Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

It is not easy for the lady to go out. Chun Yang prepares a hot water bottle, a charcoal grill, a hot water bottle, the thickest cloak hidden in the cupboard, high leather boots with double-layer wool, thick woolen gloves, a felt hat, a wind and snowproof face towel, and facial ointment. He puts them on the stove one by one to smoke and warm them. Ji Lao Er follows beside her to help hold up a corner of the clothes, his little hands holding them tightly, busy like a little top.

Chun Yang's heart softened. He turned over the baking shawl and urged the person who was about to pull the corner off: "Le Le, it's almost time. Go see the teacher."

"Auntie Chunyang, why didn't my brother-in-law take Lele with him?" As she spoke, the person who had been busy for a long time began to shed tears again.

Chun Yang: ...your brother-in-law wants to take your sister with him...

"Le Le, the teacher is here." Qin Xiuyuan stood at the door and called out. Hearing her persistent words, he couldn't help but scold her, "It's been so long since I left the house. How many times have I waited for you to come back from playing? Can't you wait for me even once today?"

Ji Shou, who had just come out of the study, quickly picked up the still aggrieved Ji Lao Er and said, "Son-in-law, I'll take Lele over."

Ji Laoer had no choice but to accept the defeat, but he was obviously angry. He raised his fist and started hitting Ji Shou's shoulder. Ji Shou didn't take it seriously. He saluted and prepared to quicken his pace and leave.

"Ji Shou." A familiar female voice.

Qin Xiuyuan looked at the person who came out, touched his nose, and made way.

"Miss." Ji Shou secretly said badly, and hurriedly turned back to put down Lele who had stopped hitting people. The two stood side by side inside the door, and the other two waited outside the door. Lele looked up and touched her sister's eyes and quickly hid her right hand that was hitting people.

"Five hits on the sole of your right foot with a ruler, two meals of hunger, and three days of being forbidden to leave the martial arts gym."

Watching the ashen-looking Ji Lao Er following Ji Shou away, Qin Xiuyuan shook his head. No wonder Shu Shu disliked his noise and thought raising a child was too stressful.

"Why are you shaking your head? She likes you so much."

Wangshu walked into the bedroom, and Qin Xiuyuan followed up to explain: "Lele is a child, she likes whoever plays with her."

The bedroom was small, and Chun Yang, who was busy drying clothes, felt a little cramped. Unexpectedly, the general spoke faster than his wife, "You go down first."

The door closed, and Wangshu picked out a set of pink earrings, rings, bracelets, and jade pendants and placed them by the stove. The person roasting clothes picked them up and playfully tossed them into his collar, warming them with his body. "That's fast."

Wangshu was amused by him and pulled the socks in his hand, "Don't roast them. I won't be too cold if I don't leave the carriage."

"I'll take you for a ride. We can see the whole view of Yongcheng from the city wall."

Just hearing it is enough to make people's heart beat faster. Wangshu leans on people and imagines a huge snowy city with thick snow rolling between the sky and the earth, pure white.

To block the wind, two pairs of thick footwear were put on. The extremely soft woolen velvet-bottomed embroidered thick robe was directly put on the body, with a cross collar and a right lapel wrapped around the body twice to tightly wrap around the purple skin that could not be concealed. Wangshu patted the person's hand and said, "It's stuffy!"

Qin Xiuyuan used his hand to nudge a certain spot, but refused to reduce the pressure. "I'm going to ride a horse later, so I have to tie it up tightly."

If it rose and fell with the horse's movements, how many people would notice it? Thinking of this, he asked, "You were on the grassland at that time, and you didn't tie it tightly?"

Wangshu was almost out of breath. He was not interested in the wine! He was speechless and rolled his eyes. "Go away, I'll put it on myself!"

"...I'll loosen it up." But he insisted, "Tighten it next time when you ride." He let it go last time.

She let him dress her in jewelry and clothes, and put on a thick fox fur cloak. Wangshu put on some rouge and painted her lips red.

The dress was pulled tight with two rings, and the lower limbs were airtight, wrapped like a silkworm cocoon. Wangshu curled up in his arms and let him carry him to the carriage covered with thick blankets and hot water bottles. The two of them hugged each other all the way.

There were constant "clacking" sounds on the snow, and more than a dozen cavalrymen followed the carriage slowly towards the city gate.

"Let's go outside the city first and see the rime forest at the foot of the mountain."

There were hot water bottles and an almost sealed charcoal basin in the car. Wangshu felt a little breathless. He pushed open half of the window and cold water rushed in. Qin Xiuyuan leaned sideways to block it. Wangshu leaned in his arms, tilting his head to look at the snow houses along the way. From time to time, people in thick coats and hunched backs walked among them.

No matter how cold the weather is, he still has to eat, drink, defecate and urinate, set up a stall and shout non-stop, pulling charcoal and selling it along the street. He is shivering with cold, but he sells it with all his heart, and the charcoal seller is recreated in person.

Wangshu withdrew his gaze, and the man quickly closed the window and asked the little woman, wrapped in a cotton scarf with only her cold eyes showing, "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

"Just say you're cold, don't be stubborn."

Wangshu saw that the man looked sincere and did not want to remarry, so he nodded.

When they got outside the city, Qin Xiuyuan wrapped the man in his cloak, carried him onto the horse with a soft saddle with one hand, and Wangshu was firmly fixed on the man's chest and sat sideways, breathing in the cool and refreshing snow air all the way. In the snow-covered world, from time to time they could see a line of plum blossom footprints left by a deer, a series of traces of animals dragging their prey, and piles of black particles the size of a little finger, which might be deer feces.

The road up the mountain had been cleared of snow in advance, and the group made quite a bit of noise. A large falcon was circling low in the blue sky, but it was the only one that spread its wings, flying low and then circling upwards.

After a while, perhaps realizing that this group of people did not look like they could be taken away as meat, the falcon was probably extremely disappointed. It screamed twice and disappeared into the distant mountains.

In the distance, the deep Sap Mountains are shrouded in snow and mist, a mysterious and distant scene. The Yong River is frozen, and a vast pine forest stands tall and straight along its banks. Plenty of supercooled water droplets encounter this forest, quickly freezing into tiny, solid icicles, shrouding the forest in a shimmering, translucent veil of ice.

When the wind blows, the small icicles on the treetops shake and a layer of mist dissipates.

"Qin Xiuyuan." Wangshu pulled him aside, pointing to a tall tree not far away, and said expectantly, "Go kick it."

The man held the hot water bottle, strode forward, lifted his long legs, straightened his waist and hips, and with a seemingly ordinary kick, the whole tree was covered with rime and frost. A rime and snow fell down with a crash, and the snow vapor swirled into a large cloud of mist, soaring in the mist.

The tree that had been kicked had lost most of its crystal clearness, and the slightly blackened and bare ruins were out of tune with the surroundings.

Violent man! But she likes it!

He moved to another tree, stood beneath it, and directed the kicks. Qin Xiuyuan kicked with all his might, then retreated, leaving little snow or icicles on his body. A drizzle of rime fell from the branches. The man, having removed his gloves, grabbed a few icicles, feeling the chill penetrate his body. He sat down in the snow, grabbed a few more handfuls, and tossed them into the air, toward the sunlight. The wind quickly blew them back in his face, and he caught a small portion with his open mouth.

"Hee!" Qin Xiuyuan looked at her foolishly, turned her around, grabbed a large piece of snow and threw it in front of her eyes. It was quickly blown away by the wind and fell to the ground without a trace.