"I saw that the clouds at the head of the ridge were like covers, and the snow was like dust. Thousands of peaks, bamboo shoots, thousands of jade, thousands of pineapples, and ten thousand silver ......"

"Tang people's poetry is very windy, it seems to be true, even if it is cold in winter and degraded, it is really unattainable to write such a magnificent scenery......" Mr. Feng sat by the window, holding a book in his hand, but his eyes looked at the snow on the roof and treetops in the distance, and said attentively.

Mrs. Feng came out of the house at this time, holding a soft blanket in her hand, and when she saw her husband, Ying Ying smiled and said, "You, you dare to open the window on such a cold day, have you forgotten the instructions of the divine doctor...... It's not a joke to be cold......"

As he spoke, he put the blanket over him.

Mr. Feng grabbed Madame's hand before he had time to withdraw it, and he did not have the slightest intention of relaxing.

"Rumei, do you think my legs are really good? I haven't used them for fifteen years and thousands of days and nights, to be honest...... I didn't have this idea for a long time, and I don't have any regrets to have you by my side......"

Mrs. Feng wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, put her face to his ear, and whispered: "Brother Qing, don't say such discouragement, you will definitely be able to stand up again, what the divine doctor said......"

Feng Ziqing's heart was blown by the breath of his wife's words, his originally pale face flushed with a faint flush, and he suddenly grabbed his wife's hand and pulled her whole person into his arms.

Although Duan Rumei is not young, the years don't seem to have left too many traces on her face.

Her face is still so fair and charming, there is always a smile in her eyes, and even the small black mole under her red lips seems to show the maturity and charm of this woman.

If a girl's laughter is the wind of early spring that can melt ice and snow, then a woman like Duan Rumei is the scorching sun in midsummer, which will ignite the fire in your heart at any time.

It then spreads throughout the body......

There seemed to be a fire in Feng Ziqing's eyes, which burned all over his body in a blink of an eye, and he stared at his wife's face, and his breath began to become rapid.

"Brother Qing, don't, your body is not well...... No...... Can't ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were suppressed, followed by her husband's rapid gasps.

Soon, she already felt a hand burrow into her clothes like a snake, with a slight coolness.

This coldness couldn't help but make her hot body subconsciously stiffen, but she didn't refuse any more, because she knew that her husband had become extremely sensitive and fragile after years of torture.

Therefore, she is like spring water melting in her husband's arms, allowing her husband to keep exploring and kissing.

Outside, the sky hadn't fully lit up, and it was time for day to alternate between night and day.

The wind, I don't know at some point, quietly stopped.

The fog gradually rose, the sky and the earth were as new, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the branches in front of the window.

The early bird is preparing to spread its wings, and a new day is quietly waking up in the last silence.

The book that had been held in Feng Ziqing's hand had fallen to the ground at some point.

All that was left in the room was the sound of rapid breathing.

I don't know when, a string of wind chimes sounded outside the window.

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I don't know how many people have noticed that on the first day after the snow, the wind will definitely roll the snowflakes and fly all over the sky, as light as goose feathers, as if falling from the sky.

And the sky was mostly still overcast, standing in the middle of the flying snowflakes, letting the wind pour into the collar and letting the snowflakes fall on his cheeks.

At this time, the cold is polite and mild, and when the snow melts, there is a hint of coolness, which sometimes makes people feel happy.

The next day a mist fell, and frost fell on the branches and roofs of the houses.

The wind had stopped, but the chill in the air was no longer so mild.

As the sun rises, the mist gradually lifts.

A bird flew out of the forest and landed on the eaves, and I don't know if it was because of the cold of the frost and snow, it jumped and jumped, and finally spread its wings and flew away.

A long ice pick that had formed on the eaves of the house melted in the sunlight until it broke, and it fell straight to the ground, shattering.

At this time, the doors of every room in the compound were still closed, indicating that everyone had not yet risen.

It didn't take long for the yard to usher in the sound of hurried footsteps, and big families always have the rules of big families, even if they are as generous as the sea, but it is impossible to lose the rules.

The fourth uncle walked on the corridor in the back garden, and unconsciously came to the ethereal pavilion, saw the puddle of water outside the pavilion that had formed thin ice, and looked at the snow around him that had just begun to melt in the sun, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Then he looked up at the iron gate not far away, and saw that the big lock on the iron door was still intact, and he was a little relieved.

At this time, the old steward who often followed him hurriedly walked over, and when he saw the fourth uncle, he quickened his pace.

He didn't know what to say in the fourth uncle's ear, which made the fourth uncle frown.

The fourth uncle put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice: "The house has really been very peaceful recently......

"You go to the government immediately to report to the official, and at the same time...... Send someone to inform Su Quan...... After all, that's his daughter too......"

The fourth uncle's words were very concise, and after the steward said goodbye and left, he was still standing in the snow, looking at the couplet on the ethereal pavilion, and he was a little distracted for a while.

"The power is sharp, the clouds and the moon are ethereal, what is ethereal, and how can you get away with it......"

After saying this, he did not stop for half a minute, but walked to the front yard.

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In front of a room near the door, the door was now open, and the cold air was blowing into the room, making the place that should be full of warmth begin to chill.

Outside the house, at the end of the bluestone path, there were a few people, two maids, and a servant, all of whom craned their necks to look at the door.

One of the maids was still trembling slightly, obviously frightened.

The male servant asked, "Xiaoju, what happened inside, and why are you scared like this?"

The maid named "Xiaoju" had her eyes full of fear, her body trembled, she lowered her head, and said in a trembling voice: "Blood...... Lots of blood ......"

The male servant was also startled, took two steps back, and said, "Isn't Su Xiaohong who lives here? Could it be that she is dead?"

"I ...... I didn't ...... See clearly...... When I opened the door, I saw a pool of blood...... I escaped in fright...... "Xiaoju is still in shock.

"This ...... What's going on in the house lately, it's just been a few months away, why ...... again," another maid said with a sigh.

"Don't talk nonsense...... You have to wait for someone from the government to come to a conclusion......"

The voice of the fourth uncle suddenly appeared, and the three of them were almost frightened out of their souls, and when they turned around and saw that it was the fourth uncle, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak again.

The fourth uncle looked into the small courtyard, there were only two rows of footprints, and other than that, there were no other traces on the snow.

He frowned slightly, then squatted down and looked carefully at the footprints, only to see that the footprints were stepped on in the snow, and the traces were quite deep, which were obviously not left by the cloth shoes worn by ordinary people.

At this time, the outgoing steward was coming in from outside the gate with four men dressed in the appearance of an official palace, and soon arrived here.

The leader is the master surnamed Yuan who came last time, and the three people behind him are all Jurchens, with big shoulders and round waists, and waist knives on their waists.

The fourth uncle greeted him, hugged his fists lightly at a few people, and said, "It turned out that Lord Yuan came in person, I don't know how Cheng Zhutou ......"

Master Yuan smiled and said: "Fourth Uncle is polite, what kind of adult, it's just a master book, and it's just a master book, and it's just a matter of trusting adults, as for Cheng Zhutou...... He had other important matters, so after receiving the notice from the government, my lord asked me to come with these three catchers......"

"Naturally, I have to thank the adults for taking care of the house over the years......" The fourth uncle said politely with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and then turned sideways and gave way to them.

"Why is the fourth uncle so polite, since they are all under the rule of adults, everyone will naturally do their best to ...... anything" Master Yuan stroked his beard and said in greetings.

He didn't move himself, but gave a look to the three people behind him, and the three of them understood, holding the waist knife in their hands, and walked from the snow on the path to the small courtyard.

They first crouched down and carefully looked at the footprints left in the snow, and then avoided two lines of footprints and walked inside.

The three men entered the house, and after a long time, they came out, leaving two men standing in front of the door, and one of them came with a solemn face.

"Lord Bookkeeper, a young woman died in the house...... It was a sharp weapon that penetrated the throat bone and directly nailed the person to death on the wall, and the sharp weapon was ......" The man looked at the fourth uncle and several other people beside the main book, and did not finish.

The master bookkeeper nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, just say it......"

The man continued: "The sharp weapon is an iron spear head with a broken long rod...... It is still on the spot......"

The bookkeeper let out a long breath, rolled his eyes, and then said, "But what other clues are there?"

"Blood...... There was a lot of blood in the room, as if the killer had deliberately drained all the woman's blood, and then there were these two rows of footprints......"

He turned his head and pointed to the two rows of very clear footprints and said, "We compared the women's shoes, and there is a big difference between the two, the footprints in the snow are much larger than the women's feet, and they should have been left by a man...... And judging from the traces of footprints, it should be the combat boots of the middle-level and above officers in the Song Dynasty army......"

Hearing the Song Dynasty army, the expression on the face of the master book began to become solemn.

"This ...... Can you be sure?"

"It is certain that the three of us had followed General Hu Buye to fight in the Southern Dynasty before this, and we are all too familiar with the deployment of the Song Dynasty's army...... the man said with great certainty.

After hearing this, the master turned to face the fourth uncle and asked in a deep voice, "Fourth uncle, who has served in the army in the house?"

A gust of wind blew suddenly.

The door not far away was blown by the wind, making a "creaking" sound.

The three subordinates behind the fourth uncle seemed to be taken aback, and their faces were a little pale.

The fourth uncle still couldn't see any expression on his face, his back was still rickety, and his eyes were so deep that even Master Yuan, who thought he had read countless people, couldn't see any emotion.

Master Yuan was waiting, waiting for the fourth uncle to answer his question.

This matter is related to the affairs of the army, in fact, in his heart, he does not want such a person to appear in Wanfu, because it is likely to cause some unimaginable major events.

However, in front of the Jurchen servants, he could only ask.

The strange thing is that the fourth uncle didn't know if he was thinking or what, and he didn't rush to answer.

And at this time, bursts of mournful cries came from outside the gate.

Obviously, it can be heard that it is an old man who is full of vicissitudes of life.

The fourth uncle slowly turned around and faced the direction of the door, he naturally knew that it was Su Xiaohong's father who was crying outside the door, the Su Quan who wanted to take Su Xiaohong away, but was rejected by his daughter.

He himself may not have imagined that when the father and daughter met again, they would be separated forever.

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