Early in the morning, people who got up early found that it had snowed heavily last night, and the streets that had been clean were covered with thick snow. When a person stepped on it, the snow was heavy enough to reach his knees.

According to the elderly, it has not snowed so much in this capital for more than ten years. The last time it snowed so heavily was fifteen years ago, when the great hero General Nangong was martyred.

"Mother, are they telling the truth?"

At this time, on a street in the city, there was a low-key and simple carriage struggling to move through the snow.

In the carriage, a girl wearing a blue cotton coat, who was not too young, but had a faint look of a city between her eyebrows and eyes, asked curiously.

"Ahem, ahem...... It's true. ”

Lifted the curtain and looked out, the biting cold wind relentlessly slapped Yan Lingge's cheeks, that kind of cold, straight to the bones.

"Mother, you're not well, close the window quickly. ”

Hearing Yan Lingge's cough, the girl hurriedly draped a big coat on Yan Lingge's body, and then reached out to close the window.

"On such a cold day, why do you have to go yourself......"

"Pan'er!"

scolded sharply, and after seeing the grievances on Pan'er's face, Yan Lingge finally eased his expression, then touched her hair and said, "Ahem...... Pan'er, you remember, whether it is you or me, as long as you can walk, every winter, you must personally go to pay tribute to your father. ”

"I know my mother. ”

Although she was a little aggrieved, Pan'er also knew that she had said the wrong thing just now, so she poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Yan Ling's singer, and said coquettishly: "Mother, can I ...... today?" Why don't you go to the Anping Marquis Mansion?"

"Why...... Ahem...... Why don't you want to go?"

Looking puzzled, Pan'er seemed to have something unspeakable, Yan Lingge asked: "Your Uncle Runzhu's knowledge is well-deserved first in this capital, and you have been wronged by letting you read and learn calligraphy with him?"

"Not really. ”

As soon as she said this, Pan'er's face showed a trace of helplessness and annoyance. She lowered her head and muttered, "It's not that Xie Lingyi, it's obviously a little kid, but he pesters me every day, and I'm annoyed to death." ”

"Ling Yi?"

Xie Lingyi in Pan'er's mouth is only thirteen years old this year, and he is the son of Xie Yanfeng and Wei Yinque. But in Yan Lingge's impression, that child didn't have Xie Yanfeng's hanger at all, but had a bit of Xie Runzhu's temperament.

"yes, that's him. ”

Pouting and frowning, Pan'er said distressedly: "Then Xie Lingyi doesn't know what is crazy, there are always people who come to me for nothing during this time." ”

"Huh. ”

Although it was true that he hadn't seen Xie Lingyi for a while, hearing Pan'er say this, Yan Lingge guessed something somewhat.

"Pan'er, ahem...... Ling Yi, is that kid right to you?"

"Oh, mother!"

Yan Lingge hadn't finished speaking, but Pan'er had already understood what she meant. So she couldn't help but feel that her cheeks instantly became hot.

"Mother, what are you talking nonsense? Then Xie Lingyi is not as tall as me!

"Oh, you!"

Poked Pan'er's forehead with his finger, Yan Lingge said: "At your age, it is indeed time to settle on someone, but since your father and his ...... The people with status in the capital have long looked down on us, and I don't want to wronged you, but fortunately, Xie Houye's family is still the same to us, I think Ling Yi's kid is very good, although he is two years younger than you, but it's not a big problem, if you ...... him"

"Mother, you say it again...... I'll be angry if you say anything more!"

Listening to Yan Lingge's words didn't seem like he was joking, Pan'er was even more anxious.

"I'm only fifteen! besides...... Moreover...... And I don't like him!"

"Oh, ahem, ahem...... Ahem...... Then you...... But there's someone you like?"

"Oops, no!"

kept her head down and didn't dare to look at Yan Lingge, Pan'er muttered in a low voice.

"Although not now, the person I like must be a big hero, like ...... A big hero like Daddy!"

"Big hero?"

Listening to Pan'er's words, Yan Lingge suddenly didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. After a pause, she rubbed Pan'er's hair and said in a deep voice: "Pan'er, remember, never, never like a big hero." ”

"Why?"

Feeling Yan Lingge's abnormality, Pan'er leaned on her arms and said, "How powerful and majestic the big hero is! Mother, wasn't Dad a big hero back then?"

"Yes, the big hero is very powerful, he has great achievements and is admired, but he is ......"

"But what?"

"But those big heroes can never be your heroes alone. ”

"Mother's ......"

Although she didn't know which of her words was wrong, Pan'er understood that she must have said the wrong thing again, otherwise, her mother would not suddenly become sad.

Mother, she should think of her father, right?

Guessing in her heart, Pan'er quietly leaned into Yan Lingge's arms and stopped talking.

Instantly, only the "creaking" sound of the wheels pressing on the snow could be heard in the car.

......

......

......

"Yueyue, look, Pan'er is already so old, and Ge'er is also taken care of by the Xie family, safe and sound, can you rest assured?"

In the fairy world, in the Tianji Palace, Weishu looked at the mother and daughter snuggled together in the Qiankun Mirror, and said to Nangong Qiyue, whose eyes were red.

"Hmm. ”

Looking at Yan Lingge's familiar face in the mirror, looking at the familiar face but no longer having his familiar smile, Nangong Qiyue's heart was bitter.

If it weren't for herself, Ge'er would definitely not be so sad and sad.

"Okay Yueyue, don't be sad anymore. ”

Looking at Nangong Qiyue's painful and sad appearance, Weishu patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Don't forget, she is not a real singer. ”

"I know. ”

"It's good to know. ”

Even though he hesitated, Weishu still couldn't hold back, and said: "On the day when Qu Luoshang went to make amends to Ge'er and 'kill herself by the sword', Ge'er was too sad to die, why did you have to ask Taishang Laojun's elixir to save her? Otherwise, didn't you get Ge'er's second ghost a long time ago?"

"I ......"

Nangong Qiyue paused for a moment and said, "I can't bear to see her die depressed for me." ”

"Alas. You. ”

Shaking his head helplessly, Wei Shu said: "But it doesn't matter, the human world is a few decades, but the immortal world is only a few dozen days." It's been a long time to collect souls, but I don't care about these dozens of days. ”

"Hmm. ”

Nodding, Nangong Qiyue saw that Weishu had put away the Qiankun Mirror, and asked strangely, "What about Yuan Chu? I haven't seen him much in the past few days." ”

"Oh, he. ”

As soon as he mentioned the beginning of the relationship, Weishu shook his head again and again.

"This immortal ceremony is imminent, and the old pervert must have used illusion to coax those spirits who have just entered the immortal world in order to seal immortals. ”

"Oh. ”

As soon as Weishu said this, Nangong Qiyue also shook his head. But don't say it, don't worry about it, this said, and the two of them came over with different faces when they saw Yuan Chu.

"Yuan Chu, what's wrong with you, why are you flustered?"

Seeing that although Yuan Chu was walking, he couldn't stop looking behind him, and Weishu teased: "What?

"You old devil, what nonsense!"

Looking at Weishu's smiling face, Yuan Chu glanced at him and argued: "I'm going to tell the little girl about marriage, do you understand!"

"Cut. ”

After giving Yuan Chu a bigger roll of his eyes, Weishu said: "That being the case, then why are you so flustered?"

"I ......"

Speaking of this, Yuan Chu glanced at Nangong Qiyue and Weishu a little awkwardly.

"What's that...... I ......"

"Yuan Chu, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at the rare appearance of Yuan Chu, Nangong Qiyue was also curious.

"But what's going on?"

"What's so hard about him?"

"Oh!

Glaring at Weishu who looked at him with contempt, Yuan Chu leaned in the direction of Nangong Qiyue, hesitated for a while, and then said with some embarrassment: "Weishu, do you remember Luo Yi?"

"Luo Yi?"

At first glance, when Yuan Chu mentioned this name, Weishu felt very familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember who this person was.

"Luo Yi...... We were in ...... a thousand years ago."

"Oh, remember!"

With such a simple reminder at the beginning of the year, Weishu immediately remembered who the "Luo Yi" in his mouth was.

"You're talking about that Qu Luoyi?"

"That's her. ”

"What's wrong with her?"

Hearing this name again after a thousand years, Weishu was very surprised.

"Could it be that she is one of the spirits who are going to be promoted to immortals this time?"

"I'm not so sure. ”

Scratching his head, Yuan Chu said: "Just now I went to the Xianhui Garden, where the spirits temporarily lived, and I saw a woman from a distance who seemed to be her, but I was not sure, and I ...... Well...... She seemed to have spotted me, and I didn't dare to go up and confirm ......"

"Don't dare?

The more he listened to Yuan Chu's words, the more confused Weishu felt. And what was even more puzzled was Nangong Qiyue, who had been listening from the sidelines.

"Could it be that you have done something to be sorry for others?"

"You kid, what nonsense!"

As soon as Nangong Qiyue's words fell, Yuan Chu slapped him heavily with his hand.

"Am I the kind of person who gives up at the beginning?"

"Beginning and abandoning?"

Although he grinned in pain because of Yuan Chu's merciless palm just now, Nangong Qiyue still grasped the point of his words at once.

"Hmph, Yueyue, you kid is getting worse and worse the more you learn with Weishu!"

With a cold snort, Yuan Chu just wanted to count down what he was doing, but as soon as he thought of the purpose of his coming here at the moment, he had no choice but to swallow the unspoken words, and then said, "Yueyue, I have a busy idea...... Please go and help. ”