The carriage swayed, Qingrang sat on one side with the hand stove, she heard the joyful call of the child outside, and listened to the snow falling outside, Yu Zichen, who was originally resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, raised his hand to lift the curtain of the car, and Qingrang looked through it, it was really snowing, as big as a goose feather.

"This is the first snow of the winter in Kyoshi." Yu Zichen sighed, "I didn't expect it, I can still see it." ”

"What's so nice about this snow, I don't know how many people will freeze to death, if you have the mind, you might as well think about Nanxiang, there have been five snows there this year." Qing Rang shrank inside, not wanting to blow the cold wind.

Yu Zichen put down the curtain and felt a little funny when he saw her shrinking into a ball, "I thought you just didn't like poetry and books, but I didn't want you to be ignorant of interest at all, Nanxiang has you, I'm not worried." ”

"You don't have to elevate me like this, you and I only have a two-year appointment, and I can't take care of your Nanxiang for you for a lifetime."

"Now that your seventh brother has a family, after two years, you have no identity and no place to return, or I will suffer a loss, extend the deadline, and I will not treat you badly if I do things for me." Yu Zichen said casually, but he was cautious in his heart.

Qingrang didn't think about what would happen in two years, there was a person in all her plans, but that person was no longer in her plans, Qingrang raised his hand and lifted the curtain, looking at the snow outside the car, it was so dense but still so quiet.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold now?" Yu Zichen's voice was sarcastic, knowing that she was cold now, she could see the city wall through the curtain, this time she left, and he didn't know when it would come back, in Amaterasu, snow has always been a bad omen.

Kiyoyo closed the curtain, and the carriage suddenly stopped. Someone outside reported, "Young marshal, I don't know what is going on ahead, the city gate is suddenly closed, and no one is allowed to enter or leave." ”

Yu Zichen frowned, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and ordered, "Turn around and go back." ”

"Won't you wait?"

"The gate of Jingshi has not been closed for twenty years, and the last time was when the emperor died."

Qing Rang didn't ask anymore, she knew that something big must have happened, and he didn't know what was going on with Yu Zichen's expression.

The carriage turned around and went to Jingshi Yu's house, and on the way, he heard the news of confusion, and there were only three words - Queen Mother.

"How is that possible!" Qing Rang immediately covered her mouth and couldn't believe it, she still remembered that the last time she entered the palace, the queen mother's body was very tough, and there was no news of any discomfort in the palace, and there must be something strange about her sudden death.

"In Jingshi, nothing is impossible, you look at me well now, maybe I will die tomorrow."

"No, it won't." Qing Rangyi nervously grabbed Yu Zichen's arm, afraid that what he said would come true.

Yu Zichen looked at her nervous appearance, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and patted her hand, "I won't die so easily." I don't know what I suddenly thought, Yu Zichen leaned forward and lifted the curtain, "Turn around and go to the Hou Ye's Mansion!" ”

When Qing Rang rarely saw Yu Zichen in a hurry, the Queen Mother loved Fang Shijie the most, and now the Queen Mother's sudden death was the saddest fear of him, Yu Zichen was in a hurry to go to the Hou Ye's Mansion probably worried about him.

"Aren't you sad?" Qing Rang still remembers that story, the story of Proton, there are too many cruel people in that story, but only the Queen Mother has given them protection, this time it is also because of the Queen Mother Yu Zichen can come out of Puqing Temple, thinking that Yu Zichen's feelings for the Queen Mother may not be shallow.

Yu Zichen shook his head, "Don't be sad, leaving there may be a good thing for her, but I really want to know who is the one who can do this." ”

"I really don't know how true your words are." Qing Rang looked at his hand, the ten fingers of the clenched fist were about to enter the flesh, what he tried to endure was not sadness, but what he felt like this was unpredictable, but now he has some sympathy for him.