The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance

The plum blossoms in the courtyard have already bloomed, and the pink is like a glow, and the different postures are also fragrant. Looking at the goose feathers flying outside, the girl who walked out of the boudoir gritted her teeth, turned back and took a coat to put on, and went out hard.

On a cold day, on the outskirts of the capital of Yan Kingdom, snowflakes were still falling one after another, the vast land was silent, and the chirping of some sparrows had disappeared.

There were two people standing in the knee-deep snow, and they couldn't see it really because of the gray woods, and when they got closer, they realized that it was a man and a woman whispering.

The woman's little face has not yet grown, but it is a beautiful embryo, and over time she will look elegant and beautiful like a peach blossom. A pair of apricot eyes are delicate and lovely, and the pulse is silent.

The tuxedo combed on her head showed that she was still an unmarried girl, standing in the snow, wearing a white light and warm fox fur, smiling shyly and happily at the man in front of her.

"Fang Jie, this trip is goodbye, it must be a rut north and south, the mountains are long and the water is short, so it must be cherished. Ashu is waiting for you to return at home. The woman raised her voice first, as if she had reached the end of her words.

"Well, wait for me." A tall man in a silver armor suit, holding the helmet in front of him with one hand, and stroking the woman's hair that was a little messy because of the hurry, his face was full of stupidity and confusion, and he just stared at the person in front of him in a daze.

If there is a little vision in the capital, they will recognize that this is the married couple who have just issued an edict from His Majesty, the noble daughter of the capital, Qi Shu, and the young general.

Fang Jie looked up, it was not too early to get on the road, and with a whistle, a black tall and heavy horse with well-developed hindquarters "clicked" and ran close to the two, and when he stopped, he neighed, raised his forelimbs high, and was pulled hard before he was pressed down.

Fang Jie patted the horse's back a few times, smiled and said, "This is the Hequ War Horse that His Majesty just rewarded me, the best breed, I just tamed it, is it good-looking?" ”

"It's good-looking, but I still can't rest assured, the war on the frontier is anxious, your trip is full of dangers, and you can communicate with me on letterhead if you encounter any difficulties and obstacles, Ashu is willing to solve your worries." The eyebrows were full of reluctance, and he didn't care about etiquette, but he stepped forward and held Fang Jie's thick hand tightly.

"Okay, peace of mind." Ruthlessly pushed Qi Shu away, grabbed the saddle, turned his head, and walked in the direction of the army's assembly, Fang Jie walked away without raising his head, until he disappeared from Qi Shu's sight, only a line of footprints from boots, clenched his fists, and there was still residual warmth in his palm.

Qi Shu sniffed the cold air vigorously, sighed lightly, and the white mist she exhaled slowly turned and disappeared, just like her mood, becoming uncertain.

If you had explained the wedding date to Your Majesty earlier, would you not have gone to the battlefield this time? The war on the frontier has lasted for three years, and this year's snow disaster is particularly serious, and the barbarians are also red-eyed in order to survive and plunder resources. What year and month do you have to wait until this girl to be married?

Shaking his head, he laughed at himself for thinking too much, turned and walked towards the place where he came, and walked on the main road, where a group of maids and guards were waiting for him.

It's just that when will this snow fall?

It's just that Qi Shu didn't notice that someone had looked at her in a daze for a long time.

"Master, let's go, everyone is gone." A long, jade-clad and elegant man in a dark robe was looking at the direction where Qi Shu left in a daze, it was Ning Ze. The posture is handsome, it is really a bony god cold heavenly temple vessel, a pair of pupils cut autumn water, and the eyes are full of joy and nostalgia. He didn't pay attention to the words of the servants around him, and it wasn't until Qi Shu's figure disappeared into the gray and hazy snow forest that Ning Ze withdrew his gaze.

"Oh, the old slave doesn't listen to his words, the slave family is really sad and tight, if you get on the horse and go back to the city, turn a corner, maybe you can catch the carriage back to the city." The slave looked at the prince who was still standing, and deliberately stabbed.

It's like I suddenly understood something! Ning Ze immediately turned over and got on his horse, not caring about the deep snow and the invasion of the cold wind, he hit the horse and rushed to the avenue outside the forest, and the minions who provoked him followed behind and screamed: "Slow down!" Slow down! ”

The tip of his nose was slightly red and swollen from the cold, and the cold wind blew his cheeks like the pain of a knife, but it was not as impulsive as wanting to see her, Ning Ze, who was in a dark robe, drove the horse under him to run fast, running in the direction of the city, and a small group of people and horses were anxiously chasing not far behind.

"Miss, but after seeing the prospective uncle? Hee-hee, shame or shame? Xiao Tao, the maid sitting in the carriage, joked to Qi Shu, Qi Shu didn't say anything arrogant to Xiao Tao, and leaned on the cushion with her cheeks in her hands, as if she was a little absent-minded. Seeing this, the maid was embarrassed to say anything more, so she simply closed her mouth and quietly leaned out and chatted with the coachman who was driving the horse.

Qi Shu's eyelids lifted, and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly. After freezing in the field for a long time, her cold teeth were shivering, and it was still in the carriage that she hugged the stove for a long time before she felt the burning warmth on her skin, as if her heart was watered with hot blood, beating hot, with a slight itch. Thinking of Fang Jie's simple face and those thick and sturdy hands, Qi Shu's little face was intoxicatingly red, showing the loveliness of his daughter's family.

The cold wind that came in intermittently blew a little uncomfortable, and he just wanted Xiao Tao to take back his leaning out, but before he could say anything, the carriage jerked violently, slamming Qi Shu into the wall of the carriage, and there was a strong pain in his arm, and the original flushed ground faded its color and became extremely white. The maid Xiaotao was even more miserable, and with a scream, her whole body flew out, and she fell hard into the snow in front of the carriage, making a five-body throw, and she couldn't even cry.

Horse, surprised.

The coachman looked at the horse's hooves jumping high with his front hooves in horror, and was stunned and didn't know what to do, when a man in a dark robe jumped on the runaway horse and grabbed the reins that the coachman had loosened, which controlled the runaway carriage, and the reins were the only effective control over the horse.

A few coachmen who were originally lazy and followed the carriage lazily, and their first reaction when they saw the change was to take a few steps back, without thinking about the safety of their master, but this ability to protect people is not good, and the ability to recognize people is still there. At a glance, he recognized that the person in front of him who was making the horse was the only foreign surname prince in the capital, Ning Ze.