After Huaiyu took a bath and took the medicine, she put on a soft and warm underwear, Duan Qinqin put on a white fox coat to protect her from the cold, and Xiaoliu brought a bowl of porridge and fed it to Huaiyu while blowing.

"It's late tonight, eat some porridge to pad your stomach, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night."

Huaiyu was busy with the two of them, and obediently finished eating a bowl of porridge, and Fang felt that his stomach was no longer empty.

When he lay down on the bed, Huaiyu was really tired and fell asleep after a while.

On the second day, Huaiyu was woken up by Koyanagi's exclamations.

"It's snowing!"

"Ah, the plum blossoms are blooming!"

Huaiyu woke up from his sleep, put on a piece of clothing at random, tidied up his appearance, and went out to take a look, only to see that the yard was covered with white snow, and there were only a few footprints left by people walking.

Several plum trees on both sides are less than half a zhang, the red plum trees on the top are like rouge, reflecting the color of snow, extraordinarily spiritual, on the trees, the roof is white, and the cold air inhaled into the nose makes Huaiyu feel very comfortable.

Seeing that she was thinly dressed, Xiao Liu hurriedly went into the house and took a begonia red feather gauze cardigan to tie it for Huaiyu, Huaiyu smiled: "Where is it so weak?" You are like a great enemy, and you don't know it, and you think I'm going to be terminally ill. ”

Xiao Liu snorted three times in a row, and said angrily: "What nonsense? The injuries on his body are not healed yet, but he can't get cold. ”

Huaiyu had no choice but to let her go, Xiao Liu looked Huaiyu up and down, and felt that she would not be frozen, and then let Huaiyu go.

Huaiyu was helpless, carefully stepped on the snow with his coat, approached the red plums, closed his eyes and raised his head, took a deep breath, and sighed: "When you smell it, you don't want to be fragrant, and the fragrance is in the unintentional place." ”

So Zhao Yan entered the second courtyard from the outside, and the first thing he saw was a begonia red Huaiyu standing among the snow, closing his eyes and smelling the fragrance of plums.

In my memory, Huaiyu's favorite color is light green, her dress Zhu Hai, purse sachets, most of them are green, and even the only carrier pigeon she has ever raised is also gray-green, but it is rare to see her dressed in such a lively red.

This scene is white snow and red plums, and the beauty is dressed in red, delicate and moving.

Zhao Yan walked over and flicked away a few grains of snow on Huaiyu's shoulder: "Red is very suitable for you." ”

When Huaiyu heard this, she sighed: "My mother also said that girls should wear red ......"

After saying only this, Huaiyu felt that his eyes were swollen, and the plum blossoms in front of him seemed to be blurred, so he quickly shook his head, swept away his sorrows, and asked Zhao Yan: "How are you over there?" ”

"Don't worry, Jiang Qi only left 5,000 soldiers to guard the city in Xinxiang, and the people who were looking for Yanlou took it back without much effort, Pei Ji'an was watching over there."

"You came back overnight?" As soon as Huaiyu heard it, he heard the key.

Zhao Yan's skin was pale, and a faint dark circle under his eyes was extremely obvious, listening to Huaiyu's question, he suddenly felt a little sleepy, his eyes were hazy, he hung his head listlessly, and took a step closer to Huaiyu: "I'm so tired." ”

Huaiyu supported him slightly complainingly: "Xinxiang is so far away, why rush back?" ”

"I don't know, I just want to come back."

Huaiyu was helpless, took him into his room, let him lie on the guest couch outside, pulled a quilt to cover him, and said with a smile: "Wronged, you lie here first, Xiaoliu will get food." ”

As she spoke, she walked to the other side, picked up the charcoal fire in the basin, took the book again, sat down at the desk, and looked at the book with her eyes down.

Zhao Yan over there had been on the snowy road all night, tired and sleepy, lying in the warm futon with a faint fragrance at the moment, and when he opened his eyes, he was a familiar girl, Zhao Yan showed a shallow smile and slowly closed his eyes.

Is this situation a dream? Not a dream?

Zhao Yan opened his eyes several times, confirmed several times, and finally fell asleep.

When he woke up, Huaiyu on the side of the desk was no longer there, Zhao Yan hurriedly glanced around, but did not see Huaiyu's figure, only heard the sound of giggling outside, Zhao Yan lifted the quilt and walked out, but saw Huaiyu sitting under the porch, smiling and watching a group of maids building snowmen.

"Why don't you go and pile it yourself?" Zhao Yan asked.

Huaiyu turned his head to look at Zhao Yan, gave Zhao Yan a place, and said, "I want to go, but Xiaoliu doesn't allow it!" ”

"You're hurt?"

"A little injury, Koyanagi always makes a fuss."

Zhao Yan was silent, raised his hand to touch her head like he did when he was a child, and remembered the etiquette of men and women, and stretched out his slightly raised right hand to the plum tree outside the corridor halfway, picked a plum blossom down, and naturally pinned it in Huaiyu's hair.

Huaiyu didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, he would get the flowers off his head.

Her nervous appearance made Zhao Yan a little funny, so she had to take off the plum branch.

Huaiyu felt a little more at ease at this time, and said, "You are hungry, Qinqin has boiled clear soup fence duck and Eight Immortals beef soup." ”

Zhao Yan smiled: "Why is it all soup?" ”

"Drink soup in winter, this is the principle of Qinqin."

After Zhao Yan had a meal in Huaiyu, he returned to Xunyan Tower.

Xiangcheng's Xunyan Building is not big, it is not small, the first floor operates a simple teahouse business, the second floor is a guest room, the dignitaries come and go, and most of the wanderers choose to stay in the Yanlou.

On the surface, everything in Xunyan Tower is no different from an ordinary teahouse inn, but people with a little eyesight can see that even the little two who serve tea and water in the building, and the subordinates who sweep the court, are all people with martial arts.

The perennial residents in the guest rooms are not ordinary people, but spies cultivated by Xunyan Tower.

They are constantly in various places, collecting all kinds of news, bringing it together, and passing it on to those who need it.

Zhao Yan always has a calm face in front of people, and there is not even a trace of emotion in his eyes, but because he is so good-looking, even if he has a calm face, he is not very aggressive, so every time the people looking for Yanlou see him, they will greet him with a smile.

Then he looked at the person in front of him in embarrassment, and his face sank a little more......

Zhao Yan had just entered his room when the shopkeeper knocked on the door and handed him a letter.

This letter traveled several times, sent from Xiangcheng, quickly sent to Yundu, and then rushed to Jiangcheng for 800 miles, and then to Beidu and Fengze, but it was not successfully delivered to its owner.

Until this moment, Zhao Yan pinched a thin piece of letter paper, looked at the short sentence on it, the ice and snow in his eyes melted, his facial features gradually softened, and his trembling hands swiped over the Juanxiu Xiaokai on it word by word.

Sixteen words in total.

"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost; The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

Every word is Gu Huaiyu's most daring intention.

Zhao Yan had seen a large area of reeds on the South Lake, and remembered more clearly that in the Feihong Pavilion that year, he was basking in the sun on the bank of the Shuangxi River with the "Book of Songs" that he had read many times.

He was not annoyed, and pointed to the word "Pujia" on the book and asked Huaiyu: "Have you seen what Pujia looks like?" ”

Huaiyu shook his head, and he said: "Pujia is a kind of reed grass, every early winter, it is full of white reed flowers, which is extremely beautiful. ”

Huaiyu looked at him in disbelief: "Say it as if you've seen it with your own eyes." ”

Although Zhao Yan hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he had seen it in books, thought about it in his heart, and dreamed of it in his dreams.

He said to Huaiyu: "If I like someone in the future, I will copy this poem "Pu Jia" to her. ”