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After less than two days of rest in Chang'an County, everyone bid farewell to Zhao Jianyong and Lian Jingzhi, and hurriedly embarked on the official road back to the capital.

After this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, it is now the twelfth lunar month, and it will be New Year's Eve in only [-] days.Calculated now, even if the horses and chariots traveled all the way without any delay, it would be close to Xiaonian when they returned to the capital.

After walking for more than ten days in a row, everyone finally set foot on the boundary of the capital city of Longxiao Kingdom.Just after noon, the sky began to snow heavily, and it fell to the ground one after another, decorating the quiet mountain road into a piece of plain silver.

The weather is getting colder, and even a light breath can bloom a white mist in front of my eyes.Wrapped in a fine fur cloak, Lan Jing held a copper-carved stove in her hand. Even though the charcoal fire in the car was burning, she was still shivering in the biting cold wind that kept blowing into the car windows.

Li Xuan put down the book of war in his hand, gently lifted off the thick brocade cloak on his body, raised his hand, and wrapped him tightly in his arms from his side.Thick palms wrap around Lanjing's arms, allowing him to rest comfortably on his chest.

"It's almost the end of the year..." Lan Jing was startled for a moment, then relaxed her body and snuggled into his warm embrace, and said lazily, "Finally someone will accompany me this year." It's time to watch the old age..."

"I'll be with you every year from now on." Li Xuan felt sore in his heart, and couldn't help but hug him a little tighter, but thinking of their situation like a trapped beast, he still hesitated to add, "As long as I'm still alive." ..."

"..." Lan Jing heard the words, quietly raised her head to look at his sharp chin like a knife carving, and the thin lips that were tightly pursed, but she didn't know what to say for a moment.Self-preservation in adversity is still a luxury, not to mention they are still hiding in the shadows and planning to shake the tree. Who knows what the scene will be like next year?

Let's just live with it...

Lan Jing held his hand silently, interlocking his fingers tightly, Li Xuan smiled and closed his eyes, and kissed his forehead tenderly.

Outside the carriage, the flying snow was mixed with gusts of cold wind, ruthlessly slashing across the side of the face and the back of the hands, it hurt like a knife cut.

Qiu Yang held the rein tightly, but his fingers were already a little purple from the cold. He squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the tall city wall that gradually came into view from afar, feeling that all this made him both strange and sad.

Immediately entering the capital, leaving that remote fishing village by the river alone and coming to the most prosperous city in Longxiao Kingdom was an encounter he had never imagined.But this is also the first time he left home, the first New Year without his father.

At this time in the past, he was cleaning that dilapidated small room with his father, and replaced the kitchen god on the dark stove.Although the family is poor, they will always have a few hard-to-find meals these days. If the year is good, there will be a few pieces of braised pork made by my father...

But now... his father is dead, and the dilapidated courtyard and the fishing boat with mottled scars were abandoned by him by the river.It's the Chinese New Year, everyone else is going home, only he left his hometown and came to this place that doesn't belong to him.He looked up at the gently fluttering brocade curtains on the carriage, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. Even though this New Year he could live in a warm house, have enough food and clothing, and not worry about his livelihood, he would never live in a warm house. It won't taste like home anymore...

Ling Feng originally followed at the end, but when he saw Qiu Yang not far in front of him raising his hand from time to time, rubbing the back of his hand that was a little purple with cold on his face, he suddenly realized that during the festive season, he misses his relatives a lot, Maybe he is homesick now? !

Unlike Qiu Yang, he lost his family since he was a child, endured humiliation in the filthy brothel, and struggled to survive in the cruel and bloody training.In his mind, there is no longer anything with warmth, New Year's Day?Love?To him, all good things are just a fleeting moment...

In sight, Qiu Yang quietly wiped away his tears again, and his thin face became more and more red in the cold wind.Ling Feng rode his horse to follow him, turned his head to look at his eyes that were still full of tears, tore off his black cloak from his body, and threw it into his arms with a light flick.

"Homesick?" Ling Feng looked at his evasive eyes, teased with a smile, "If you cry for a while, your face will freeze."

"Ling, Brother Lingfeng..." Qiu Yang sniffled hurriedly, lowered his head in embarrassment, and whispered softly, "I, I didn't cry..."

"Hahaha..." Ling Feng didn't care about his embarrassment at the moment, and laughed to himself, "Well, it's probably because the wind is fascinated, you should put on your clothes quickly."

"Then... what about you?" Qiu Yang hurriedly raised his head to look at him, and asked back with some embarrassment.

On such a cold day, he took off the cloak to himself. At this moment, only a set of black coarse military uniform was left on his body. It was windy and snowy, so he was about to freeze to death!

"I'm not as fragile as you." Ling Feng waved his hand at him, then purposely hurried a few steps to the wheel of the car, and turned his head to look at Ning Yu.

However, he acted as if he hadn't seen Ling Feng, and he was still driving the car without looking sideways. His expressionless face was now as if frozen, without any emotion.

Ling Feng could only shake his head bored.

This guy is quite similar to that wooden Chu Xiao.No matter how long you have known each other, you will never know how many things are hidden in his heart...

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The carriage slowly drove into the gate of the capital, and the extremely familiar scenery rushed over with a breath of New Year's Eve.In the market, every household is cleaning the house, decorating the hall, inviting the kitchen god, and preparing new year's goods. The people walking through the streets and alleys have a sense of joy in the corners of their eyes and brows.

Lan Jing sat by the car window looking at all kinds of New Year's goods in the street market, suddenly became very interested in playing, and immediately knocked on the wall of the car to stop the carriage, then dragged Li Xuan to the stalls involuntarily.

Since he moved away from the palace, the housekeeper Qi Min has been handling all the New Year's events alone, so he has been sitting in the Chenghuan shop all day long doing nothing.What to eat, what to give, what to use, lonely, so he recruited one or two child prostitutes and concubines to drink with him to relieve boredom, but seeing their fawning faces, he always felt a little lack of interest.

Now, after all, it is different.

When I think of drinking fine wine, enjoying fireworks, and cuddling with each other to watch the New Year’s Eve with my loved ones on New Year’s Eve, even seeing those red lanterns and firecrackers and door god couplets at this moment, I feel warm in my heart.

Unknowingly, he went to a few new year's shops, and Li Xuan's hands were full of all kinds of small things.Exquisite New Year pictures, Spring Festival couplets of folk customs, door gods, peach charms, spring stickers, New Year's gift boxes... These things that he usually didn't bother to look at in front of Lan Jing, but now he picked them with great interest.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and in the evening there was already a thick layer on the ground. Li Xuan looked around, worried that it would be unsafe if the sky was too dark, so he finally pulled back his face and tricked Lan Jing with a bunch of candied haws he bought himself. Back to the carriage.

"Is it so delicious?!"

The carriage passed through the market and headed slowly towards Prince Jing's mansion. Li Xuan watched Lan Jing eating alone with a face full of intoxication, and finally couldn't help asking in a low voice half curious and half ironic.

"Of course it's delicious." Lan Jing raised her hand and brought the red fruit to Li Xuan's mouth, staring at him intently, her big beautiful eyes were shining brightly and alluringly, "If you don't believe me, try it !"

Li Xuan turned his face away, frowned in disgust and said, "I don't eat things that only children eat."

But having said that, the curiosity in my heart has not diminished at all.

He grew up in the Northwest Military Camp, and things like candied haws probably only appeared in other people's conversations. When he came back to the capital, he realized that as a young commander, he had already passed the age where he could eat candy unscrupulously.

Therefore, this "food only eaten by children" has become one of the regrets that he will never be embarrassed to try.

"Then I'll eat it, you can eat me." Lan Jing tilted her head and thought for a while, and suddenly got a general idea of ​​his curious and face-to-face entanglement.Then she simply turned around and sat straddling his lap, hugged the slender neck, bit off a bright red fruit from the bamboo stick, and held it in her mouth alluringly, and sent it to him.

The sweet and sour kiss spread slowly between the lips and teeth, Li Xuan was held in his arms, aroused a little emotionally.Little by little, he swallowed the candied haws he fed into his stomach, then suddenly he held his neck firmly with his hands, and covered his lips aggressively and seductively, until the kiss Deepen, deepen again...

The noise outside the carriage gradually subsided, and the road surface suddenly became extremely smooth. Not long after, there was a sound of respectful prostration interrupting the lingering relationship between the two, and the car slowly stopped in place.

"Welcome the prince back to the mansion!" The steward Qi Min's steady and powerful voice sounded outside, and everyone else echoed in unison.

Qiu Yang rode his horse and followed Ling Feng. When he saw the grand gate and gorgeous courtyard of Prince Jing's Mansion, he was already a little bit at a loss, but now he was so frightened by the situation in front of him that he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"Return to the Palace of Chenghuan." A clear voice came out from the curtain of the car. Lan Jing was pressed against the wall by Li Xuan, her eyes were covered with mist. Hearing shortness of breath.

"Yes." Ning Yu replied in a low voice, but her expression was still indifferent and neither happy nor angry.He lightly waved his horsewhip, continued to pass through the stewards and guards of the palace on both sides, and slowly drove towards the backyard along the flat green brick main road in the mansion.

Ling Feng turned his head to look at Qiu Yang who was already stupid beside him, smiled and patted his back and curled his lips and said: "My lord may not care about arranging your errands at the moment, you go back to the Shadow Guard Hall with me first Well, take a good rest today, and I will take you to ask for instructions tomorrow."

"Uh... um..." Qiu Yang's eyes suddenly dimmed, and after a long pause, he finally lowered his eyes slightly, and replied cautiously, "Thank you, brother Lingfeng."