Today, the heavy snow stopped, and Song Ling and Song Zhi came to the mountains to enjoy the snow together. Song Ling asked the maid to give Song Zhi an extremely warm coat, which was milky white, and Song Zhi wore this coat, like a bear awakened from hibernation, walking and staggering.

Song Ling stretched out her hand to help her, but was refused. "Brother go carefully, this foot is deep and the foot is shallow, be careful that one person slips and both of them fall." Song Zhi said it seriously, and refused to let Song Ling help him.

These words made Song Ling angry, "My kung fu can't support you a girl who is lighter than dough?" ”

Song Zhi ignored him, but quickened his pace, as if he wanted to compete with him, and hurriedly walked in front of him. In the thick snow, there were two rows of footprints, one deep and one shallow, one large and one small.

Song Zhi just buried his head and walked, not realizing that a snow-covered spired pavilion had appeared in sight, and in the pavilion was sitting a person who had been waiting for a long time.

Shen Baiyan was draped in an ink-colored coat, sitting upright in the pavilion like a sculpture, and only after seeing the small figure that was almost integrated with the snow, did he almost invisibly deviate from his body.

A cold wind wrapped in snowflakes blew in front of her, lifting Song Zhi's hood, and a light black hair fluttered behind her, as if night had seeped into the day. As soon as Song Zhi raised her head and met Shen Baiyan's gaze, her feet somehow went soft, and she instantly fell into the snow.

Song Ling's eyes just caught a glimpse of Song Zhi's figure in the snow in front of him, and before he could react, he felt that the dark clouds were pressing down, like an eagle taking the white dove away, Song Zhi had been taken to the pavilion by Shen Baiyan's light skills.

Song Ling hurriedly tapped the snow on tiptoe, leaving only three or five shallow recesses, which landed lightly on the stone brick floor like a harrier.

'You know each other. Song Ling looked at the two people who had already been separated and sat on one side, and finally did not get angry.

Song Zhi was carried by Shen Baiyan and flew for a short distance, but somehow, his face was hot. Obviously, he walked so far on foot, and he didn't feel hot. But just after a short while, the tips of the ears were red as if they were being illuminated by the setting sun.

"Why is Brother Shen here?" In order to break the embarrassment, Song Zhi opened his mouth first. After Emperor Shun'an's decree of marriage arrived at the mansion, she met Shen Baiyan for the first time, and she couldn't help but have some complicated emotions mixed with shyness in her heart.

"I made an appointment with Ruohui to come here to enjoy the snow. In a few days, the heavy snow will cover the mountain, but it will not be beautiful. Shen Baiyan's long eyelashes were stuck with a snowflake, he didn't seem to notice it, and with a slight blink, it fell like a meteor.

"When the snow is half-melting, the mountain scenery is also beautiful." Song Zhi changed the hand stove from his left hand to his right hand, and from his right hand to his left hand, and he always felt that no matter how he took it, he was full of awkwardness.

"I'm going to go on a long trip in a few days, and when I go back to Beijing, I'm afraid that the spring flowers will be gone." The snowflakes melted, turning into water and seeping into the dense eyelashes, and the vision became a little blurred, Shen Baiyan flicked it with his fingertips, and Song Zhi's pretty face suddenly became clearer again.

"Where to go?" Song Zhi followed Shen Baiyan's words and asked, and after asking, he felt that something was wrong, but Shen Baiyan did not answer immediately, but felt a paper bag from his arms.

He didn't hand it to Song Zhi directly, but handed it to Song Ling first, and then nodded at Song Zhi. Song Ling seemed to hold back her words and handed the paper bag to her sister.

Song Zhi took it, only felt that the things in the paper bag were soft and hot, she opened it and took a look, a fragrant and sweet heat came to her face, it turned out to be the orange cake of Sweetheart Fang, this is not strange, Song Zhi felt bizarre, how could this orange cake still be as hot as when it was just baked?

Song Ling seemed to see through what she was thinking, and said: "If you force it with internal force, the stone can also be hot." ”

Shen Baiyan picked up Shang Cai's words and continued: "Just go and inspect the gathering place of the alien tribes. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Song Zhi's movements stagnant, and the small piece of orange cake pinched by his fingertips was not sent to his mouth for a long time.

After a while, he pretended to be fine, stuffed the orange cake into his mouth, and chewed it carefully. Song Zhi covered it up very naturally, but it was still noticed by Shen Baiyan and Song Ling, but neither of them made a noise, just continued to say some trivial things.

The pines and cypresses in the mountains are evergreen all year round, the snow last night was greater, some of the delicate branches were pressed with a lot of snowflakes, and some could not bear it, they were all broken last night, and they lay on the snow lifelessly, and there was no hope of sprouting new sprouts in the coming year.

A sound like the wind sounded, and Song Zhi turned around just in time to see that the side branches of a masson pine tree were crushed by the snow, and it fell down heavily, splashing snowflake fragments all over the ground.

Although there was a little distance, Song Zhi still subconsciously closed her eyes half-close, as if those splashed snowflakes would fall into her pair of glass eyes.

Shen Baiyan's trip must be to find an antidote for Emperor Shun'an, if it is still like in his previous life, Emperor Shun'an will definitely die, and when the eighth prince ascends the throne, it will be difficult to do. The moment the snowflakes splashed, many thoughts instantly squeezed into Song Zhi's mind.

"Brother Shen will go to the Southwest Wu Clan's territory?" Song Zhi said suddenly, and the branches of the pine tree fell to the ground, still trembling lightly at this time, making bursts of sound.

Song Ling was closer to Song Zhi, but before she could hear what she said, she only heard Shen Baiyan quickly say, "Wu clan? Why do you ask? "The Wu clan is good at witchcraft, but they rarely hear of the secret recipe for poison, and Shen Baiyan can't think of this tribe for a while.

"Zhi'er has read in a book that there are many techniques that the witch clan does not pass on, and witch Gu is only one of them, and there are many poison recipes that are the treasures of their clan. Especially for poisons, few foreigners know the formula, and only they know about the poison and the solution. If Brother Shen has the opportunity, he can let his subordinates learn a trick and a half, maybe he will be able to use it one day. I don't know why, this passage has been pondered repeatedly in my heart, but when Song Zhi said it, he still stumbled.

"Which book? Borrow my brother to take a look? "It's obviously a source of nonsense, but it happened to be grabbed by Song Ling.

Song Zhi made a straight face and said stiffly: "I was scratched by edelweiss, it's gone." ”

Song Ling inexplicably ate a cold closed-door soup, and was very aggrieved in her heart, and immediately showed it on her face, pouted, and was afraid that Song Zhi would not notice it, so she deliberately snorted heavily.

Song Zhi knew that his brother was childish, so he stuffed the remaining small half-fast orange cake into Song Ling's mouth, although Song Ling still looked aggrieved, but still ate it obediently.

"Will Brother Shen go?" Song Zhi was still not at ease, and added another sentence.

Shen Baiyan looked straight at Song Zhi, his eyes were clear and transparent, and in a trance, Song Zhi felt that Shen Baiyan was not looking at himself, but reading his own mind.

"Yes." Shen Baiyan nodded, his gaze never left Song Zhi, "I will leave the day after tomorrow." ”

"In such a hurry?" Song Zhi's eyes widened slightly, she slept well yesterday, her spirit was very good, her eyes were shining like stars shattered inside, wet like a newborn deer.

Shen Baiyan looked away, he lowered his head, as if he was extremely interested in the calluses on his palms. "Well, go early, go back early."

Song Ling swallowed the orange cake, and just when she wanted to say something, Shen Baiyan suddenly said: "My grandmother's temperament is very straightforward, you don't have to worry too much." ”

Song Zhi was stunned at first, and a crimson cloud suddenly flew up on his cheeks, if Shen Baiyan was talking about the Empress Dowager, Song Zhi would not be so shy. But Shen Baiyan said grandmother. The word is too intimate, and it closes the distance at once.

"Ahem!" Song Ling's contrived and stiff cough sounded, Shen Baiyan spilled the cold tea in his cup, picked up the wine jug that was warm with a small fire on the side, and poured Song Ling a shallow glass.

"This is peach blossom fruit wine, do you want it?" Shen Baiyan said.

Song Zhi nodded, and pushed the small cup in front of him towards Shen Baiyan, and the slightly powdered wine shook in the white jade cup. Shen Baiyan's gaze fell on the pair of slender jade hands on the side of the white jade wine glass.

On the pink and white nails, I don't know what method was used, some small flowers were inlaid on it, or yellow or blue, which were the most beautiful blooming moments. Song Zhi's fingertips are like transparent amber, sealing all the beauty in his fingertips.

He lost his mother at a young age, and he didn't have a sister who grew up with him, this kind of boudoir woman's mind and tricks were unfamiliar to him, and he never paid attention to it, but when these strange thoughts appeared on Song Zhi, they had an indescribable and secret attraction.

"My father also returned to the west the day after tomorrow, but fortunately my brother didn't go, otherwise I would be the only one and my mother at home." Song Zhi directly omitted Song Yan and others in her words, and her unconcealed and frank attitude made Shen Baiyan feel very comfortable.

"Don't be afraid." Song Ling and Shen Baiyan said in unison.

Song Ling was inexplicably robbed of the conversation, her heart was very unhappy, she flew a roll of her eyes angrily, Shen Baiyan frowned slightly, picked up the wine glass and covered his glance with his sleeve.

……

"Brother ...... today.

Before Song Zhi finished speaking, the carriage jolted heavily, and Song Ling quickly supported her and stabilized her figure. He lifted the curtain and reprimanded, "What's the matter?" ”

"The slave should be damned, the snow covers the shallow pit, and I can't understand it for a while." Fu'an is not a slave who drives, it's just that Song Ling doesn't like to bring too many followers when he comes out, so he just lets him wear many hats.

"Brother blames Fu'an for what he does, and he can't see the pit under the snow." Fu'an had always followed Song Ling in his previous life and was loyal, and later Song Ling followed him when he went to the battlefield, and the end was also tragic. Thinking of this, Song Zhi couldn't help but distinguish a few words for him.

Song Ling was already gentle towards Fu'an, so she gently lifted the matter, lowered the curtain and said to Song Zhi: "What do you want to say?" ”