From Weicheng's Horseshoe Lake, there is Chengcheng, about two hundred miles away.
The wind and snow rarely stopped for a moment, and against the light sunshine, the snow-paved streets began to gradually become wet.
Perhaps this is because God has a rare eye and does not care about the rich and the poor. The cold wetness that enters the body eventually reaches everyone's body.
In front of the wealthy Li Mansion, two or three servants hurriedly took tools and carefully swept away the broken snow. One of the servants, perhaps accidentally, moved too much, and the wet snow water spread over it, just enough to cover a pair of delicate
There was no moisture under the deerskin fur shoes.
Immediately, the noble man wearing deerskin fur shoes raised his leg angrily and kicked the servant who came and bowed down in the snow.
The two servants nearby were so shocked that they bowed in a hurry, not daring to move.
"Mr. Feng, don't be angry. Today we are acquainted with each other in Li's house. Don't cause trouble." Beside your noble son, a gorgeous old woman whispered to her.
"I'll kill you dirty dogs later."
After rearranging his exquisite winter robe, the noble prince put on an elegant smile, hugged the gift box, and stepped into the Li Mansion.
Behind him, the little servant, who was all wet, made a low sound of pain.
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The huge Li Mansion, the small attic in the south wing.
Under the guidance of two maids, Li Xiaowan styled her hair into a solemn bun, put on a light blush and lipstick, and changed her skirt into a spring color.
"Miss, you look so beautiful today."
Li Xiaowan did not answer. She was not obsessed with the handsome look in the bronze mirror. Suddenly she remembered that day at the border, she was carrying a tiger shield on her back, covered in filth, and followed the little stickman to beg for her life and shout for beatings.
Crying to kill.
Suddenly, the circles under my eyes turned red.
"Miss, Mr. Feng has entered the house."
"I heard that Mr. Feng's father is a popular figure under Xiao Zaifu. If Miss, if this thing can be done, she will have a hairpin, and she will be worry-free for the rest of her life."
Li Xiaowan laughed and cried immediately.
It wasn't until an old woman from the Li family outside came in and called her a few more times that she stood up silently and walked to the main hall without saying a word.
Her grandfather Li Rucheng, father and mother were all sitting in the main hall. In the main hall, there was also a young man dressed in brocade.
"The sunset poem is full of snow all over the sky, and it is very spring when combined with plum blossoms."
The young man's pleasing poem immediately aroused the excitement of the whole house.
In Li Xiaowan's ears, the two sentences of the little stickman were still faintly echoing, "The incense array reaches the sky and penetrates the Changyang, and the city is filled with golden armor."
"Ah, Miss Wanwan."
Li Xiaowan nodded silently and sat down slowly, as if she had been frozen and her face was covered with frost and snow.
"Wanwan, even though it's cold today, Mr. Feng still spared no effort to come to the house to see you." Grandfather Li Rucheng's voice came out.
"know."
"How about you get up and go for a walk in the garden with Mr. Feng to enjoy the snow scenery."
"Just in time, I thought of a few poems about snow scenes and read them to Miss Wanwan."
"Miss Wanwan, you are so polite."
In the garden of Li's Mansion, plum blossoms were planted early when winter was approaching. After being carefully trimmed by the servants, they are now in full bloom.
Stepping on the cobblestone path, Li Xiaowan actually didn't hear clearly what Mr. Feng read.
"Miss Wanwan, I will plug in the hairpin for you."
According to Daji customs, if a man gives a hairpin to the girl and then helps the girl insert it, it is regarded as a promise of love. As long as the birthday is calculated on a certain day, he will immediately betrothal and marry in a big sedan chair.
Li Xiaowan coldly knocked off her hairpin.
"Miss Wanwan, my father Hu Xun is a popular figure under Xiao Zaifu. You are like this, you are like this, your ancestor will be angry."
Li Xiaowan turned her face and put on a rare smile. In just a moment, Hu Feng was mesmerized.
"Master Feng, come with me for a walk by the lake."
"Ah, very good. I would like to go with the beautiful woman."
After only walking half a circle around the lake, Li Xiaowan suddenly took a light step and walked towards the lake with a smile on her face. Probably due to the heavy snowfall in the past few days, Xiaowang Lake in Li Mansion had already formed a thick layer of ice.
"Master Feng, why don't you leave?"
"If, if I fall into the lake, I will have a fever and get sick. The medicinal soup will be bitter, and the sweet water will not be sweet in winter."
Li Xiaowan laughed sadly.
Among all the men in the world, there is no one like that little stickman.
She slowly hummed a song, stepped on the ice with light steps, and walked forward like dancing on the lake.
Her grandfather, her father and mother all hurriedly walked out of the main hall. No one could have imagined that a wealthy lady from a wealthy family would now seem to be suffering from mental illness.
On the lake, Li Xiaowan stopped. Under the cold winter weather, she lowered her head and looked at her lonely shadow in the reflection on the ice.
Inexplicably, I felt like crying again.
"Grandpa, you said you would find a heroic husband for me, but you have been looking for him for more than two months in the inner city and can't find him."
"Just like Mr. Feng, he is afraid of the pain even when he takes a mouthful of medicinal soup. But I saw at the border that there was such a man who, with only dozens of villagers, dared to fight with the Beidi people."
Li Xiaowan burst into tears.
Li Rucheng frowned, he knew who Li Xiaowan was talking about. But that little boss, even with the reputation of Guo surnamed Hou, still didn't match the family.
Furthermore, this is a choice. Choose Xiao Zaifu or choose a Hou named Guo. But the Hou named Guo is about to die of illness.
"My grandfather has been leading troops in wars for more than thirty years. Could it be that now, he is thinking about pursuing elegance and becoming an old scholar? If the soldiers do not defend the country, why should they shame the enemy with poetry and retreat?"
Li Rucheng's expression paused and he remained motionless for a long time. He recalled from afar how he had achieved great military exploits with one sword after another until he was granted the title of Beihou.
Deep down in his heart, he was looking towards the young Marquis. If not, he would not have visited him immediately when he returned to the inner city.
"Wanwan, don't talk nonsense, Mr. Feng has a distinguished family background -" Li Shuomo just started.
Li Rucheng's face was filled with anger, and he immediately picked up his son Li Shuomo and threw him into the snow.
"Tell me Wanwan, what do you want."
"Go to Ma Ti Lake in Weicheng. If you can't bring back your husband, I will marry you as you wish. Grandpa, don't forget that I am also a person who came back from the border. I have seen life and death, and I have held a sword."
"Okay!" Li Rucheng's face was full of joy. His son was useless, but his granddaughter had such courage.
"You go ahead. I am the Marquis of Dingbei, in charge of an army of more than 50,000 people. Even if the sky falls, I can hold it up."
Li Xiaowan rubbed away her frozen tears. Growing up, she never thought that she would be so rebellious.
"Tell that brat that if he doesn't agree, I will personally lead the troops and overthrow his village."
On the lake, Li Xiaowan nodded with red eyes.
"Father, if Xiao Zaifu knew about it, he would definitely be angry." Li Shuomo cried.
"He doesn't dare to make any mistakes."
"From today on, I am the young Marquis's son."
Li Rucheng raised his head and let out a breath of filthy air. After thirty years of fighting, he was walking on thin ice. To this day, his granddaughter's words are like enlightenment.