Keep personnel [Zhou Sheng as before]

It was windy and snowy outside the house, but in the study of the Prince's Mansion, the Boshan furnace exuded bursts of sandalwood, the fragrance was lingering, and the warmth was overwhelming.

Beside the desk, Xiao Yan and Huan Yu sat opposite each other, chatting with each other.

Huan Yu asked, "What did the imperial physician say?"

Xiao Yan stared at the situation on the chessboard, and slowly dropped a sunspot. Hearing this, he said softly, "The longest is still half a year. As for whether he can live longer, it depends on his personal fortune."

Huan Yu chuckled, "Your tone is really indifferent."

"It's my limit not to hate him," Xiao Yan said, "It's really impossible for me to care about him."

Huan Yu glanced at him, and said again: "I thought you asked to marry General Feng to please your father."

Xiao Yan: "Sir, you think too much."

"Forget it." Huan Yu held Tang Pozi in his arms and sighed, "Even if you have the heart, you may not be able to wash away the bad luck."

Xiao Yan: "Sir is a transparent person."

Huan Yu was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly smiled bitterly, "Sometimes, I think you are somewhat similar to that old friend."

That old man is Zhou Shengchen. Over the years, whenever his name is mentioned, there will always be a sense of sadness in their hearts. This kind of sadness cannot be compared with that of Qiu Riguhong, so they tacitly say no. , only call it by an old friend.

Xiao Yan pondered for a while, and asked, "What's the similarity?"

Huan Yu replied, "Stubborn."

Xiao Yan: "If you say I'm stubborn, I won't refute, but isn't it inappropriate for Mr. to judge the old man by this?"

"I admit, I don't necessarily know him better than you." Huan Yu looked into his eyes and said slowly, "But can you guarantee that you never thought he was too stubborn?"

Xiao Yan frowned, thoughtfully.

Frankly speaking, there have been.

Although he has only been friends with the old man for a few short years, Xiao Yan thinks that he knows him very well, and knows that he has the righteousness of his family and country in his heart, and no one can shake him. Even if he is accused of rebellion, he has never complained .

At that time, Feng Qiao cried bitterly and begged him: "Master, I beg you to be selfish for a while, come with us and leave them alone."

But in the face of life and death, he still chose to abandon his sword and retreat.Because of this stubbornness, he failed to die on the battlefield, but died unjustly by the treacherous conspiracy of the court, which is very sad and deplorable.

"Forget it, let's not talk about the heavy past." Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Huan Yu changed the subject, "Why don't you tell me how you fell in love with General Feng."

Xiao Yan glanced at him, and said with a teasing smile: "Sir, if you are interested in the affairs of men and women, you might as well continue to experience it for yourself."

Huan Yu laughed, "Do you think that I, like you, can gather wives and concubines and be romantic?"

Xiao Yan: "But that day I clearly heard my husband say that I am a 'lonely person'."

Huan Yu dropped a white piece, and said slowly, "I've accepted it."

The outcome of the chess game has been decided, Xiao Yan smiled modestly, "Mister's chess skills are really superb, I admire you."

At this time, a servant came to report: "Your Highness, there is a Feng girl outside the mansion asking to see you."

Xiao Yan said joyfully, "Quickly ask her to come in."

The servant should say "yes" and turn around to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Xiao Yan suddenly stopped him, "Don't go, I will meet her personally."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly put on his cloak, snatched Pozi Tang from Huan Yu's arms, and went out to meet Feng Qiao.

Huan Yu shook his head and laughed.

Outside the gate of the Prince's Mansion, Feng Qiao wandered around with her head down, looking at the footprints she had stepped on on the snow, connected together like a string of beads.

She thought that there would be no snow in the southern country, but last night the temperature dropped sharply and it was extremely cold, so it began to snow.When I went out this morning and saw the snowflakes, for a moment, she felt that she had returned to Xizhou.

After waiting for a long time, someone came towards her. She thought it was a servant from the mansion who was talking back and forth, but when she looked up, it was Xiao Yan who caught her eyes, standing upright.

"Why are you here?"

Xiao Yan held her hand, feeling as cold as frost, he frowned, and handed Pozi Tang to her, "Put it in his arms and cover it."

Feng Qiao had never seen this thing before, so she couldn't help being curious, "What is this?"

Xiao Yan: "Mrs. Tang, you can keep warm from the cold."

Feng Qiao smiled and said, "It's kind of interesting."

Xiao Yan was speechless.

Her words seem to be lacking. In the past, facing the majestic and splendid Taiji Temple, she said "somewhat interesting", but now she also said "somewhat interesting" when she saw ordinary objects.

"It's cold outside, let's talk when we have something to say."

After entering the Prince's Mansion, Feng Qiao looked left and right, Xiao Yan thought she was looking for Huan Yu, so he said, "Sir is waiting for us in the study."

Feng Qiao let out an "oh", still looking left and right, not looking at the road.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan suddenly understood something, and sighed helplessly: "The groups of wives and concubines have already been dismissed, and I am still alone now."

Feng Qiao was startled, and looked up at him, "You can read minds?"

Xiao Yan looked down at her, "I can read you."

Feng Qiao: "..."

When they arrived at the study room, there was no one there, Xiao Yan changed his mind and realized that Huan Yu wanted to let them be alone.

Feng Qiao was puzzled, "Didn't you say that Mr. Huan Yu is here?"

"He probably has something to do, so let's leave first." Xiao Yan poured her a cup of tea, "Drink tea first, to warm up."

The tea was not boiling hot, Feng Qiao raised her head slightly and drank it all in one gulp.

Xiao Yan poured her another cup and asked, "Why did you come to see me?"

"I'm going back to Beichen." Seeing his dazed expression, Feng Qiao continued, "But before I leave, there is one thing I want to confirm with you."

Xiao Yan: "What's the matter?"

Feng Qiao leaned on the coffee table with her elbows, and looked at him with her hands on her chin, "Although I touched my head and hugged others, I still want to know, do you really like me and want to marry me?"

But Xiao Yan said: "Instead of doubting this, you might as well think about what real benefits I can get if I lie to you."

Feng Qiao thought about it carefully, then shook her head, "I can't think of it."

Although she is Zhou Shengchen's apprentice and a general of the Nanchen King's Army, that was only in the past, and now she has no power and power, and she is "General Feng" in name, but in reality her name is vain.She really couldn't figure out what Xiao Yan wanted her to do.

"I can't think of it because I don't have one." Xiao Yan paused for a moment, then emphasized, "I didn't lie to you."

Feng Qiao nodded clearly, and then she asked: "Then... when did you start liking me?"

Her eyes were originally clear, but now with an expectant smile, they were a little clearer than usual, as if there was light.Xiao Yan exchanged a glance with her, and hurriedly looked away.

Xiao Yan: "Is this question important?"

"It's very important." Feng Qiao looked serious, "It's so important that if you refuse to answer, I won't marry you."

Xiao Yan was speechless for a moment, not because he was unwilling to answer, but because he didn't have an answer in his heart, because he himself didn't know when this feeling was born in his heart.Perhaps it was the moment when she subconsciously shielded her from the rain, or the night when she was wearing a peach pink dress and smiling lightly in front of his eyes, or... the heart fell in love with her when they first met.

Northern Chen Xiandi was right, although he had shaved his body, he still had a heart of fate. He never really let go of worldly things, and he had been wandering around for many years, and he never let her go.

Feng Qiao: "Why don't you speak?"

Xiao Yanfu looked at her again, and heard every word clearly: "I don't know when I fell in love with you, I only know that this feeling is getting deeper and deeper, so deep that I would like to marry you."

When Feng Qiao heard this, her heart throbbed, as if she had no place to rest.

She lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly.

Xiao Yan: "Laugh if you want to, why hold back?"

"Who said I want to laugh?" When she opened her mouth, a smile overflowed from her words.

Xiao Yan also laughed, but this smile seemed more or less helpless and doting.

Feng Qiao: "Since it's confirmed, I'll take my leave first."

Xiao Yan: "..."

Seeing that she was about to step out of the study, Xiao Yan called her at the right time: "Feng Qiao."

"Huh?" Feng Qiao turned around and asked him, "What else?"

After asking, he was suddenly taken aback.

Did he call her "Feng Qiao" just now?

Before she could recall carefully, Xiao Yan had already walked slowly, until he stopped in front of her.

"What, what's the matter?" While speaking, she retreated unconsciously.

Xiao Yan: "You haven't told me whether you like me too."

Feng Qiao nodded lightly, her voice was soft and cautious: "I like it very much."

Although he had already guessed her affection for him, Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel happy when he heard her utter these words with his own ears. In addition to his joy, he hugged her into his arms and put a light smile on her brow. kiss.

"When the spring is warm and the flowers bloom next year, I will go to Beichen in person and ask the emperor of Beichen to marry you to me."

Feng Qiao looked at him steadfastly, and when she heard that her eyes were hot, there were hints of tears, but the corners of her lips curled up, "Okay, I'll wait for you to marry me."

The author has something to say:

Pretty girls are so stupid in matters of men and women, and only a "monk" can move them.