Seeing her standing at the door, Yuwen Xuancang immediately walked towards her, and with a shake of the wind, he took her into his arms.

She heard him say goodbye to the monk, and when she looked through the crack in the wind, she saw that the monk was also looking at her. The eyes were pure, but it made her shiver for no reason.

Then I felt the people around me hug me tighter.

"Is he the one you're going to show me?" She asked in a whisper.

Sitting on the horse, he was tightly protected by his chest, unable to blow a trace of wind, listening to him only "um", and then there was nothing else to say.

She only remembered that the monk in the dream seemed to say to Yuwen Xuancang that he could solve the spell of the thunder on her forever, but she didn't know......

"Jinling, when you were in the Liewang Mansion, how did you come here during a thunderstorm?"

In the dark, her expression was gloomy: "Every rainy day, my mother holds me, I thought she was afraid of thunder, but she didn't want to ......"

The embrace tightened tightly, and after a long time, Fang heard him whisper: "In the future, whenever it rains, I will also hold you......"

She approached the chest, closed her eyes, and for the time being, she didn't think about her determination, for the time being, she didn't think about the other women around him, and let her go quietly with him, only to him wholeheartedly, just like going back to the past when I really didn't know anything about it, and ...... What to do in the future? She didn't know, she only knew that everything that happened could not be changed, and she wished that this road would be longer, longer, and preferably never end......

I still remember the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, although her mind was dizzy, she also felt the bump on the horse's back, like a wind. And now the horse's hooves are clattering, crisp and loud, but they also seem to hesitate. But no matter how slow it is, it will eventually return to the place she does not want to go to. It's not so much that she doesn't want to go back, but she doesn't want to face everything she tries to shield.

"Crackling ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Dangdangdang......"

The sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums suddenly came, and although it was far away, it could be felt lively.

She hurriedly poked her head out and looked around, only to see a few dead trees sparsely dotted in the white expanse, but the bustle became more and more real, mixed with the jubilation of people.

Yuwen Xuancang suddenly showed a small head before meeting, and he was still looking around in surprise and eagerness, like a curious little rabbit under the wrapping of the snow-white wind.

"How about we go over there?"

He whispered in her pearl-adorned ear, and then she turned her head, her dark eyes shining with a jewel-like surprise in the whiteness.

"Really?"

"It's real!"

He smiled at the corners of his lips, and immediately turned his horse's head and galloped away towards the noise.

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It's a bustling bazaar, but it's not as well-organized as the streets of the Imperial Palace, and the people are dressed differently from the Imperial Palace.

The clothes are mostly fur products, long or short, the neckline, cuffs, and the edges of the robe are all turned out, and the waist is surrounded by coarse cloth belts, which looks vigorous and strong.

Men wear one or more braids with a fur hat on their heads, while women wear two braids to their chests, and their heads are decorated with pompom-like ornaments made of fur, and some wear fluffy crowns with tassels adorned with small fur balls on both sides, which sway next to their ruddy faces, looking lively and lovely.

"This is the Sura people, who live as nomads. Twenty years ago, the battle of Hanguang, the Su people were defeated, most of the Su people in the north faced our dynasty as vassals, and a small number of people moved into Tianhao in the early years because of the war, and the emperor ordered the household department to set aside this place for them to live, let them live according to their original habits. Today is New Year's Day, and it is also the Qinghe Festival of the Sura people, not only the Sura people, but also people from other places have come here to celebrate this festival......"

Su Jinling took a closer look, and really found that among the people with strong physiques and ruddy faces, there were many outsiders who looked relatively good, but they were all wearing solemn clothes and wandering in the crowd, and from time to time someone handed him a bunch of green seedlings. Some of them already have a large bunch in their hands, but there are still people who keep handing over the green harvest to him, while some have empty hands or only one or two sticks, and then pestering the person who sent the harvest to beg for ......

"Is there any way to say how much this Qinghe is?"

She wondered, but her body was light, and she was hugged by Yuwen Xuancang and pulled directly to a clothing store.

Oh, change your clothes and come out.

Yuwen Xuancang was dressed in a navy blue leather robe, not the slightest bloat, but even more heroic and upright. His black hair had been braided and hung down behind him, and he wore a cyan fox fur hat, the long fur that half covered his cold eyes, and his gaze became more and more dark.

She was dressed in a natural leather robe, knee-length, with dark dark cotton pants underneath.

Compared to the Sula woman, her figure was too slender, and even when she wore the smallest robe in the store, the shoulder sleeves were still so wide that she had to wrap the placket tightly and tie it with a belt.

The hair was also combed into two braids and hung down on the chest, two small goose yellow pompoms were tied at the end, and the hair was also hairpinned with a circle of fluff. She loved it so much that she kept touching the softness with her hands.

The corners of Yuwen Xuancang's lips were stiff, but there was a smile in his eyes. Taking off the snow white, he is even more heartwarming in this peace.

He raised his hand and placed a butterfly hairpin made of black gold paper wrapped around copper wire between her sideburns.

"What is this?"

She touched it, only to feel the butterfly's thin wings fluttering slightly. Looking at him again, there was a butterfly the size of a copper coin pinned to his hat.

At this time, several young women with ruddy faces crowded into the store. She couldn't help but widen her eyes...... There was a palm-sized black gold paper moth in their hair, and the woman who entered the door was even more exaggerated, almost surrounded by moths, butterflies, and grasshoppers of all sizes, and all the wings were shaking, which was spectacular.

On the New Year's Day of Tianhao every year, regardless of men, women and children, they all have to wear this kind of ornament to greet the New Year, called "noisy". Su Jinling has been confined in Qingxiao Garden for fifteen years, and there is only one person in a trance, Mo Yuan'er, who can only be indifferent to a series of festivals, so it is no wonder that she is extremely curious about the things that everyone is accustomed to.

The two were about to go out, the woman who was full of noise had no intention of looking over, her eyes fell on Yuwen Xuancang, and she couldn't help but be stunned, and then her eyes flashed wildly, and a woman accompanying her pursed her lips and smiled, and held a bunch of Qinghe and handed it to her. She walked over and handed Qinghe into his hands, but she didn't leave immediately, only looked at him boldly, and her face became more and more crimson.

Su Jinling's gaze changed from surprise to suspicion, from suspicion to anger.

“*&^^*&**&@%##%%%%#%&^……”

I don't know what Yuwen Xuancang said, anyway, it was a language she had never heard before, and then she saw the woman looking at her, and the heat in her eyes instantly subsided and burned again...... She saw that the emotion was called jealousy and resentment.

Before she could glare back, the woman turned proudly, and when she left the store, she glanced back at this side, her eyes full of anticipation and tenderness, but because of her heat, the tenderness suddenly boiled oil.

Su Jinling knew that this gaze was definitely not aimed at her, so she adjusted her anger to Yuwen Xuancang.

Yuwen Xuancang smiled slightly and put Qinghe in her hand. But she threw it to the ground in anger and went out in anger.

Yuwen Xuancang looked at her puffing back, and his face showed the only time in twenty-two years that he couldn't cry or laugh.

Su Jinling walked out of the store in a huff, but he didn't see him coming, so he looked back...... Several solemn women were surrounding him, giving him Qinghe one after another, and their eyes were burning so much that they were almost roasting the ice-like person.

If it weren't for the limited ability, it would have passed by stepping on the hot wheels a long time ago.

What kind of antiquity is this, these women are too open, right?

She was getting angry when suddenly a tall figure enveloped her.

When I looked up, I was facing a face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

The man was also a solemn person with a ruddy and healthy face, and he looked at her fixedly for a while, and suddenly took her hand and stuffed a bunch of Qinghe. She was accustomed to saying thanks, but the man suddenly gave her a big hug......

At the same time, I felt a cold wind coming from behind me, and when I looked closely, I saw that the big man had fallen to the ground, his face was full of inexplicability, as if he didn't know why he fell and how he fell. Yuwen Xuancang, on the other hand, stood casually, but a little cold light flowed out from under the fur that was blown by the wind on the brim of his hat.

This little commotion startled the people around, saying something that Su Jinling couldn't understand, and pointing at them.

Su Jinling hurriedly pulled Yuwen Xuancang, who had caused trouble and was still calm and composed, and put on a posture of who would beat whom, and left the place where the incident occurred.

She thought that she had escaped from the dispute, but she didn't want a pair of eyes to shoot coldly from the window seat of the restaurant on the street.

It was a pair of eagle-like eyes, cold and gloomy, but most of the murderous aura was hidden by a silver mask, only the corners of the cold and hard lips were obliquely picked, and the lips were a deep and resolute arc.

"Why did he get here?" A hoarse, cold voice seemed to be talking to itself.

"Sect Master, which one are you talking about?"

Sitting opposite the masked man, the man in a solemn leather robe, but with a fair and delicate face, followed his gaze.

"King Yu...... If I'm not mistaken. ”

The masked man withdrew his gaze, took the celadon bowl, and drank the spirits in one gulp. Then he wiped the wine dripping from the corner of his lips with his sleeve casually, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's still strong enough for Sula's wine!" ”

The fair-skinned man hurriedly picked up the wine barrel and poured another bowl: "King Yu? Emperor Jing Yuan is holding a great court in the Taiji Hall to accept the pilgrimage of envoys and ministers from various countries, why is he here? ”

"I think I'm meeting a little lover, right?"

"Little lover?" The fair-skinned man's hand shook, and the wine spilled outside.

"Waste!" The masked man whispered.

But it's no wonder that Lu Xiao was shocked, this King Yu has always been cold and indifferent, and he is a hidden master, but the smile that just overflowed from the corner of his lips was not easy to detect, but it was a sincere happiness, so that he almost thought that he recognized the wrong person.