When Black Eagle chased after him, Zhong Qingye had already disappeared. Even the traces of the carriage were covered by the heavy snow. He didn't know where Zhong Qingye went, so he could only follow what was written on the paper.
Find a place.【】
Because it was Zhong Qingye who left by himself, Black Eagle couldn't be sure whether she was in danger. He had no reason to send out soldiers to help search for her, and he didn't dare to seal the city gate rashly, just when he jumped anxiously at the south gate of the palace.
, the carriage Zhong Qingye was riding in had already run far to the northwest.
The journey lasted for an hour. The carriage did not dare to run too fast on the snowy road. Fortunately, the road was not bumpy. Zhong Qingye huddled on the carriage and coughed one after another. Fu Yan continued to pretend to be asleep, not humming from beginning to end.
He snorted, making Zhong Qingye almost wonder if the old man had frozen to death.
When the carriage finally stopped, Zhong Qingye opened the curtain of the carriage and almost shrank into his clothes due to the cold wind. He jumped down from the carriage with chattering teeth. He glanced at the vast lake in front of him and guessed this in his heart.
This is probably the Qianhe Pond mentioned on the paper.
But... what kind of pool is this? It's clearly Dongting Lake! What about Qianhe? She didn't even see a rotten lotus branch!
While he was complaining in his mind, Fu Yan also came down. After all, he was an old man in his fifties. Although he was in good health, he also had the characteristics of an old man who was afraid of the cold. He was not wearing a warm cloak, and his face was pale and blue, which made him feel particularly uncomfortable when he went up.
fear.
The boy tied the carriage to the willow tree by the lake, and the person disappeared in a flash. Zhong Qingye waited for a while but saw no sign of Fu Yan opening his mouth. Just when he was feeling strange, he suddenly heard a sound of water by the lake and took a closer look.
Only then did I realize that the boy had not left with his merits fulfilled, but had gone to the lake to get the boat.
It seems that their destination is really Qianhe Island in Qianhe Pond. Although Zhong Qingye still doesn’t know what good things are on that island, she definitely knows that in this kind of weather, she can go boating on the lake.
You are definitely looking for abuse.
She hesitantly looked at the curved awning on the boat, secretly wondering if she should wait for a sunny day before going. Anyway, she already knew the location of the lake, so she could come anytime.
While she was thinking about it, Fu Yan had already walked carelessly down the small stone steps by the lake, standing on the bow of the boat and looking at her coldly, with an obvious sarcastic question in his eyes.
The corners of Zhong Qingye's mouth twitched, and his scalp felt hot. He secretly thought that such an old man couldn't freeze to death. There was no reason for her to be less cold-resistant than him at such a young age. She just couldn't die.
With this thought in mind, she bravely stepped onto the boat. The cold wind on the lake was even stronger, and it was just picking every opportunity. When it blew over, it felt like it was cold all the way from her hair to her toenails. All the cells in her body were frozen. Zhong Qingye
I even feel that her blood must be cold now.
Damn! It’s really no place for humans!
She asked Qi Mu's mother several times in her mind, why not greet his father, because his father is also Qi Mo's father, that is, her father-in-law...
The boat followed the wind and moved very fast. It only took half an hour to reach its destination. When Zhong Qingye got off the boat, even his knees were stiff and he walked like a robot.
After sitting on the boat, they started walking. The boy did not get on the boat with them, but huddled in the cabin to keep warm, as if he was going to take them back.
Zhong Qingye felt slightly at ease. For such a small island in the middle of the lake, returning without a boat would be a dead end. However, Fu Yan was here, so he would not do anything stupid like dying together.
Follow Fu Yan and walk towards the island. This island is called Qianhe Island. Although Zhong Qingye did not reach where the lotus is, the plants on the island are lush and green. Many unknown big trees are very lush. Even
The deep green has not faded even in the cold winter, and there is a lot of green in the distance, which actually complements the scenery.
This walk lasted for another half an hour. Zhong Qingye didn't know how many forests he had passed through. Just when he felt more and more impatient, the faint sound of the guqin suddenly came from behind the forest in front of him.
The tinkling sound of the piano, as agile as flowing water, floats ethereally over the entire forest. The sound of the piano is like washing, clear and warm. It is playing an unknown tune. The melody is cheerful but hidden with longing and longing. Listen carefully.
The following is like the tactful murmur of a boudoir girl, full of unspeakable longing and sadness.
The person who plays the piano is obviously very good at playing the piano. The music that comes out is so melodious and so delicate that it can make people cry. But who would play the piano on such an isolated island?
Zhong Qingye turned to Fu Yan in confusion, but was surprised to find that a clear trace of distress and Nai flashed across his face. He sighed longly, shook his head and quickened his pace.
After turning around the last clump of branches, Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly opened up, and an exquisite small courtyard appeared.
The yard is really small, divided into east and west sides by a long river. The water in the river has frozen and is smooth. A small wooden bridge with a roof stands delicately on it, and the black top of the bridge has fallen.
A thick layer of white snow makes the wood look darker and more delicate.
Countless unknown trees are planted all over the small courtyard, densely packed but well-proportioned. Unfortunately, the green leaves above have all withered, and two solitary leaves are left on the dark brown trunks, crumbling and made of thick white snow.
While struggling, fine snow foam fell from time to time.
A small and exquisite house like a work of art stands at the back of the small courtyard. It is obviously very exquisite, and occasionally golden glazed tiles can be seen.
The surroundings are extremely quiet. In the depth of winter, there is not even a chirp of insects or birds. You can almost hear the beating of human heart.
In the silence, the curling sound of the piano seemed more ethereal and elegant, neither high nor low, floating in the courtyard in an unhurried manner. Zhong Qingye and Fu Yan stopped at the same time, and through the dense dark brown branches, they vaguely reached the opposite bank.
scene.
A small four-cornered pavilion stands like a painting in a field of snow-white, with bright red wooden pillars supporting the golden glazed tiles above. It is a royal row of extravagant style, and the faint gold flashes under the white snow, crystal clear like the sun.
There are regular stone benches and chairs in the pavilion without a warm cloth. A woman is sitting upright on it, her head slightly lowered, her eyes half-closed, and she is concentrating on playing the black guqin in front of her.