter, the entire Jin Kingdom was shrouded in ice and snow. On the official road outside Xinjiang City, a magnificent convoy is driving. The convoy was stretched very long in front of it, with four armored cavalry in front of it opening the way, the first two carrying a large flag painted with the Fan clan emblem, followed by six servants and maids on foot, followed by four gorgeous and spacious vermilion lacquer carriages and three ordinary green canopy carriages, with golden bells hanging on both sides of the top corner of the vermilion carriage, which made a crisp and pleasant sound with the shaking of the body. On both sides of each car, there were two maidservants on the left and right, walking one after the other. Around the carriage were all slaves and maids with some status, and more subordinates could only follow at the end of the convoy, in a row of three, until the distance. And at the outermost level of the entire convoy were the armored guards, each of whom rode horses, with long knives at their waists, and their postures were vigorous and murderous, and they did not look like ordinary soldiers in terms of momentum alone.

The convoy passed a boundary marker.

Next to the carriage at the front, Xia Ti drove a horse, slowly moving with the speed of the carriage. He said loudly to the people in the car: "Look at the monument, we have reached the eternal realm, and after a few days' walk, we will reach Quwo." ”

As he spoke, a small slit was opened in the curtain. From Xia Xiang's point of view, he could only see Fan Miaoshu's eyebrows and half of the red lips like distant mountains and rivers, and the rest were shrouded in the shadow of the car curtain. She bent her eyebrows towards Xia Qian, hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled silently. This smile is like a pebble like water, rippling round after round in Xia Zhang's heart.

Xia Qian pulled the reins of the horse with one hand, faked a cough, turned his head slightly, and laughed on the horse, the winter sun sprinkled on him, casting a trace of warmth on this iron-blooded general who had fought on the battlefield.

"You can go a little slower." Fan Miaoshu pulled up the curtain and smiled with him.

"There are many dreams at night, and I don't want to delay for a moment." Xia Qian turned his head, smiled and frowned.

Fan Miaoshu was obviously in a good mood at this time, she was still smiling, threw out a bulging bag from the car window to Xia Qian's arms, and said: "You are dressed, even if you don't feel cold, you have to put it on, otherwise I will look cold in my heart." "Inside that baggage is a black fox fur.

Xia Qian smiled knowingly, and without delay, he immediately draped the fox fur on his body. He was already powerful and strong, with deep facial features, and as soon as this fox fur was put on his body, he immediately became a little more noble, and he looked more and more majestic.

The convoy continued to move on the ice and snow, and in the carriage behind, Fan Siling's face was not very good, and she leaned weakly on the wall of the carriage. She had never been in a carriage for so long before, and the road was inevitably bumpy, and her brain was now dizzy, and her stomach was very sick and nauseous.

"Miss, bear with me, just wait until you get to the post station." Aunt Cui gave Fan Siling a back and said worriedly.

Fan Siling felt nauseous in her stomach, she didn't want to speak at all, and waved her hand weakly.

The road was actually quite smooth, but it was inevitable that there would be some stones and clods, but for Fan Siling, the bumps of the wheels on every stone could kill her. In order to get to the inn early, Xia decided to speed up the car, and the coachmen who drove the horses waved their whips one after another.

When passing by a curve, with the swing of the carriage, Fan Siling finally couldn't help it, her stomach churned violently up and down, and she was about to vomit. She covered her mouth and pounded on the wall of the car urgently.

"Parking! Stop the car! Stop it! Cui Gu pushed open the carriage door and shouted loudly outside.

"What's wrong?" Fan Miaoshu frowned and looked back.

"I'll take a look." Xia Qian said.

Mingyun also lifted the curtain and looked back, and Ah Wei was still sitting in her car. On the left side of the car, Ah Wei and Fan Ying followed back and forth.

"Do you want to go out and have a look?" Ah Wei and Mingjun asked.

Mingyun glanced out, frowned, and said, "It's Cousin Siling, I'll go and see it myself." With that, he jumped out of the car. Ah Wei hurriedly followed.

There were no trees on the roadside in the suburbs, only a patch of dead grass hidden under the snow and ice. Fan Siling held her knees with one hand and covered her chest with the other, and vomited on the side of the road, but she couldn't vomit in the end, but she was still retching, and even tears were forced out. Cui Gu patted her on the back behind her and looked at her worriedly.

Xia Qian dismounted and walked over, frowning, looking at Fan Siling's appearance, he was afraid that there would be a lot of delay on the road, and he originally planned to arrive at the post station before sunset to rest.

Fan Siling passed for a while and straightened up, but her brain was a little dizzy, and she stumbled backwards, fortunately she was supported by Aunt Cui, otherwise she would definitely fall.

"Cousin Siling, are you okay?" Because he was in a hurry, Mingyun was wearing a convenient Hu suit, purple and blue, embroidered with a unicorn wearing cloud patterns, his hair was tied up high, and he looked like a boy from a distance. Mingyun naturally saw Xia Qian standing on the side, but she didn't seem to see it, neither polite nor shouting.

Fan Siling shook her head weakly, the tears she had just forced out were still in her eyes, and she looked even embarrassed and pitiful.

Mingyun took out a water bladder from the side of a horse's saddle, handed it to Fan Siling, and said, "It's water inside, I touched it, and it's a little warm." ”

Fan Siling took the water bladder made of cowhide, the water in it was indeed warm, in the cold north wind, it felt a little warm, and she couldn't help but be a little moved, her eyes were red, and she said, "Thank you." ”

Mingyun said: "Let's go to a windless place and sit." ”

Fan Siling fainted when she saw the head of the carriage, but it was more comfortable to blow the wind, Mingyun helped Fan Siling to sit down next to a big tree, and ordered someone to take out his thick cloak and put it on Fan Siling.

"Still no response?"

Mingyun froze slightly when he heard this, and said, "You are uncomfortable like this, and you still remember it." ”

Fan Siling said in a low voice: "The body is uncomfortable, and the heart is even more uncomfortable." If he doesn't want to, he should reply to me with a letter to make me die. ”

Mingyun didn't know what to say for a while, and she couldn't say comforting words, because no matter what she said, it would be useless, and it would be a little unbearable to deceive her. Mingyun looked at Fan Siling, he was speechless for a while, and his heart was also sullen, he grabbed a small pebble on the ground with his hand and threw it hard.

In view of Fan Siling's physical discomfort, Xia Qian could only rest in place for an hour.

Fan Siling was depressed, and her body felt tired, so she wrapped her fox fur and leaned against the trunk of a dead tree with her eyes closed.

Not long after, a man dressed as a soldier walked up to the two of them, dragging a packet of medicine in his hand. Mingyun raised his eyes when he heard the footsteps, but when he saw this person, Mingyun's eyes suddenly widened.

The man winked at her, and Mingyun bit her lip and blinked knowingly.

Then, the man walked close and knelt down, and said to Fan Siling in a deep voice: "The little one has seen the noble girl." ”

Fan Siling had her eyes closed, and when she heard the voice, she was suddenly startled and opened her eyes.