Eight years later

The cold winter has passed, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the gentle spring breeze blows by, which makes people feel comfortable as if singing a love song.

A bird waving its wings came to the city gate of mahogany copper along the spring breeze, and raised its eyes to see the tall and majestic city gate with the three words "Fengjin City" written on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing.

The city wall stands majestically, the flying pavilion is Liudan, the momentum is magnificent, just like the ironclad military wall on the battlefield, it is majestic and solid, and it is solid.

There were two men in fancy clothes standing under the city gate, but the son attracted many passers-by to stop, and the girls were confused.

A white-clothed Shengxue, plain and elegant, with a dignified body, his hair was tied up high by a golden crown, and the mottled sunlight sprinkled on him, as if draped in a layer of golden light veil, his whole body exuded a faint dazzling brilliance, and his words were gentlemen, warm as jade, and a pair of lilac eyes always stared at the direction outside the city gate.

A gold silk embroidered robe, extraordinary, outstanding, black as ink jade-like pupils flashing with a warm brilliance, handsome face reflecting the morning light, with god-like majesty and innate nobility, evil and handsome face at this time with a dissolute smile, showing scorn.

Their eyes were always looking in the direction of the city gates, as if waiting for an important person. A gust of wind came, and the clothes fluttered, as beautiful as a picture.

"What do you think she's going to become? Is it instantly recognizable? The man in the brocade robe was excited, and his voice seemed a little excited and expectant.

In contrast, the man in white is in a peaceful state of mind and calm, "No matter how it changes, those eyes can be recognized at a glance." ”

Her eyes are clear and pure, as if she can swallow all the darkness in this world, and that glance is unforgettable for him in this life.

After a while, I saw a black war horse in the distance, with four hooves churning, sonorous and powerful, and a long mane flying against the wind.

The man in the brocade robe suddenly danced with his eyebrows and waved his arms vigorously, while the man in white smiled, making the sun and the moon dull.

I saw a young woman riding on the back of a flying horse, dressed in black, with a slender jade neck and a proud head. A bundle of plain waists, the lining posture is slender, plump and slender. Ten fingers are slender, holding the reins in one hand, a long sword in the other, eyes like electricity, long hair flying, heroic.

The woman saw the people standing in front of the city gate from a distance, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise, and she hastened to the city gate, jumped off her horse, drew her sword and stabbed at the man in the brocade robe.

But when he saw the corner of the brocade robe's mouth, he smiled evilly, without any intention of avoiding it.

Just as the blade of the sword was about to arrive, the man flashed lightly, and the woman threw herself forward, and immediately turned the head of the sword again. But before the sword arrived, the man had already leaned over to the woman's side, snatched the woman's scabbard in his hand at some point, and raised his sword into the sheath, with an expression of imminent victory.

Unexpectedly, the woman chuckled and slapped her backhand, the man was defenseless, and he was hit and retreated several steps.

The woman took her palm and said, "Ze Rui, your head has grown a lot, but you haven't seen any progress in kung fu." ”

The voice is Susu, but it is not coquettish, with a bright smile on his face.

"Cousin Qingyao's mouth is the same as back then, a person who doesn't spare anything. Alas, it was really a waste of this flower-like face, so violent and sharp-toothed, it can make the young talents of Fengjin City can only stop. Feng Zerui clutched his chest and quipped in pain.

Then he smiled slyly, turned his head to look at the man in white who always had a gentle smile, and teased: "However, we have always been gentle in nature, and we have never had a grudge against anyone, but we are very suitable for you." ”

"But I just hit it too lightly, or do it all over again." Wen Qingyao raised her fist again and shook it in front of Feng Zerui's eyes, wanting to step forward and make up for it.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, you should help me talk, otherwise I will have to find my teeth all over the ground according to this girl's temperament." Feng Zerui pursed his lips, hurriedly begged for mercy, hid behind Xi Qiyang, pulled his sleeves, and looked pitiful, like an angry little daughter-in-law.

Xi Qiyang hid his face and coughed lightly, and smiled heartily, "I can talk to Qing Yao and not get the upper hand, and the mouth of the second prince should not be underestimated." Besides, I have no power to restrain the chicken, how can I beat the female warriors of today. ”

Since Su Xianyu's death, Xiqiyang has been by Wen Qingyao's side every day, and he has also become very good with Feng Zerui.

"Hmph, the prince of Qiyang has really favored Qingyao's girl since he was a child, and he completely disregards any brotherhood." Feng Zerui snorted lightly and complained.

Xiqiyang ignored it anymore, suppressed a smile, and asked softly, "Are you okay?" ”

The voice is a little hoarse, but very magnetic.

This little girl, who has not seen him for eight years and makes him think about it for a long time, is now so slim and beautiful.

Are you okay? Is it good or bad? Wen Qingyao didn't have an answer either.

Eight years ago, Su Xianyu died at the border, Wen Qingyao was grief-stricken, and then begged his father to ask Emperor Tianxuan to go to the border to garrison, bent on learning martial arts and learning to fight with the border general Zhenguo Gongwei Yu.

Just because Su Xianyu died to guard the peace of the border, she wanted to continue to protect that land and protect the country for Xianyu.

On that day, she said to Su Xianyu: I will practice martial arts well and fight with you in all directions.

It's not a casual remark, but she's really going to do it.

Wen Qingyao was only twelve years old that year, but her determination was unwavering.

Mrs. Wen naturally disagreed, but she couldn't stand her crying, making trouble and hanging herself, and no one could persuade her.

This border has been gone for eight years.

Eight years is not too long or too short in a long life, but it is enough to change a person.

Xiqi Yangzhang has become a handsome son, more plump and handsome, with a tall figure, and a strong chest full of manly temperament, which is no longer like the weak and uncontrollable appearance back then.

And Wen Qingyao is now in her prime, her tall figure is lined with black clothes, and she seems to have the lively and lovely little girl between her eyebrows, but she has a little more charm of her daughter's family and the heroism of her man's family, the more people can't take their eyes off and can't let go of their hearts.

"Do you think I'm okay?" Wen Qingyao smiled and spun around.

Before Xi Qiyang could answer, Feng Zerui preemptively said: "Is it Wei Yu Nask who is deducting your food, you see that this little face is thin." How can it be as full as when I was a child, with a face like a silver platter, and a rich and noble appearance. ”

"This is a standard beautiful face, will you appreciate it, I didn't expect you to be good at kung fu and not good at vision." Although Wen Qingyao's mouth hurt people for a moment, the joy of seeing the old people on her face was overflowing.

Xiqiyang smiled lightly and elegantly, and said, "It's grown up." ”

"The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night, of course he will grow up." Wen Qingyao then sighed.

After a period of greetings, Qing Yao led the horse and walked towards the city with the two.

If it weren't for a letter from her father a few days ago, Wen Qingyao didn't know when she would have the courage to come back.

A few days ago, she was practicing archery at the border shooting range, and her father sent a letter, saying that he wanted her to leave for the imperial capital on the same day, and that she would come back no matter what she wanted to do.

Fengjin City is still as prosperous as yesterday, but the once familiar teahouses, taverns, and workshops on both sides of the long street have changed batch after batch.

She hasn't stepped into it for eight years, and Wen Qingyao is extremely heavy every step she takes now, and the memories are overwhelming, leaving her no chance to buffer.

That was the place where there had been a fight, and Su Xianyu protected her with a firm look on her face.

It was the place where tea had been drunk, and Su Xianyu poured her a cup of tea with a smile on her face.

It was the place where the lanterns were once placed, and the lanterns that went away read: Change my heart, for your heart, and remember each other deeply.

He said: If I am not there, you should not fight with others, and if you are not good at kung fu, don't cry out in pain if you are injured.

He said: In addition to eating and playing, how can you marry in the future?

He said, "Don't cry, you look ugly when you cry, and I'm afraid that if you see a ghost, you have to take a detour."

At that time, I thought that every word of his words was annoying, but now that I think about it, every word is duplicitous.

Memories are like a sword smeared with honey, stabbing on Wen Qingyao's heart, but it makes her happy.

Xi Qiyang's gaze kept falling on Qing Yao's solemn and sad side face, and his heart ached faintly, and then he whispered: "In the past, the snow was like flowers, and now the flowers are like snow, and the shops on this long street are also abandoning the old and drawing the new, but the imperial capital is still prosperous." ”

The words fell on Wen Qingyao's heart, she knew that Xiqiyang was telling her that no matter how the people in this Fengjin City changed, there would always be new people coming, and it would not affect its prosperity in the slightest, and he was persuading her to let go.

It's not easy to pick it up, but it's not easy to put it down.

Wen Qingyao smiled bitterly at Xi Qiyang, then turned to Feng Zerui and asked, "Zerui, did my father tell you what he was doing in a hurry for me to come back?" ”

Wen Qingyao had already thought about all the possibilities on the way here, and felt that it was impossible. Thinking about it, I really can't guess what kind of urgent matter my father has, and she must hurry back quickly.

Feng Zerui pondered for a moment, and then said with a blank face: "I don't know, it's just that when I went to visit the mansion a few days ago, I heard from my uncle that you came back today, so I came to pick you up with the prince of Qiyang." ”

Then Feng Zerui complained with a dissatisfied face: "You little girl is really unkind, she hasn't even written a letter in eight years, and she doesn't even tell us if she wants to come back." ”

Wen Qingyao stuck out her tongue, ignored it, and turned over on her horse, "I'll go back to the house first, you go to the Lange and wait for me, remember to give me a pot of "gentleman drunk", I miss it very much." After saying that, he rode away, causing the people on the long street to panic and give way.

"You damn girl, you've learned to drink, haven't you? How can you not learn? Feng Zerui shouted in the back.

It's a pity that every word is covered up by the prosperity of the long street.