Feng Mingxie stretched out his hand to cover the light blanket behind the long couch, the sound of wind and snow was isolated, Lu Yixuan's breathing was very light, like the cat in his arms, the man rubbed his forehead and couldn't resist the sleepiness.

The night seemed short.

It wasn't until the sky was bright and the warm color fell on his face through the window paper that Feng Mingxie woke up faintly, not drowsy in his mind, but the wakefulness after precipitation and deep sleep, and the six were still curled up on the soft collapse, but Lu Yixuan was gone.

The light carpet was carefully covered on the body, the other half of the couch was already cold, and the stove that should have been extinguished under the case was added with new charcoal at some point.

Feng Mingxie almost wondered if he had a dream last night, when he heard the door of the hall open lightly, Yue Chi stepped in with a smile and a basin of washwater, Feng Mingxie seemed to realize something.

"Whose idea?" He handed the Jinpa to the woman, the little prince has always been light and vigilant, and now he sleeps until dawn and doesn't even notice when the people around him get up, which is really a little confusing.

"Ahem," Yue Chi stuck out his tongue, "Miss Lu told the ginger soup to boil some calming herbs in an appropriate amount. "Lest you also be tired and tired, little prince, and refuse to rest, for a period of time, everyone can see that you have good intentions.

Lu Yixin is not blind or a fool.

Feng Mingxie was helpless, and the little sugar man lying quietly under the flower window felt very sweet just by looking at it: "What about people? Subconsciously blurted out.

Yue Chi smiled and pointed to the door of the hall, nagging early in the morning, the girl ordered someone to prepare swords, guns, swords, halberds, this will, you take a look for yourself.

Covered in snow overnight.

Lu Yixuan is holding an eight-foot red tassel gun in his hand, and the little girl has a very good grasp of the foundation of strength and spirituality, and the strength of the wrist to the waist and body when stopping, taking, and piercing the wrist to the waist and body bursts out, every inch is with the sound of whirring wind, piercing the gun like an arrow off the string, speeding away a line, the red tassel is scattered like a peach blossom blooming in March, and the jingchai cloth skirt can't hide the girl's brilliance from the bones, like a butterfly breaking out of the cocoon.

Feng Mingxie leaned on the flower gallery with his hands around his chest and stared intently, he remembered the first time he saw this girl standing in the ring of the West School Field, holding her head high and moving forward with a brave attitude, remembering that in Yuehua Zhai, the little girl split the carved gambling table with one palm, Yue Chi was distressed for several days, and the man couldn't help but chuckle.

The young man with the silver gun and the white horse is in his prime.

The warm winter sun fell on the eyelashes and also sprinkled on Lu Yixuan's simple bun, loose and can't cover the slightly frozen red cheeks, the pretty life is very exciting, the breeze blows the colorful feathers under the long sleeves, the man is so uncomfortable, the sudden sunlight pierces the corner of the eye, and a wind whistle falls in his ears, and the spear with silver light is like a broken bamboo and blows towards Feng Mingxie's placket, the man laughs lightly and raises his sleeves, "snaps" and grabs the long pole, and the skirt robe streamer sways against the snow white, The curvature of the ink hair on the clothes is like weaving feathers, and the ink ripples in the heart.

"Little prince, last time in the ring, the courtiers didn't win so glorious." Lu Yixin smiled and groaned, the long sleeves were wrapped up in a simple and refreshing shirt, and the corner of the long skirt was casually tied to the waist, she didn't care if she wanted to move her muscles and bones whether she looked like a lady.

All in all, Lu Yixuan doesn't want to be a famous lady in this life.

She meant that at the audition meeting, Feng Xiaowang deliberately teased and released water.

Feng Ming's evil spear played, is this the little girl in the Wei Mansion shouting with herself, the man raised his eyebrows and did not refuse, it was Ying Cheng, in the blink of an eye, the red tassel gun had been stabbed in front of the forehead, so fast, Feng Ming Xie stepped back and even resisted the strength of the gun's wrist, and the momentum was desperate to grab a stab, Lu Yi's eyes and hands hurriedly turned over to dodge but did not suppress the forward thrust of the red tassel, and let the man's silver spear wipe his face.

She couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, this guy usually talks flatteringly, the appearance of gold and jade outside the bones is to figure out how many of the mastery of such a sword, gun and halberd are handy, her spear is swept over her shoulder, the wreath of the spear head is unpredictable, the body of the gun is like a dragon spirit * is abnormal, provoking the man's eyes to be smeared, Feng Mingxie likes to see the stunned and surprise that appeared on her face, Lu Yixian's self-confidence and conceit will make her strong when she is strong, Feng Mingxie knocks on the case, takes the gun like a spirit snake entanglement, and even catches up with the second turn, with the silver gun as the positive, tried his best to use it, and stabbed out with one hand, and he wanted to catch her off guard.

Lu Yixuan only heard the strong wind in her ears, she saw the snake out of the cage and hurriedly returned the gun to dodge, seeing that the tail of the gun was about to hit her waist and abdomen, she gasped and was about to accept the heavy blow, but unexpectedly, she just swept her skirt gently, and the man's free retraction was too precise.

Lu Yixuan pouted: "The Lu family's shooting is real and real, there is odd and positive, its advance is sharp, its retreat is fast, its potential is dangerous, its knots are short, if it doesn't move, it is like a mountain, and if it moves, it is like thunder," This is still Feng Mingxie's words when he "mocked" her in the ring, "Where did the little prince steal the teacher and learn it." "To be honest, the little girl is a little unbalanced in her heart, she has not even been taught her father's marksmanship, how can this man know everything about it, could it be that the family heirlooms of those generals and captains in the court have called this man to "coax" it.

"Tsk, guess."

When Feng Mingxie laughed through the clouds and sunlight, Lu Yixuan heard that there seemed to be a string in his heart "snapping" and broke off.

The sound of the spear head hitting together stretched on the snow along the winter breeze and petals, and the sharp blade cut off a strand of long hair on Lu Yixing's sideburns, she was not annoyed but aroused a stronger will, the right straddle dodged the spear, turned in the air, and tried her best with one hand to tie it flat is the green dragon offering claws-

"Bang dang", Feng Mingxie suddenly abandoned the silver spear in his hand, reached out and grabbed the wrist that was stabbing the body of the spear with full strength, took the girl into his arms, kicked her stride away, and tightly strangled her waist and abdomen with his palm.

"One up, one up, one down, pear blossom roller, step back from the front, support back with your hands," the man's breath fell on his ears, and his movements seemed to follow the words in his mouth, "If Ah Yu wants to learn, this king is naturally willing to teach him." He didn't want to let go of his hand, the streamer of colorful feathers shrouded the embroidery of the girl's skirt, Lu Yixuan only felt that the originally warm sunlight suddenly became so hot, she didn't know whether she was unwilling or unable to struggle, her steps, no, her body and mind seemed to be uncontrollable with the man's voice and tone.

Wow, this demagogic bastard.

She cursed, but found her own heart.

Knock knock, heartbeat like a drum, I can't listen to what that guy said and did at all, only the blue sky and white clouds after the snow and the early sunshine still hug his flowery heart.

Lu Yixuan really hated his own uselessness, and it seemed that it was always difficult to get used to Feng Mingxie's frivolous teasing of Sun Guixuan, the king of the city.

Yue Chi at the other end was cleaning up the room, ah, she was shy and hid behind the flowers and trees in the corridor to take a sneak look, the little prince likes to tease the girl's family, there are many ways and tricks, the Lu family's girl's face is about to be bloody, tsk, she was feeling amorous and eyebrows when she saw the wooden East Pavilion coming in from under the corridor at the door of the mansion, Yue Chi hurriedly rushed around the flower * to block him.

"Hey, don't spoil the fun again."

Dongting was not annoyed when he was stopped by the pretty and bewitching girl, and pursed his lips helplessly: "Father-in-law Wang is here, Your Majesty has ordered the prince to enter the palace." "It seems that he is a person who specializes in breaking up marriages.

"Grandpa Wang is here in person?" Yue Chi staggered out of the way.

Feng Mingxie and Lu Yixuan naturally saw the two people whispering under the flower tree.

"Something in the palace?" She already knew that His Majesty was not sending another irrelevant little eunuch, but a close servant to Father-in-law Wang, naturally there was something important to discuss, she didn't wait for the man to answer, she took the spear back to the ground and stopped gently, and casually picked up the scattered long hair and waved at the little prince Feng.

Little Buddha, you can go with peace of mind.

The courtyard of the mansion slowly cleared up, Yue Chi picked up the silver spear on the ground, and called the little slaves to quickly clean up the flying snow in the yard to prevent the ice and slippery road after the snow melted.

The plum blossoms fall in two, the canaries chirp in the eaves, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and there is a rare calm and quiet.

"Miss Lu," Yue Chi stood beside her at some point, seeing Lu Yixuan bored with knives and guns, "The seal of the Wei State Mansion has been opened, and the prince said that if you want to go home, you can do it at any time." ”

Lu Yixin was stunned for a moment, and a moment of surprise appeared in his eyes, Feng Mingxie is a man who likes to arrange everything properly, what you think of, what you don't think, is all in his foolproof.

So, on a sunny day and at the beginning of the snow, Lu Yixuan stood in front of the Duke of Wei.

The mottled vermilion lacquer door was closed, the seal was roughly torn off, and the broken paper was scattered in the wind.

Some are afraid, some are weak-hearted, some are burdened.

The plaque above her head was stained with faded gold, and she hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath.

Crunch.

It's like opening the door to dusty light and shadows and memories.

The garden has long been deserted by no one to take care of it, and the heavy snow last night covered the dead branches of flowers and plants and the paths in the garden, and the snow gradually melted into ice under the sun, and the eaves hung small water beads, ticking on the flowers and vines of the promenade.

Everything that was reflected in her eyes suddenly grew alive under the snow, you remember everything, laughter, laughter and scolding, she turned her head and deliberately avoided the lonely pavilion, her mother just fell there and couldn't get up, late at night, she sent them back to the room and then carried the sword to pay for the blood debt.

There was no more grief in her eyes, replaced by some desolation and helplessness, and suddenly, Lu Yixuan's footsteps stopped.