late snow

Song Fannian was nearly sixty years old, with a thick back and a heavy waist, and a golden knife and a big horse sitting on the main seat. When he saw Zhao Yue coming in, he laughed loudly and said, "Did your nephew rest well last night?"

Zhao Yue nodded and smiled; "Thanks to General Song's hospitality."

Song Fan signaled him to sit down, at this time Song Nan hurried in from the door, clasped his fists at Song Fan and said, "Father, are you looking for me?"

"My son came just in time." Song Fan signaled him to sit down, then waved away the other people in the room, and turned to Zhao Yue: "Your father Zhao Jian and I are brothers who have been worshiped, and we made an agreement back then. To be in-laws—”

Speaking of this, Song Fan's tone paused slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

Zhao Yue's eyes fell on the tall and tall Song Nan, and a trace of panic flashed across his face. Who knew that Song Nan looked beaming, and suddenly he became even more frightened. He immediately wanted to get rid of Song Fan's confused thoughts, "Song Nan The general is not—"

"I have a little girl who is twenty-eight years old, beautiful and fit for marriage." Song Fan said here, looking at Zhao Yue, "What did my nephew just say?"

"Ahem, it's nothing, it's nothing." Zhao Yue put his fist to his mouth and coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.

"I wonder if my nephew is interested?" Song Fan asked him with a smile.

Zhao Yue got up and saluted and said: "Thanks to Uncle Song's great love, it's just that Zhao Yue is now walking in the rivers and lakes, living alone with no fixed place, so he must be Miss Song's good match."

The smile on Song Fan's face faltered slightly, "It seems that the old man has climbed high."

Zhao Yue panicked and said, "My nephew doesn't dare, it's me who climbs high."

Song Fan sighed, with a sad face, even Song Nan didn't look so happy anymore.

Zhao Yue saw that the expressions of the two were not right, so he asked: "General Song... Is there something wrong with this matter?"

"It's not because of my nephew, it's just that the emperor proposed to take my little daughter Song Peng as his concubine. After thinking about it, I thought it was inappropriate, so I wanted to marry my little girl in advance. I just said that the two of them have long been in love..." Song Fan said with a sad face: "Seeing that the imperial decree is about to come down, but it has been a long time since I found a suitable candidate."

Zhao Yue said: "General, why don't you refuse?"

Song Fan shook his head and said: "This matter is not so simple. After the emperor ascended the throne, he has always regarded me as a thorn in the flesh. What's more, the emperor's harem is empty, not to mention the concubines, and there are not even a few beautiful ladies. It is rumored that he has some hidden disease. Peng Peng has a straightforward temper, and I'm afraid it will be bad luck if he goes in."

Song Nan murmured: "It's my fault. I was young and vigorous, and I offended the new emperor."

Zhao Yue asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"I beat him up." Song Nan scratched his hair, "I even spit on him."

Zhao Yue: "!!"

After being shocked for a long time, Zhao Yue came back to his senses, "Little General Song is talking about... the events before the new emperor ascended the throne."

Song Nan nodded sadly.

The current emperor, Zhao Qi, is the exiled son of the former emperor. He was found after wandering for more than ten years. It is said that Zhao Qi had just been released from prison at that time, but the little gangster turned into a son of a phoenix and a grandson. Bizarre twists and turns, he, a prince without any foundation, suddenly defeated the prince and the third prince who was in the limelight in the next few years, and ascended to the throne.

"But I'm not the only one who did it. Why does he only stare at the Song family?" Song Nan said unconvinced: "At least I just beat him back then, but Lin Yuan sent him to the prison with one sentence and let him eat three times." New Year's Eve!"

Even though many years have passed, Song Nan still feels aggrieved thinking about it.

Song Fan looked at him with hatred, "Lin Yuan is good-looking, so are you!? If you looked like Lin Yuan, I would have cleaned you up and sent you to Zichen Palace! That dog emperor came to harm your sister!"

Song Nan's face turned red from being choked by his own father.

Yes, Lin Yuan has done much more than him, but now he is very favored, and there are even rumors that he has an extraordinary relationship with the emperor, and the emptiness of Zhao Qi's harem is all because the youngest Shang Shulang is jealous.

Song Nan felt a chill at the thought of this place.

Although Zhao Yue has not been in the capital for the past few years, he has more or less heard of some romantic affairs in today's world, but he doesn't think that such a thing really happened back then.

Zhao Yue's mind turned quickly, and then he smiled and said: "General Song and the little general, please be patient. Although I am not good enough for Miss Song, there happens to be someone who is suitable—"

"If this good relationship can be facilitated, Miss Song's blessing will not be lower than entering the palace as a concubine."

Song Fan's eyes froze, "What does my nephew mean by that?"

"General Song, do you still remember King Pingyang?" Zhao Yue smiled slightly.

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Ji Huai stood by the frozen lake and sneezed.

Zhan Hua glanced at him, "Why did you take off the cloak?"

Ji Huai said: "Don't you want to go into the water?"

"With your frail and sickly appearance, I'm afraid you will float up in the next half." Zhan Hua said without turning his head.

Ji Huai was suddenly choked, and said unconvinced, "This lake is so big, how can we find Ji Yu's body?"

"There must be someone going down to look for it." As soon as Zhan Hua finished speaking, Nan Yu and Ming Ye flew down from the roof.

That's all for Mingye, Nanyu is a delicate-looking girl, it seems a little too much for her to go into the water to touch the corpse in the cold winter months.

Unexpectedly, Nan Yu's movements were smoother than Ming Ye's. Using her internal force to break through a large piece of ice, she jumped straight into the lake, making Ji Huai shudder.

Ming Ye followed closely behind, and after a few bubbles, there was no movement.

Ji Huai looked nervously at the lake, fearing that two new corpses would float up from the lake.

About half an hour later, Nan Yu and Ming Ye floated up together.

Nan Yu wiped the water from her face, and said to Zhan Hua, "Master, I didn't find it."

Two people climbed up from the lake, looking like two water ghosts, Zhan Hua signaled them to enter the house and change clothes.

"Did you find the wrong place?" Ji asked suspiciously.

"It's been more than 20 years, maybe it's buried in the mud." Zhan Hua said: "This Yizhuang must still be weird, and it needs to be investigated again."

Ji Huai agreed, but he was almost out of his wits from the cold. He sniffed and said, "Let's go into the house first?"

Zhan Hua glanced at him, "Now you know it's cold again?"

Ji Huai remembered that Zhan Hua tied the cloak on him before going out, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and leaned next to him and whispered: "You are really domineering."

Zhan Hua's brows moved slightly, and he stuffed his hands into his sleeves very consciously to warm them up, "How are you doing?"

"Not much." Ji Huai lowered his head and smiled, "I like it very much."

Zhan Hua suddenly felt that the sleeve was hot again, and was about to pull out his hand, but Ji Huai held it.

The two entered the room, and the unlucky gatekeeper who was knocked unconscious was tied up in the corner. The officers and soldiers guarding the house had already retreated back, and now they have occupied the entire Yizhuang—although there is nothing to be proud of.

Ji Huai looked at the gatekeeper who passed out, and said, "He doesn't look too young, does he know something?"

So the unlucky guy was woken up again.

Being tied up twice in two days, the gatekeeper could no longer panic. He looked at the few people in front of him with a bitter face, and said, "I really don't know anything. Please do me a favor and let the little one go." Bar!"

Ji Huai lifted up his clothes and squatted in front of him, and said kindly: "Old man, it's not that we deliberately make things difficult for you, but we have something urgent to do when we come to Yizhuang. We only ask you a few questions, so we won't hurt you. Life, okay?"

The gatekeeper immediately acted as if he had received an amnesty, and hurriedly said: "You ask, you ask, the little one will know everything!"

Ji Huai said: "How many years have you been guarding this Yizhuang?"

"Well, it's been a long time now." The gatekeeper thought carefully and calculated, "It's been about 30 years. I went to the battlefield early and left early, and my legs and feet are not very flexible. General Song missed the old love. He sent me here to guard the gate."

Ji Huai and Zhan Hua looked at each other, and continued to ask: "About 21 years ago, did a man named Ji come to Yizhuang?"

The gatekeeper froze for a moment, "Oh, 21 years ago, that was a long time!"

As he said this, he met Zhan Hua's cold eyes, and immediately lowered his eyes in fright, "I, I will think about it, I will think about it carefully."

He thought for a long time before he said slowly: "In the past 21 years, there has really been a strange person in Yizhuang. I still remember that the snow fell so hard that year that I was knee-deep when I went out. I burned in the room." He was warming himself by the charcoal fire, when he heard a hasty knock on the door—”