On the twenty-third day of the first month, the new snow is at the beginning of the day.

Crackling firecrackers rang out from the fifth watch, burning up the snow on the long street. The green smoke is steaming, and the ground is golden and red, and the sparkling carriages and horses slowly run over and stop in front of the Anping Marquis Mansion in red and hanging colors.

The cold wind gently rolled up, and the lantern with the big red character on the door shook gently.

The well-dressed nobles were welcomed into the mansion, followed by a congratulatory gift tied with red silk.

The wedding feast was placed from the hall to the vestibule, and the eyes were full of delicacies. The male guests drank tea on the east side, and the female dependents stood in the court and laughed, the pearls reflected the sun, and the brocade makeup flowers were shining like the fairy concubines of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.

The red plums in front of the court were covered with a layer of white snow, and the red clouds bloomed like waves under the clear blue sky.

"Look at this plum rui, as bright as gold, it really deserves the name of 'sprinkling gold cinnabar'!" A young woman sighed. "I heard that a new style has been cultivated in the palace this winter, and I can finally see it today!"

"I heard that on the day when the emperor ordered the little marquis to be the general, he gave embroidered spring knives and unicorn dragging, and also rewarded the little marquis with a hundred golden cinnabar plums to congratulate, which is really a grace of heaven." Another woman laughed.

"The little marquis recaptured our eighteen cities in Longxi and drove the Turkic bandits outside the Yumen Pass, no matter how much reward he can afford!"

The lady wearing the beaded emerald crown on the side smiled and took the hand of the lady in the middle.

"The eldest lady is also bitter."

The surrounding ladies were all sighing.

The lady looked no more than twenty-eight or nine, with a crown of golden beams surrounded by rabbit velvet. She was dressed plainly, with a peaceful smile on her face, and her eyes were kind but blank, looking straight ahead.

She is Song Zhaojin, the widowed sister-in-law of the little marquis and the only female relative in the family now.

Six years ago, the day the little marquis went to the battlefield was when his father and brother died in the Tiger Prison Pass.

Everyone in Beijing knows that Song Zhaojin's eyes were blind at that time.

"It's the second brother who fights." Hearing the sighs of the people around him, Song Zhaojin smiled lightly and said softly.

The lady who was holding her hurriedly smiled and said, "I should fight, what do you say about this on a happy day?" ”

"Yes! It's not that Mrs. Zhongshun Bo is unwilling, and she wants to marry our Hou Mansion for a long time, but unexpectedly, the little Marquis is bent on marrying Her Royal Highness the Princess, and she never wants Mrs. Bo! A female dependent on the side joked.

When the lady heard this, she also laughed and scolded: "Biased the tip of your teeth! On that day, the little marquis returned victoriously, and when he entered Beijing with a horse, who didn't see the handsome appearance, could it be that I was worried about it? ”

The officials and relatives around laughed.

While everyone was talking and laughing, there was a faint sound of suona drum music. There was a waiter on the porch who said: "Master Hou has come back from picking up his relatives!" ”

"So fast?" Someone asked.

The attendant gestured vividly: "Our Hou Ye is talented and martial, even the adults of the Hanlin Academy who are sending their relatives can't stop it!" ”

Everyone present was in admiration again, and the ladies hugged Song Zhaojin, laughing all the way to the front of the house.

As the drums approached, the guards of honor held by the officials could gradually be seen. The officials were dressed in fine clothes, holding incense burners and fans, and kept sprinkling silver coins among the people gathered on the side of the road.

In the midst of the joy, the guard of honor was half a mile long, until the curling golden silk Canaan incense spread from the street to the end of the street, and everyone saw the figure of thirty-two sedan chairs sitting on horses.

It's like the moon shining on the stars.

The red and gold-sprinkled wedding robe lined his body like a jade tree, and also made his sparse and handsome face more and more bright like a crown of jade. He straddled the fiery red steed, and his posture was erect.

The golden red joy reflected in his eyes, and the star-bright eyes were gilded with light.

Behind him, the joy was magnificent, and the red makeup was ten miles, like the glow of the sky behind the golden crow.

——

Fang Linyuan had never dared to fantasize about such a scene in his dreams.

The man he had admired for more than ten years after a glance at him, the man who supported him when he huddled in the cold night when he was hugging the cold soldier and huddled in the corpse-strewn field, the man who held his hand when his father was dying and made him feel sincere, the first person he thought of was now sitting in the sedan chair behind him.

Fang Linyuan had been riding a horse for more than ten years, and even his hand holding the reins was trembling slightly at this time.

Everyone relished his feat of asking to marry a princess in the Golden Palace, and there were also some people who ridiculed him for climbing the dragon and attaching the phoenix.

But he wasn't that brave, and he wasn't that calculating. In front of the Qianyuan Palace, when the emperor asked him what reward he wanted, there was only one thing left in his mind.

Ten years ago, he followed his father into the palace and saw her for the first time by the Taiye Pool. It was snowing heavily that day, and the third prince and the fourth princess sat in the pavilion with the stove in their arms, but they asked her to pick the plum blossom that was the tallest in the treetops.

The wind and snow were so big, but she was thinly dressed. The third prince said, as long as you say a word, the slut in the cold palace deserves death, and we don't want that flower.

But she didn't say a word from beginning to end, a small person, sweat-soaked hair stuck to her face, and only trembled to reach the wax plum.

Frost and snow fell all over her brows, shining.

Father said that the royal affairs should not be taken care of, but Fang Linyuan couldn't take his eyes off. He stubbornly waited in the corner by the pool, standing for half an hour.

He watched her finally pick the plum blossom, but the fourth princess casually threw the flower on the ground and let the palace maid trample on it.

Brightly colored wax plums were scattered in the snow, and she retreated quietly, no one paying attention to her.

When she bumped into Fang Linyuan around the corner, she couldn't stop shivering, and her hair was wet, like a bird shot down by snow.

Fang Linyuan took off his big coat in a muffled voice and draped it on her body.

She winced, her face drooping almost covered by the snow-white hair. But in just a moment, she pulled down the big piece and threw it back into Fang Linyuan's hand.

"This is for you......" Fang Linyuan said.

"It's your thing."

She raised her head, her pale face flushed with an abnormal flush, and a pair of eyes looked at him quietly, cold and stubborn.

The hoarse girl's voice echoed in Fang Linyuan's ears, and before he moved, she had already lowered her head and brushed away.

Fang Linyuan turned around and saw her little one, walking alone into the depths of the wind and snow.

The golden temple was like an indifferent god, obviously majestic and warm, but it stood still, letting her be swallowed by the wind and snow.

Fang Linyuan made a decision at that moment.

He wants to rescue a person from the layers of the palace that is full of snow.

——

Fang Linyuan's thoughts were gradually pulled back to reality by the sound of suona.

The snowfall in my memory gradually turned into copper coins and red silk all over the sky. The guard of honor gradually stopped in front of the door of the house, the clothes in front of the door were fragrant and the temples were fragrant, the guests were full of guests, and the eunuch of the celebrant was wrapped in a red silk around his waist, and sang loudly: "Press the sedan chair——"

Fang Linyuan dismounted, picked up one end of the red silk, watched the palace maid raise the curtain, and helped her down from the sedan chair.

Zhao Pu.

She had grown much taller, even taller than the women around her, and when she straightened up, she looked as tall as he was.

Men in the world preferred petite women, and her size was always criticized. Everyone in the world is that Princess Huining is glamorous in the imperial city, and her posture is closed, but she has a figure that is taller than ordinary men, which is really a bright jade.

But Fang Linyuan didn't care at all. She is an orphan girl who has nothing to rely on in the deep palace, if she is reborn weak and petite, how can she live?

What he favored was never the silk flower that grew from the tree.

He carefully held the red silk, and led her through the ground to the sound of drums and firecrackers.

She hesitated a moment as she straddled the saddle. Fang Linyuan knew that she couldn't see the road clearly with her head covered, so he hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand.

That hand wasn't as soft as a normal woman's. Its bones are slender and hard as jade, and it has a hard texture when held in the hand, and suddenly it looks like a man's hand.

It must be that she has endured countless hardships that others have not suffered during her days in the palace. Fang Linyuan thought to himself.

"Be careful." His muffled voice softened two points unconsciously.

I saw Zhao Xuan pause, and then stepped steadily across the saddle with his support.

And Fang Linyuan slowly tightened the hand that was holding her.

He wouldn't leave her alone in the snow again.

He took her hand, stepped through the door of the house, stepped into the hall, and walked past the blessed gaze of the guests, and did not let go.

——

The process of a wedding banquet has always been cumbersome.

After they worshiped the high hall of heaven and earth, Zhao Pu was sent into the bedroom, while Fang Linyuan wanted to stay to entertain the guests. By the time the full house was gone, it was almost the third watch.

He toasted a circle of wine, and was intentionally poured two more glasses, and when he returned to the door of Fuguangxuan, his vision was a little wandering.

The maids were already guarding the door, and there were also several palace maids and eunuchs standing, with solemn expressions, they should have come from the palace.

Looking at them, Fang Linyuan always felt that there was a bit of cold vigilance in their eyes when they looked at him.

It also makes sense. Fang Linyuan thought to himself. Zhao Pu is willing to take them out of the palace, and they should all be loyal servants of the protector.

"Master Hou, Her Royal Highness the Princess is already inside." Seeing him coming, Han Lu, the head of Fuguang Xuan, came forward.

Fang Linyuan snorted: "Have you prepared some snacks for the princess?" ”

"Master Hou ordered, we sent it immediately." Hanlu said. "But the princess did not take off her hijab, nor did she touch the fruit cakes we sent."

At this moment, it has been three watches, and after a day of tossing, it must be a starving bad person.

Fang Linyuan nodded, let them retreat, and entered the door alone.

This is the bedroom where he has lived for many years, and now it is dressed in red, red candles are flickering, and the bright word double happiness hangs quietly in front of the window. He walked around the antechamber and through the layers of red curtains, and saw the man sitting under the red tent.

She sat upright, very quiet. The red candlelight swayed gently on her veil, and the hands resting on her knees were white and slender.

The girl who was bullied ten years ago and was tough and cold is now the wife he is marrying.

"It's cumbersome to socialize, so the princess has been waiting for a long time." He stopped in front of Zhao Pu, his voice a little hoarse from the wine and affection.

Under the red candle, there is no third person. There was a distance of less than one step between the two, and Fang Linyuan was a little homesick for a while, and the hand on his side trembled slightly.

He cleared his throat and pinched his palms, disgusted for his cowardice.

It's time to lift the hijab first. With thought to himself, he turned back and took the gold rod on the table.

But just as he stretched out his hand, there was a faint sound of the rubbing of his robe behind him. The next moment, Fang Linyuan keenly felt a strong wind rising behind him.

Who!

Just a moment of hesitation under the influence of the strength of the wine, a subtle, sharp and cold touch was attached to Fang Linyuan's neck, which lay across the pulse of his neck that was beating suddenly.

It's a knife.

Then, he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind him.

"Don't make a sound, or you'll be dead."

It was a man's voice, indifferent and cold like melting snow on the top of a mountain.