This year, the snow is early, the weather is cold, and Anzhou, which has had four snowfalls, ushered in the fifth snowflake in a month, and it is a rare heavy snow in several years, the whole Anzhou is dyed silvery, and the streets are also away from the hustle and bustle, so quiet that there is only the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Anzhou City is so big, where are you going to find it? She's so angry that it's even harder to find us if she's bent on hiding from us. The woman in white was sad, her hands were pale and stiff from the cold, but she was no match for the young face of the handsome man behind her.

"Didn't the young master see clearly which direction the prince was going? It would be nice to be able to narrow down even one street! The snow is so heavy, and the prince wears very little, he must be frostbitten at night......" Yin Junbai's anxiety has exceeded fear, and his words revealed a complaint about Wen Moqing, and Wen Moqing always kept his face calm and did not say a word, only those dark eyes kept patrolling.

He began to regret that he had not been able to stop him from worrying.

It's a person who always has a temper, but it just so happens that his warm temper is cold and stubborn, and he doesn't care about anything. After being upset by Helian Ming's sudden appearance, Yan Liwu jumped out to block him again, so when Yan Liwu turned around and left, he only cared about being angry, and did not take any other action except for shouting angrily twice, and watched Yan Li leave the inn in a sad and angry manner, and did not return until late at night.

The cold wind was sucked into his chest hard, stabbing Wen Moqing and coughing lightly, coughing annoyed, and punching himself hard in the chest.

With his strength, an ordinary person is enough to be beaten by this punch.

"Senior brother...... Bi Xiao and Bi Sheng were frightened by Wen Moqing's fierce eyes, and glanced at each other, adding a layer of worry to their eyes.

"Bi Sheng, you and your senior brother should go back to the inn and wait first, if you don't go back to find anyone, it will be bad. Jun Bai and I will look for it separately, but we can't do it, so we can only bother the king to borrow some people, in short, we must find people before dawn. Bi Xiao found a reason to let Wen Moqing go back, Bi Sheng understood, and hurriedly grabbed Wen Moqing's arm and nodded repeatedly.

Wen Moqing neither agreed nor disagreed, and still stubbornly walked along the street, blocking the wind and snow.

Bi Xiao was helpless, so she had to pull Bi Sheng to stop, and whispered to her ear: "You go with my senior brother to find Liwu, I have to go back to the inn to watch, in case Liwu goes back and meets Miss Helian." If there is any news, let Junbai tell me quickly, don't be careless on the road, understand? ”

Bi Sheng nodded reluctantly, and when she heard Bi Xiao mention Helian Ming, there was also a hint of boredom and resentment in her expression - Bi Sheng really hated to talk about it before, because Wen Moqing let her go, protected her, and spoke for her; But now it's different, Helian Ming, who had made Wen Moqing heartbroken, reappeared, what is a small word of worry? Bi Sheng even thought that maybe she should help Yan Liwu and drive away the person who shouldn't have come back at all.

Bi Xiao hurried back to the inn on the way to pass by the largest dyeing workshop in Anzhou City, behind the dyeing workshop was a temple that had long been abandoned, if Bi Xiao had paid a little attention at that time, he would have found that outside the dilapidated gate of the temple, there was a person curled up there, shivering.

Yan Liwu hugged her knees and shivered, and a lot of snowflakes fluttered on her, which had accumulated a thin layer, and some of them were directly attached to her skin through the neckline, which was cold and biting.

She was so cold, so cold that her body gradually lost temperature, so cold that her lips turned purple, and her hands had long lost consciousness.

After leaving the inn, Yan Liwu wanted to go to Bi Xiao and Yin Junbai, but not far from the inn, she suddenly remembered that she didn't know where the two lived at all, and she couldn't remember the way to go to the mansion outside the king. At that time, the snow was already very heavy, and the cold wind kept cutting her cheeks, so that Yan Liwu did not have the courage to walk around in the face of the wind and snow.

Of course, she would never choose to turn around and go back, and then look at the beautiful pair of Helian Mingyan and Wen Moqing.

If it is a lie to say that you are not jealous, who doesn't want to be as beautiful and graceful as Helian Mingyan? Yan Liwu never thought that she could be a woman with a graceful temperament, and she didn't expect this face to bring her much envy and amazement - after all, it was the body of the Qinglian King, and it would be good if this face didn't make trouble for her, how dare she expect any admiration and jealousy? As for the anger and anger related to Wen Moqing...... He said that he would protect her and find out the clues as soon as possible, but he broke his promise again, which made Yan Li worry the most disappointed.

Yan Liwu scolded himself for not being noble, and kept rubbing his hands for more warmth, but the hands couldn't get warm, and when the hazy eyes saw Bi Xiao flashing from the far alley through the wind and snow, and wanted to stop when he wanted to speak, his body didn't even have the strength to support the sound in his throat.

It's freezing cold, and staying up like this all night will definitely not be fated to see the next day's sun.

If the next day is a sunny day.

The cold gradually robbed me of the vitality of speech, and I slowly couldn't hear or see clearly, and I had some cranky thoughts that I didn't know what the meaning was.

In the increasingly blurred vision, a touch of luxurious clothes suddenly appeared, and the white cloud brocade was embroidered with a delicate dragon pattern, vaguely carrying a certain elegant fragrance. Yan Li looked up blankly, but he still couldn't see the person standing in front of him, no matter what his appearance or body.

Before she passed out, all she could remember was catching a glimpse of a brand-new oil-paper umbrella and someone gently picking her up, with a chuckle of unknown significance.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Bi Sheng followed closely behind Wen Moqing to catch up with him, walking through dozens of streets and alleys, but still no trace of Yan Li's worries was found. When he found the edge of the city, Wen Moqing suddenly stopped, Bi Sheng couldn't stop and almost crashed into his back, covering his heart and looking at Wen Moqing, but he only saw a carriage and a person who looked like an attendant.

"What's the matter, senior brother?" Bi Sheng asked puzzled.

"Spring and Autumn, Chu Ci's guard." Wen Moqing stopped Bi Sheng, who still wanted to move forward, and turned his head to Yin Junbai with a look, "Go and ask the innkeeper next to you to find out which room he lives in and how many people there are." ”

Yin Jun ordered to leave, Wen Moqing took a deep breath, and strode towards the spring and autumn of packing up the carriage.

"Wen ...... The Son? Chunqiu noticed that someone behind him immediately turned around vigilantly, and was even more surprised when he saw that it was Wen Moqing, and there was nowhere to hide his dodging gaze.

Wen Moqing restrained his anxious expression, as usual, the clouds were light and light: "Aren't you responsible for protecting Chu Ci, why did you come to Anzhou?" ”

"I, I'll do something......" Chunqiu scratched his head and blushed, and the various performances of lying were not bad, and Bi Sheng, who had always been not good at observing words and feelings, could also see that he had a ghost in his heart, and couldn't help but snort.

"Sneaky, you can see that you don't have a good heart."

Chunqiu is upright and has always advocated fairness and fairness, and he is the most intolerable to say this, but he also knows that he should not casually reveal Chu Ci's whereabouts, so he gritted his teeth and insisted, but he refused to speak again.

Wen Moqing looked at the inside of the carriage, the brazier inside was about to go out, and there were traces of people sitting on both sides of the seats, and at the moment, he walked around the carriage and went straight to the inn, his tone was still so lukewarm: "The elusive Prince Chu loves vassal elegance the most, and the choice of room must also be one that can see the beautiful scenery of the mountains, and it can't be too noisy. ”

Chunqiu was shocked, repeatedly remembering whether he had just said something missing, and his annoyed look just confirmed Wen Moqing's speculation.

With a sneer, he no longer paid attention to Geng Zhi's honest Spring and Autumn Period, Wen Moqing strode into the inn, and he didn't want the shopkeeper to ask, and went straight to the third floor and stopped in front of a row of rooms with the window to the north. The third floor is the highest grade room in this inn, no matter how big or small the decoration is not comparable to the downstairs room, yes, and the whole floor is only five, except for the stairs and the hut stacked with sundries, there are only two rooms left to the north, one is lit, and the other is dark and silent.

"Come out." Wen Moqing stopped in front of the door of the lit room and drank coldly.

No one responded in the room, Bi Sheng stepped forward and pushed the door, but still no one came to open the door, so he wanted to turn around and ask Wen Moqing what to do, so he stretched out an arm over his shoulder and pushed the door open directly.

Wen Moqing is not a person who doesn't understand etiquette, Bi Sheng can see that he is really angry.

After the door was pushed open, Chunqiu, who had finished tidying up the carriage, hurriedly went upstairs, and rushed to Wen Moqing in one step to block the way: "Although the status of the prince is high, he shouldn't break in, my grandfather is out of the room when he has something to do at this time, otherwise the prince will definitely make the prince angry if he is so abrupt!" ”

"What if he's angry?" Wen Moqing searched the room coldly, but Chu Ci was indeed not there. However, this seems to make Wen Moqing even more suspicious, and the gloom on his face has increased instead of decreasing: "What about Chu Ciren? ”

Chunqiu was quite jealous of the momentum exuded by Wen Moqing, licked his chapped lips, and softened his tone: "My grandfather has something to do, and I don't know where he went." ”

"My master can't even look at it, what else can you do?" Bi Sheng glanced at Chunqiu, turned around and grabbed Wen Moqing, "Let's go, senior brother, it's useless to ask this stupid person, and besides, what does it matter if Chu Ci is not looking for someone with us?" He walks around his, and we continue to look for people. ”

Wen Moqing stood in front of the door for a moment and then left with Bi Sheng one after the other, leaving Chunqiu confused and at a loss: "Who are you looking for?" No matter who loses it, it doesn't matter to our master......"

It doesn't matter if Chunqiu said it, Wen Moqing has another plan in his heart.

"Chu Ci won't come to Anzhou for no reason, even if the person is not hidden by him, he must have a purpose here, and his purpose is very likely to be related to King Qinglian." In the wind and snow, Wen Moqing frowned and told her thoughts while continuing to search, and her steps became faster and faster, "Bi Sheng, Jun Bai, you two went to find someone separately, in addition to Yan Li's worries, pay attention to whether there is any movement of Chu Ci, if you still can't find Yan Liwu after searching all over Anzhou City, then the biggest possibility is that she was hidden by Chu Ci." ”

It was a matter of worry, Bi Sheng showed a positive attitude for the first time, nodded vigorously, turned around and walked away in the snow.

The night is as deep as ink, and it is approaching midnight after tossing a big circle, Wen Moqing stands on the empty street for a long time, and the silver ring of hair is entangled with the wind and snow, and it is as quiet as an ink mark in the snow.

There has never been a moment like this, when I desperately wanted to hear the voice of sorrow.