The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on the winding mountain road, sprinkled on the handsome figure on horseback.

Huo Zun drove a horse to the mountain road all night, and Xia Qian had already fallen asleep in his arms.

He looked at the thin figure close in front of him, and his heart set off a wave.

Born in Jiangmen, the armor has been worn for a long time, the body is cold, and the heart is hard.

If there is still a softness in his body and mind, it is the person in his heart.

In the past few years, although he didn't know how to be in love, he was used to taking her and protecting her.

The adults said they would be together forever, and he believed and remembered it, but suddenly the person was gone.

He was very unaccustomed to it, and his thoughts grew like long grass in his heart, increasing day by day, until he saw Xia Qian, he felt that the feelings he had hidden for many years had found sustenance.

When he first saw him at the city gate, he was so excited that he almost called out the person's name, but the fear on the other party's face made his galloping blood gradually calm down.

With a familiar eyebrow and an unfamiliar look, he used his sword to cut open her clothes on the left shoulder on the spot, because there was a red mole on the left shoulder.

However, Xia Qian had nothing on his shoulders, he looked at it in a daze for a long time, and walked away in frustration.

The next day, at a palace performance, he saw the familiar back and familiar temperament in her.

His little Yue'er once said that one day, she will combine tea art and piano skills to achieve a double masterpiece of tea and piano.

Six years have passed, and he finally saw it, but it was on Xia Qian.

After marrying her home, he found that he was completely wrong, Xia Qian was not only not his little Yue'er, but also very likely a spy in a foreign country.

He thought of letting go of her and staying away from her, but in fact, he simply couldn't do it, because the emotions he had suppressed for years needed too much to find an outlet for catharsis.

Xia Qian not only has similar eyebrows and eyes to her Xiao Yue'er, but also has the same hobbies, and he even saw a similar look in the bath that day.

Seeing her standing with Lu Jingheng, he panicked in his heart, and he was even more afraid of panic, lest she become a blue cloud in the night sky, and it would disperse as soon as the wind blew.

Xia Qian opened her eyes and found that they had stopped at a ferry port.

The riverside was already wet and cold, not to mention the biting northwest whistling, and she had just woken up three times in a row.

After Huo Zun dismounted, he chatted with the boatman for a few words and took her onto a boat carrying cotton.

"Shall we go back on this boat?"

Huo Zun explained while cleaning up the cabin out of an open space: "This river joins the Xuyu River, and all the way to the east, we get off the boat from outside the city, and then enter through the west gate. ”

Except for a palm-sized place that Huo Zun cleaned up, the piles around were full of wrapped cotton. Xia Qian looked at the cotton bales piled high in the cabin and frowned.

Huo Zun wrapped a cotton blanket and sat on the ground, smiling and handing her a big hand.

Xia Qian was stunned, and he sat in a large place, and she had no place to put her feet, so she could only sit on his knees with half her buttocks.

He leaned back with a smile, and a towering cotton bag above his head rolled down in an instant, and almost at the same time, he tore open the cloth bag with cotton with one hand and pulled Xia Qian into his arms with the other.

Before she could react, she only felt a cool breeze blowing from behind, followed by a soft cotton falling on her back, and the chill on her body instantly receded.

"After a night of mountain travel, I need a break!"

He put his arm around her shoulder, and the sound of even breathing echoed over her head.