Outside the house, the wind and snow continued, and the ground of the small courtyard was covered with snow. Because Qingyan and several women loved this snow scene very much, they deliberately did not let the next person clean up the snow.

The snow wasn't deep, just as thin as your boots. Song Yi held the handle of the knife tightly, and swung it out vigorously one after another, slashing in the air and rolling the snow flying, and hitting the long knife in Fuyao's hand made a heavy sound again and again

Fuyao frowned slightly, bearing Song Yi's powerful knife slash, she didn't know what Song Yi had to slash in this snow, but she knew that he was in a bad mood.

Yes, the cold hilt of the knife has been warmed by his hand, and pieces of cold snowflakes occasionally fall on his brow, but Song Yi didn't care about these at all, his eyes looked cold and empty, just a knife slashing out

Several women, a little suspicious, leaned on the windowsill and looked at Song Yi who was trampling the snow in the small courtyard, and didn't understand why he seemed so abnormal since he came back from hunting.

And those guards, naturally, had to be told by Song Yi, and they didn't dare to say a word.

Song Yi himself didn't understand why he was doing this, but he felt that there were too many complicated emotions in his heart, and he couldn't unravel them, so he could only use this sharp knife to swing it out.

Finally, Fuyao couldn't withstand his continuous slashing, took a step forward with his feet, and then smacked Song Yi on the chest with the back of the long knife

At the windowsill, several women exclaimed!

Song Yi took a few steps back, clutched his chest and gasped, then sighed and said, "Don't practice, let's eat." ”

Fu Yao snorted, threw the long knife casually, and it happened to be inserted into the scabbard of the guard at the gate of the small courtyard.

Song Yi casually pinched a ball of snow, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then turned around and returned to the house.

Qingyan then beckoned everyone to eat together. The table was a hearty one, wafting out a strong aromatic meat smell with the heat, and several women in the family, each with their own strengths, made this table of various colors of game stew.

And there is a small hot pot on the table, which is stewed with muntjac meat, hare meat and other delicacies, the soup on the left floats with a layer of red chili oil, and the right side is a cool soup color, the aroma of meat overflows from the soup, the soup noodles are blistered, just wait for the dish to eat

Such a sumptuous scene should have been a very beautiful scene, but because Song Yi's expression was not so high, a group of people could only restrain the kind of casual behavior on weekdays, worried about upsetting Song Yi.

This is one of the few scenes in the Song Mansion.

Suddenly, Xiao Wushuang wanted to cry because he was too quiet, and Qingyan coaxed the child. And Song Yi also seemed to have just woken up from his confusion, and asked Qingyan to hand over the child to herself, so that she could eat better Then, Song Yi coaxed the child, and the atmosphere finally became harmonious, and several women began to talk about interesting things and eat a meal deliciously

At night, the women were playing games around the stove at home, but Song Yi tightened the mink on his body and went out.

When Song Yi walked out of the small courtyard, several women suddenly stopped and looked at each other quietly.

Huang Ying sighed with some concern, "What's the matter, husband, after coming back from the hunting ground, he looked a little sullen, obviously we were still fine when we left."

Everyone looked at Qingyan, because in the past, only she understood what happened to Song Yi best, but at this time, Qingyan also frowned and sighed helplessly, shook her head and said that she didn't know anything.

Xu Chang asked suspiciously, "Did you receive any bad news from the capital?" ”

Qingyan shook his head and said, "It's impossible, you see that when he receives bad news, he comforts us, where would he need to borrow a sword to vent like today?" ”

Liu Celadon was pregnant and sat in the warmest corner, but she suddenly realized that she exclaimed, "Isn't it that he is bothered by these things, but women?" ”

Suddenly, several people all turned their heads to look at Liu Celadon with surprised eyes.

Huang Ying said with a puzzled look in her eyes, "Can't you?" Could it be that he met a woman in the snow who was more beautiful than a few of us? No, no, no. I don't believe it, it's not right here in Youzhou now! The entire Yanyun side is mostly poor, where can such a powerful person hook him? ”

Xu Chang suddenly said with some suspicion, "It's impossible to say, but it seems that he has never been troubled by anything other than emotional matters!" Come to think of it, he's not even afraid of the emperor."

"Then when has he ever been troubled by feelings again," Huang Ying replied strangely.

Suddenly, several women fell silent, thinking about each other, thinking about it carefully, it seems that Song Yi doesn't seem to have much trouble in this regard, because several of them have him in their hearts, and although the process is different, it is not very troublesome

Liu Qingci thought that Song Yi dared to draw a sword to the Son of Heaven for her in the palace, what would a person like him be troubled by?

For a while, several women were speechless, but they suddenly felt that they had never understood the world in Song Yi's heart

In the snow, there was a creaking movement.

Fuyao suddenly appeared in front of Song Yi and stopped him, and asked strangely, "What are you looking for after wandering around this city for a long time?" ”

"Enemy tracks."

Fuyao frowned and said, "Enemy tracks? Do you have an enemy around here? But in this icy and snowy place, even the people of Liaojin would not choose such weather to attack the city, right? ”

"Who says it won't, it's always good to be more vigilant." Song Yi said lightly, in fact, he also knew that he was not looking for any enemy, but just wanted to know if Yan Mingzhu would still be around after Lu Dao.

Before, he walked very simply, but then he began to realize that he was a little worried!

Seeing that his expression was insincere, Fuyao couldn't help but sneer and said, "You liar!" If you want to be more vigilant, you can ask the scouts to investigate, and you've been a little weird since the hunt, I think you look like you're looking for someone? Or wait for someone? ”

Song Yi smiled bitterly, thinking to himself that he was really looking for her?

But for what? Is it just because the way she cries is different from every woman? Or maybe you just think she's pathetic?

He didn't know.

This feeling is not as fiery and persistent as when he first liked Liu celadon; It doesn't seem to be respectful with Qingyan, it's not like the obsession with Huang Ying, and it's not like the ease and pleasure with Xu Chang

On the contrary, this feeling is very heavy and depressing, and I don't know where the road is, but I seem to be looking for it.

"Isn't there something weird about me now?"

Song Yi was stunned for a while, and asked Xiang Fuyao with a long sigh.

Fuyao nodded and said, "You tell me, I don't have to tell them." At least say it, it's better than you are now, that's what you taught me! ”

Song Yi looked at Fuyao in some surprise, and suddenly realized that she looked much more mature.

Standing in the snow, she no longer looks like she can only be described as beautiful, but - beautiful!