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"It's been so long since Gudu came back from Jingzhao, and he hasn't seen his little sister yet. Anyway, Feng Lian, go to the treasury to get two good things, prepare the car immediately, and go to the palace to visit the little sister. ”

They had only been in the city for an hour, and they hadn't even had time to wash away the dust.

Feng Lian was stunned for a moment, and then he took the order and retreated.

Entering the palace at such an inopportune time, he couldn't figure out Lin Qingfu's thoughts.

After Feng Lian left, an old woman in the mansion who was dressed decently sent Lin Qing a hand stove wrapped in an expensive layer of mink fur.

Lin Qingfu took it with a smile, and the warm touch dispelled some of the coldness in his heart: "It's still Aunt Fang who feels sorry for me." ”

"It's freezing outside, so the prince should wear thicker." The old woman opened her face with loose skin and asked coldly.

Lin Qing responded, smiled again, and pasted the stove in his hand on the old woman's cold face. "Xiaoqing is hungry for the sweet cakes made by Aunt Fang, Aunt Fang will make more, and I will come back with Grandpa Le to eat them."

Mentioning her good craftsmanship, the old woman's eyebrows softened a little, "The prince's sweet cake has been sent to the carriage by Feng Lian, and Le Xiao's share is warm in the back kitchen." ”

"Aunt Fang still understands me."

Lin Qingfu reluctantly stuffed the hot hand stove back into the old woman's arms, and then went to change the thick clothes that the old woman had prepared.

The old woman was already putting her hands in front of her clothes, and she was holding the stove at the moment, inexplicably having a pious gesture.

When Lin Qing walked away with the handhapp, he said to the old woman again, "Prepare some good gold sore medicine, Grandpa Le will use it when he comes back." ”

The old woman answered very softly.

I don't know if Lin Qingfu, who walked into the snow, heard it.

Maybe I didn't hear it.

Because Lin Qingfu was holding an umbrella for him, in order to catch up with Lin Qingfu's footsteps, he was flooded with snow not long after he stepped on the cleaning, and gradually lost the original appearance of the road.

……

Even though Feng Lian has not rested since he came back and is full of exhaustion, his movements are as fast as ever.

When Lin Qingfu came out of the mansion, his favorite red sandalwood carriage was already waiting in front of the prince's mansion.

He gathered the big breath on his body, and exhaled a breath of hot air, in the snow-stricken cloud city, the hot air was obviously very weak and quickly dispersed like a fog, and there was no trace.

Song Bei is different from Jingzhao in that he believes that snow is auspicious.

In Songbei Cloud City, as soon as winter comes, everywhere you see, there is snow, so white that it is dazzling, and it is so cold that it makes people feel as if they are frozen.

The civilians of Cloud City would even freeze to death because they didn't have a winter jacket.

Therefore, the winter in Cloud City is silent, only the sound of the wind, and it is also so cruel that it is tasteless.

"The ice and snow are like tigers, and those who cry naked have no shelter."

Lin Qingfu saw this majestic snow scene again, because it was like a world away, and he actually had poetry.

Because he went to see the snow of Kyoaki.

The snow in Kyotaki seems to have melted before it has even fallen. Compared with Yuncheng, the snow in Yaodu is gentle and delicate.

The prince's mansion given by Emperor Song is located in the most remote place in Yuncheng, and the mansion that is already deserted and unpopular looks quite defeated because of the snow.

Lin Qing got into the carriage with his hand on the stove and sat down steadily. The sound of a coachman rushing to the car was heard outside.

The corner of the carriage was tightly covered, and Lin Qing helped to remove the heavy black curtain on his body.

The blue shirt inside lined his face white, but his originally smiling face was only mocking when he was alone.

Nine songs.

Lin Jiuge.

Lin Qingfu read the name of the princess born to Concubine Yun in his mouth, and couldn't help laughing.

Lin Qingtian really loves this princess.

Lin Qing helped Yuguang catch a glimpse of the sweet cake prepared by the old woman, so he took out his free hand and twisted a piece and put it into his mouth.

Very sweet.

It's sweet, it's sweet.

Such a sweet cake is not greasy, but it evokes his sweetest but deepest buried memory.

Emperor Song and Lin Qingfu many years ago were not so incompatible.