Biansai, starting from the foot of Qilian Mountain, passing through the narrow strip of perennial snow at the northern foothills, after a long journey of more than 1,000 miles, the snow-capped mountains, grasslands, clear waters, and deserts reflect each other, and come into view, which not only has the charm of the southern country, but also has the style of the plug. In the silence of the grassland, the sound of horses' hooves galloped past from far and near, piercing the silence of the land.

The carriage is dressed in white, decorated very elegantly, with a nanmu body, carved beams and paintings, ingenious, and a copper bell hanging on the spine of the car. The coachman who drove the carriage looked like Lian Jiazi, named Qing Yu, with dark skin, thick beard, and a six-foot cyan halberd leaning behind him. In front of the right side of the carriage was followed by a brocade-clothed guard, named Zihan, about 25 or 26 years old, dressed in a purple black robe, with a plum blossom on the cuffs, a pair of eyes shooting cold stars, two curved eyebrows like paint, carrying a hundred-pound white jade star moon bow and crossbow on his left shoulder, and two thunderbolt whirling slashes inserted left and right in his waist.

A faint coughing sound suddenly sounded in the car, and a steady and magnetic middle-aged male voice came out of the car: "Qingyu, Zihan, let's stop in front." Qing Yu answered the call and pulled the two horses that were galloping, turned around and replied: "Master, after this snow peak, and then over Yanmen Mountain, we will return to the territory of the Great Song Dynasty!" I knew that I wanted to get out of the car and see the fertile soil again, and the car shook so badly that I just got down and rested. ”

Qing Yu let go of the reins and let the horse slowly move forward a few feet, got out of the car, lifted the curtain, and carefully helped the people in the car out.

Out of the car walked a middle-aged man in a plain white robe, dignified, elegant appearance, wearing a crown of vermilion jade hair, wearing white deerskin boots, full of elegance and freedom of celebrities and gentlemen, although the slender and slightly thin body leaned forward from time to time because of coughing, but a sick look could not hide his unique temperament.

"Look at my Great Song Jiangshan, the division situation since the Anshi Rebellion has ended, but losing the barrier of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun is like losing the shield against the attack of the tiger and wolf army on the Central Plains. Nowadays, there are the Western Xia of the Dangxiang clan in the northwest, the Dali of the Duan clan in the southwest, and the Liao and Jin in the northeast. The middle-aged man looked at the traces of the carriage and said: "When my fathers were young, this Hexi Corridor and Hetao area that was surrounded by foreign powers were still our Han people, but today standing on the same land, it has become a neighbor; I don't know if we can regain the things of our ancestors in the future, but we must hold on to every inch of land that we have left!"

"Lord, this is your ambition that has never changed! Now that the emperor is also interested in entrusting you with important tasks, we will definitely be able to 'break through'. Zihan jumped off the horse. It turned out that the middle-aged man was none other than Zhao Defang, the king of the Eight Sages, and he once again signaled to call him 'master' outside.

"I'm useless, my body is getting worse and worse, and the future depends on you young people to create it. The emperor was benevolent and righteous, and saw that I was weak and sickly, but he just gave me a tight spell with 'entrustment and heavy responsibility', asking me to return to Kaifeng quickly, but I didn't know that I was prodigal by nature and was used to the life of idle clouds and wild cranes. The Eight Sages King raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Yanmen Mountain, perhaps because of the cold wind, and he coughed even more severely than just now.

"Sir, take care of yourself. Zihan took out a white felt from the carriage and spread it on a big stone on the side of the road, turned around and helped Zhao Defang sit down. Qing Yu took the kettle and pastry and put it on.

After the Eight Sages King sat down, he smiled and didn't speak, his body bones were not yet weak, but the two children in front of him had been taking care of him very carefully, and he couldn't bear to refuse to care about his kindness. He had many women in his life, but unfortunately he left no heirs. Either he died of dystocia before he could fall to the ground, or he died tragically at the age of dying. This is also one of the reasons why he has a depressed temperament for many years, wanders all over the world, and does not care about government politics.

"Chestnut cake. When the Eight Sages King took the pastry, he was obviously a little stunned, Qing Yu saw this, and hurriedly explained: "Recently, the old man has been running around all night, losing his appetite, some of his face is yellow, and his limbs are tired and weak, so I specially prepared chestnut cake, which has the effect of strengthening the spleen and stomach--- I don't know that this is not suitable for the old man's appetite!"

"No, the chestnut cake is bright, fluffy, sweet and delicious, I like it very much. It's just that I haven't eaten it for a long time, and suddenly I'm pleasantly surprised!" The smile of the Eight Sages King became even more pleasant, and he tasted it lightly and said, "Well, not bad! If you add an appropriate amount of sesame seeds and corn flour to the pastry, drain the water, mix with brown sugar, make a cake blank, and steam it in a cage for 1 quarter of an hour, it can be eaten as a delicious breakfast, and it has the effect of nourishing and replenishing deficiency, strengthening the spleen and stomach." ”

When the words fell, Zi Han and Qing Yu both stared at him in surprise, and Qing Yu couldn't help but admire: "My subordinates are stupid, I have followed the master for many years, and I only knew that the master was proficient in the art of war, poetry, music, and metaphysics, and I never imagined that you, who were born in a noble imperial family, would have such a delicate study of folk pastries." ”

The expression of the Eight Sages King was indifferent, and he raised his sword eyebrows slightly, he suddenly realized what he had said, and smiled lightly, but there were many emotions in his heart: it was in Yanmen Mountain again, and it was the chestnut cake in his mouth, and it was when March was warm and cold. Time is like an arrow, I originally thought that twenty years of time would dilute everything, and completely stitch up the wound in the depths of memory, but I didn't expect it to be so fragile and exposed to everyone's eyes, even if things have changed, even if things are wrong, but this long-lost pain still reminds him of the name that has been sealed for a long time: Gu Xue.

Like, some people, even though they have already become passers-by in life, have always been piled up in the corners of memory, carefully wrapped, and forgotten with a lifetime. Because, love has no cause, no matter how long or short, close your mouth, and your eyes will speak, unless it comes to the day when you look at it.

Memories are reversed, even if the years are caustic and desolate, but they still can't extinguish the most beautiful youth that was once there.

The Eight Sages King can't remember that Gu Xue is the first woman in his life, because there is never a shortage of beauties around him, and he can't remember how they came together in the first place, only that he once truly loved, pursued, and was happy...... Her beauty is not the charm of the stunning city, not the lovely of the young and delicate, not the mature and restrained stability, but the gentle and hearty delicate--- like the orchid in the snow in the deep valley, fresh and beautiful, elegant and pleasant.