Miss Fang and I each held an oil-paper umbrella and walked along the bank of the West Lake with the snowflakes flying.
In the snowy night, visibility is already very low, and there are almost no pedestrians on the road. The weak light reflects the flying snowflakes, sometimes revealing colorful colors, and sometimes it is pure white.
I then noticed Fang Ling under the oil-paper umbrella. She was dressed in white, extremely elegant, with delicate skin and a leisurely expression. She looked particularly pure and fresh in the white snow. In the light mist that drifted out from time to time, she looked as if she had descended from the earth.
This fairy is not tainted with the breath of the human world, and her spiritual energy is everywhere. Her spirit, beauty, and purity can no longer be described in words. It can only be said that this girl can only exist in heaven.
This is the first time I have praised a beautiful woman like this since I met Le Lingshan. I wonder if the two of them have too many similarities.
Fang Ling took a deep breath and said: "What a fresh air. I remember when I was a child, whenever it snowed, my brother would accompany me for a walk in the snow. I like snow very much and always feel that the snowflakes can clean the earth.
Purifying the air can purify people's hearts even more."
"Yes, this snowflake without any human breath can indeed make people's hearts clean. No wonder countless poets throughout the ages have spared no effort to write about snow."
"Well, it's just that I haven't been so at one with snowflakes in several years."
"I can see that you like snow very much, but it snows every year. You can still walk in the snow often."
"The snow is still there, but it's just my brother. My brother is no longer here." Miss Fang suddenly choked up.
I didn't know the reason, and I didn't know how to comfort him. I just walked forward silently with Fang Ling.
It was Fang Ling himself who broke the silence and said: "Four years ago, my brother traveled around the world and visited a friend in central Sichuan. He happened to meet Liu Zheng, a general of the Song Dynasty, who surrendered to the enemy. My brother was impatient. When he learned about it, he was furious and discussed it with his friend.
To assassinate Liu Zheng, although his martial arts skills were extraordinary, he was far from my brother's opponent. What I didn't expect was that Liu Zheng was protected by experts from Tianya. When my brother saw something was wrong, he rushed out with his friends, and right before me
When my brother and the others were about to break out, Zongbal, one of the four elders of the Tianya Temple, suddenly appeared. My brother and the others were not his enemies. Fortunately, his friends tried their best to hold Zongbal back, and my brother was able to escape, but he was hit in the back by Zongbal.
After Baal's palm, he was seriously injured. He fled to the Ouyang family in central Sichuan overnight, but...he died...and left. Later, my father went to central Sichuan to pick up his brother's ashes. From then on, I
I’ve never deliberately walked in the snow again.”
After Fang Ling finished speaking, he took a long breath and seemed to feel relieved.
"Your brother's loyalty to the country is more important than Mount Tai. Miss Fang does not need to be sad. Your brother is a good example for you and an example for me in the Song Dynasty. Although Liu Zheng was persecuted by traitorous officials in the court, there was a reason for it, but
No matter what, you should not betray your country and surrender to the enemy. If you become a traitor, you will definitely not end well. If it snows in the future, if Miss Fang doesn’t mind, I will walk with you in the snow."
"Well, does Mr. Huyan just have so much time?"
"Time is squeezed out. As long as you are willing, you will have time."
"Is time squeezed out? The young master's insights are indeed admirable, but..."
"Just what?"
"I just feel that the young master is like a stranger from outside the world. He is clearly right in front of us, but he is just elusive."
"Haha, silly girl, how could there be anyone out there?"
"Young Master, please call me Ling'er from now on. Stop calling me girl. My brother used to call me that too."
"I think it works. This sounds like a good idea. It's a deal."
Fang Ling chuckled and said, "What about doing business again? Always remember to make a deal."
I also smiled and said, "Can Ling'er also call me brother? Stop calling me son-in-law."
"You're a quick learner, okay."
"Ling'er."
"Brother." Fang Ling said softly, "Actually, many things will make you feel better if you tell them. Just like I have always suppressed this matter in my heart, after I told you just now, I felt a lot more relieved. I don't know
It’s about your old friend, but I think, brother, you are very sad in your heart, don’t hide it in your heart, people should always move forward.”
"Ling'er, thank you, brother is fine."
I also want to talk to someone, but I can't.
The snow has been falling, and except for the cold wind blowing, the surroundings are silent.
We didn't say anything, we just walked slowly, feeling the romance of the flying snowflakes and the freshness between heaven and earth. At this moment, I suddenly felt that the pace between me and Fang Ling was very coordinated and in perfect harmony.
"Brother, I'm leaving. I'm going back to my hometown soon. When I come back, let's go boating on the West Lake together, okay?"
Before I could say anything, Fang Ling rushed to say, "Don't talk about a deal." After saying that, he laughed and was already several meters away.
I looked at Fang Ling's leaving figure, and my brain seemed a little unable to react.
Is it Fang Ling or Lingshan?
Like a dream or an illusion.
As crazy as drunk.
I wish to sleep forever.
Until you come to wake me up.
"Sir, Miss Fang has left, it's time for us to return to the palace." Xiao Qi came up and said.
"Well, come back."
On the way back, Yuan Ji didn't say a word, he just paid attention to his surroundings, and his expression was not as calm as usual. After spending so long together, this was the first time I saw Yuan Ji feel a little nervous.
When he walked to the Shifeng Tea House near the palace, Yuan Ji seemed to be relieved and said: "Your Majesty, someone is following us along the way."
Xiaoqi looked around and said to himself: "Why don't I feel it at all?"
I asked: "Who is it? Could it be Fang Ling?"
"Sir, I think this girl Fang is not a simple person, but she shouldn't be her," Yuan Ji said.
"Oh, how do you know she is not a simple person?"
"Miss Fang seems to be very interested in the affairs of the world. Sir, do you think that an ordinary folk woman would care about these issues? But fortunately, she has no evil intentions towards the young master. The person following us has a strong aura and is not in the way of the minister.
So you guys didn’t realize that Miss Fang hasn’t reached such a state yet.”
"Haha, Xiao Yuan, your ears and eyes are still very good. It seems that you have made great progress over the years."
An old man wearing a Taoist priest's costume suddenly appeared in front of us without any warning, as if he appeared out of thin air.
"Sure enough, it's you." Yuan Ji stopped in front of me and said.
"Xiao Yuan, Pindao didn't come here to fight with you."
"Then why did the Taoist come here?"
"Xiao Yuan, you know that poor Taoists are good at fortune telling. I came here uninvited tonight, of course, to read the fortune of the young master behind you." The old Taoist priest said with a smile.
I laughed and walked forward and said, "Do you want the Taoist priest to read my fortune for me? Then let's do it."
The old Taoist priest's eyes flashed, his eyes stayed on me for a moment, and suddenly he laughed loudly and said: "It's true, it's true."
After saying that, he disappeared into the snow in an instant. If it weren't for the laughter left behind, I would have thought it was an illusion.