The next day, the sky was bright and clear, and the white snow reflected the bright sun, which made people unable to open their eyes.
Leng Changxi clung to her little husband's arms from the moment she got up. It wasn't until the moment he had to leave that Mrs. Leng finally pulled her off his body.
Madam Leng held her in her arms and stood at the gate, looking at the back of her young husband as he walked away, against the desolate sky, feeling as if something had been lost and empty in her heart.
A group of people are riding horses in the ice and snow. The leader is just an eight-year-old child. If you look at it from a distance, it really looks like a monkey in a suit. But the solemnity of this group of people is very impressive.
I couldn't laugh. Not only were the guards guarding the child, they were all very careful, but even the child was extremely serious. His cold face carried a sense and alertness that transcended his age. Upon closer inspection, it was really...
It will make people feel distressed.
Because it was winter, the time and speed for walking during the day were limited. The trip that originally only took two days ended up taking three days. He estimated that he would arrive in Beijing in about two days. Zhao Yuan was careful along the way for fear of
Something will go wrong. After all, I have a special status. In such troubled times, death is a common occurrence.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Zhao Yuan urged everyone to hurry up and find an inn before dark, otherwise they would have to sleep in the cold and snowy mountains and forests.
"Cuckoo!" A small pigeon call suddenly came from the quiet forest. Hearing the sound, Zhao Yuan's tense face showed a deep smile for the first time.
He reached out and grabbed the dove that was hovering above his head, took out a piece of paper from a small bamboo tube on its feet, and then put it back into the sky. The dove was already a spiritual master, and he followed it.
The road quickly disappeared into the sky.
Zhao Yuan slowly unfolded the note, which was densely packed with details about Leng Changxi's life. With the word "Chen" in the signature, he naturally understood it in his heart.
After reading the note over and over again, he still couldn't bear to put it away. Every time he read it, he seemed to see Leng Changxi's cute, round, red face.
She had only been away for three days, and he could not help but think about her deeply. Her soft body, with the unique fragrance of a baby, would always make him unable to put it down. Just thinking like this, Zhao Yuan reluctantly
He couldn't help but laugh out loud. If Leng Zhanchen knew what he was thinking, he would definitely not let him off lightly, even if they were both less than ten years old together.
"Master Yuan, it will be troublesome if the sky gets dark. We must speed up." The guard Yun Ting on the side looked up at the sky, but couldn't help but interrupt Zhao Yuan's interest in reading the note and reminded him dutifully.
He said: "There is a small town three or four miles ahead. If you enter the town before the town gate, you can find an inn to rest."
"Yes." Zhao Yuan nodded, carefully put the note into his arms, and held it tightly against his inner clothes. He suppressed his smile and drove the horse forward. In an instant, the shadow of the eight-year-old child disappeared from his body.
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Finally, the group of people drove their horses and galloped, and finally saw the small town. Just when they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they saw the town gate beginning to slowly close.
Zhao Yuan gritted his teeth and sped up the horse. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child. It was not easy for him to run wildly on a horse for so long. The pain all over his body reminded him that he must persevere.
Yun Ting saw the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his heart tightened. He was still sweating profusely on such an icy and snowy winter day. It seemed that he had really reached his limit. He couldn't help but admire this child in his heart.
"Wait a minute! Someone is going to enter the town!" Yun Ting took a deep breath and kicked the horse's belly hard. The horse galloped out quickly, and he ran ahead of everyone towards the town gate that was about to close, trying to
Let someone hold the door open for them.
However, at this moment, a detailed and sharp sound of breaking wind came in the direction of Zhao Yuan. After two "whoosh" sounds, the mournful sound of a horse was heard.
Zhao Yuan's horse suddenly stopped, raised up high and kicked forward, staggering, and fell him into the snow. Then, the horse kicked forward and fell into the snow. In an instant, it was crystal white.
The snow surface was dyed with blood lotus as bright red as fire.