In the winter of this year, when the end of the year approached, the snow in Tianshan was sealed with extreme thickness. For more than half a month, there was no trace of people on the ancient road. However, the atmosphere in Jincheng was unprecedentedly lively.

Just before the heavy snow was sealed, the last batch of winter supplies from Hexi were delivered in time. In addition to a thick cotton jacket, a large cart of fish and meat, as well as various fruits and vegetables that were rare in winter here, which were abundant in quantity and enough to survive the winter. The merchants of Nakubira expressed their gratitude, and after returning, they also sent people to Jincheng to send many gifts, including several trucks of grape wine shipped from huge wooden barrels.

The grape wines in the Western Regions have always been known as tributes, and they are precious because they are rare. On the day before the New Year, in Jincheng, sheep were killed and cattle were cooked. The city lord gave them wine, and the soldiers were allowed to drink it. Everyone laughed and celebrated the New Year, and they stopped until late at night.

Winter goes and spring comes, and the ice and snow melt. A letter from Tianshan was sent to the hands of the young man in Shangjing Palace.

The letter is Mu Fulan's handwritten book.

She said that everything was fine and told him not to worry. The weather was getting warmer and the roads were open again. When there was nothing to do, she often went out and walked out. Unlike when she came and left in a hurry. Now that we went deep into this place, we realized that the magnificence of Baoshan and the abundant goods were not described in writing. A few days ago, she met the first group of business travelers from the east on the road this spring. When chatting, she learned that the court issued a document to continue to reduce taxes at the beginning of the year, and the people had to

Hui, thanked Tianxiang, she was quite pleased and told him that he should not work too hard while working hard. He also said that the people in the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains regarded the white yaches as a magical animal and thought it was auspicious. Last year, when the snow was blocking the mountain, a soldier caught a white yaches injured in the wild and took them back to the city to offer them to her. After she cured the white yaches, she took advantage of the spring warmth to release it back to the wilderness. When the white yaches were gone, they seemed to be human. After looking back several times, they drifted away.

In the letter, she told her daily life in that place, just like gossip, without mentioning the man in a single sentence. She only attached a geographical map of the north and south of the Tianshan Mountains painted on a parchment scroll at the end of the letter, saying that the person who drew the picture took several years to travel through every pass and river, and made this picture. The circled points in the picture were recommended to place a place for daily use by the court.

The boy read the letters over and over again, put them down, picked up the roll of parchment paper, spread them on the table, looked at them for a long time, then got up, and took out a narrow object wrapped in cloth from a sandalwood box.

He untied it layer by layer until it was laid down, revealing the sword with blue cloud patterns that he knew very well.

He slowly drew out his sword, crossed his face, and looked at the black eyes reflected on the blade, and his eyes gradually turned red.

...

In June, these days, it is the best time to pick a herb called Zidancao. In a few days, the medicinal properties will be greatly reduced as soon as the flowers bloom. Xie Changgeng left other things and specially accompanied Mu Fulan out of the city to collect herbs. The two set out early in the morning, rode to the foot of the mountain, and put their horses to eat grass. Xie Changgeng asked his fellow travelers to wait at the foot of the mountain and climbed up the mountain with Mu Fulan.

Under the snow line, the stream was gurgling and wild flowers were everywhere. The two of them were half picking herbs and half looking at the scenery. Before they knew it, most of the day passed. Xie Changgeng seemed tired when he saw that she was climbing the mountain. There was a flat stone in front of him, so he asked her to sit and rest.

Mu Fulan sat on the stone, hugging her knees and staring at her husband's back as she climbed rocks and collected herbs for him, and gradually became ecstatic. After a while, she saw him coming, came to her senses, hurriedly went down from the stone and greeted him.

"Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll go find it for you again." Xie Changgeng asked her.

"It's enough, let's go down the mountain."

Mu Fulan took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her husband's forehead.

Xie Changgeng took the opportunity to lower his head, kissed her, and said, "If you can't walk, I'll carry you down." His tone was a bit intimate and teasing.

Mu Fulan smiled, then pushed him away and said, "Who wants you to carry it!" As he said that, he picked up the medicine basket and walked away, but saw him standing still, staring at her with his eyes tightly behind her, and took the bow and arrow with his backhand.

She turned her head along his sight and saw a deer coming from the stream on the other side of the hillside. Her fur was beautiful. She stopped by the stream and was lowering her head to drink water.

Xie Changgeng had already bent his bow and arrow and aimed at the elk.

His archery technique was hit every time. When the arrow went out, what else would be better for this prey that he bumped into?

Mu Fulan hurriedly held his wrist: "It is a doe. In this season, the doe's birth date has not long passed. If there is a deer, the mother and son will not be able to meet again. Don't ejaculate it."

As soon as she finished speaking, a deer popped out of the bushes, chased the doe to the side, and drank water. The doe turned her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the hair on the deer's face. The mother and son were intimate and had a moving situation.

Xie Changgeng was stunned and slowly lowered the bow and arrow. Seeing her looking at the elk and son by the stream, her eyes were not blinking. Until the doe left with the deer, she still looked in that direction, not daring to startle her. After a while, when she turned her head, she reached out and gently held her hand: "Let's go, go back."

Mu Fulan nodded softly and followed him down the mountain. The road seemed a little dazed and tripped a little. Xie Changgeng held her quickly and held her hand. He stopped in front of her, lowered his body slightly, and said softly: "You have been picking medicine for a day, I'm tired, I'll carry you a few steps." Without saying a word, he carried her on his back.

Mu Fulan did not refuse anymore, her face pressed against the back of his neck, and without saying a word, she quietly leaned on her husband's generous back.

Xie Changgeng took her so much and steadily went down the mountain.

The two returned to the city and it was already dark. They returned to their residence. After taking a shower, Xie Changgeng carried her to bed, lying with her head, staring at his wife by the pillow.

She looked like a lotus and smiled and said, "What do you think of me like this? It's not the first day to see you."

Xie Changgeng gently stroked her cheeks. "Lan'er, do you miss Xi'er today?"

He hesitated, "If you really think of him, I will send you to Hexi tomorrow. You can come back whenever you come back, I will wait for you."

Mu Fulan was silent for a moment and said softly: "Today I saw the elk reminded me of the scene when Xier was a child, and I felt a little moved by the scene. Don't think too much."

Xie Changgeng stretched out his arms, took her body into his arms, and slowly hugged her tightly.

Mu Fulan snuggled in her husband's chest, listened to his heartbeat, and closed her eyes.

The night gradually became deeper, and his beautiful wife was already asleep. Xie Changgeng thought about how she saw the moose and her son intimately get along during the day, and could not fall asleep for a long time, for fear of disturbing her sleep. He quietly got up from the bed, left the house, stood in front of the steps, and while looking at the moon and pondering, he heard the sound of slapping from the yard.

He walked out of the courtyard and went to open the door. Seeing that it was the servant, he said that the city gate had just passed the message. A young man came outside the city, claiming to be the son of the city lord's wife, and came here to visit his parents and asked him to pass the message.

Xie Changgeng's figure calmed for a moment, as if he had just come to his senses. He turned his head suddenly, as if he was about to go in. Suddenly, he stopped again, turned around again, left the gate, got on the horse of the doorman who came to report the news, and drove him toward the city gate.

He rushed to the city gate, turned over and dismounted, and rushed out of the city gate without stopping.

A young man, the night outlined his thin and slender figure, and the moonlight shone his handsome and elegant face. He stood quietly by the road, looking at the man who appeared behind the city gate and was running towards him. At almost the same time, he walked towards him.

"Xi'er!"

Xie Changgeng called him, and his voice sounded low and steady at first glance. However, if you listen carefully, it would not be difficult to tell that there was a trembling voice in his voice and his excitement.

The boy stared at him.

"Father, I'm here to visit my mother," he said.

"In addition to visiting my mother, I also want to tell you that the man named Xier has never forgotten the time he came here when he was a child. He once asked you why this place was named Jincheng. He remembered that when summer comes and the snow melts, the sun shines, and when you stand on the snow peak and look down, the city seems to be covered with gold, so it is called Jincheng. Father, you said that as long as he wants to see, he can come at any time..."

"Summer is here. I wonder if you are willing to take me to see the beautiful scenery here as if it is covered with gold?"

The boy's voice choked and he slowly knelt down to the man in front of him, and kowtowed to the ground.

Xie Changgeng stepped up quickly and brought the young man up from the ground.

He looked at the boy in front of him, his eyes gradually became hot, he raised his hand and held his shoulder tightly, and whispered: "I will take you to see tomorrow. Let's go, go see your mother first. She remembered you today, and I coaxed her for a long time before she fell asleep."

The boy quickly wiped his eyes, nodded, and followed him into the city.

...

The boy stayed in the city for three days.

On the third day, he was going to go back.

Mu Fulan sat in the carriage and sent him to the end, and finally arrived at the end. In front of him was his place of residence, and then he stopped.

The boy bid farewell to her, got off the carriage, looked back at the woman in the car behind him who was still watching him, and whispered to Xie Changgeng: "Father, I'm back. You must protect my mother and protect her for the rest of your life."

Xie Changgeng also turned around, glanced at him, and nodded with a smile.

The boy finally got on his horse and left.

Mu Fulan watched the boy's back gradually fade away. When her husband came back and got on the carriage, she asked him: "What did you say just now?"

Xie Changgeng looked at her beautiful red eyes and hugged her in his arms: "I promise Xier to protect you well and have peace and joy for the rest of my life."

Mu Fulan leaned into her husband's arms and slowly closed her eyes.

That night, the two of them seemed to be newly married, and they were entangled until late at night before they stopped.

Mu Fulan was so tired that she was so tired that she was reluctant to sleep and asked him to tell him a story.

He thought for a while and said yes.

"...It's about not knowing which dynasty or which era, the court is close to its ambition, and the vassal kings in the world are in chaos. There is a young man from a water bandit, whose surname is Xie and whose name is Changgeng. At a young age, he became a giant bandit on the river and ordered heroes. But he was ambitious, cruel, and had some ability. How could he be willing to be born as a bandit for a lifetime? He had long been determined to ascend the world and plan the position of the emperor. In order to achieve his goal, he put his ideas on the prince of the Changsha King of Dongting, and wanted to marry her as his wife, and use this as a rank to enter the officialdom..."

Mu Fulan was so dizzy that she was sleepy. She yawned and said vaguely: "Don't listen to this... I know everything later... You change one..."

Xie Changgeng touched his head curled in his arms and coaxed him: "If you listen, it will be different afterwards."

He continued, "But she said that the princess of Mu was only thirteen years old. Although she was a little girl, she had already worshipped Junshan Yaowen as her teacher and learned medicine from him. That day, she went to Junshan to find Yaowen. Before she arrived at the Yaowen, she was told that Yaowen was visiting and wanted to go down the mountain first. How could she know that in the Yaowen, the ambition of crossing the river under the moonlight last night, came on a black boat, and was sitting opposite Yaowen, who was sitting on a tea-making man. He was nervous and finally waited for her to appear, and he wanted to chase her out immediately?..."

Xie Changgeng said, but before she could hear her reaction, she lowered her head and saw that the person in her arms had fallen asleep.

He laughed, stopped, stared at her sleeping face for a moment, covered her with a quilt, and hugged her to sleep.

At that time, thousands of miles away, beside the cliff of Junshan, Dongting, on the old cypress that was once reborn after being thunder and fire, the night bird quietly nested.

The bright moon is in the sky and the breeze is bright.
Chapter completed!