Reverse Junhou

The goose-feathered snow swept into the high wall of Wenfu with the wind, and the snow fell into the soil along the branches.The jade bell on the tree moved with the wind and made a ding-dong sound.

The flames from the stove turned Wen Xuechao's side face red. Although his body was not fully recovered, his complexion was not as pale as before.

Wen Lan kept adding firewood to the stove, one master and one servant sat quietly in the Yunrong Pavilion enjoying the snow, and it fell into the night without knowing it.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, Wen Lan stepped forward cautiously, put on a cloak for Wen Xuechao, and prepared to help the young master back to the house.As soon as Wen Xuechao was supported by Wen Lan to get up, he heard a sparse sound from the high wall, as if something stepped on the snow mud on the wall, breaking the silence in the courtyard.

Wen Xuechao saw a tall and slender familiar figure in the faint firelight.As soon as the shadow of this person appeared in his mind, this person came.

Wen Lan obviously also noticed something strange, he looked at the figure hidden in the dark vigilantly, his expression was a little flustered: "Master, could it be that a thief has broken in, I'm going to call the nursing home."

"This is an acquaintance of mine," Wen Xue raised a smirk at the corner of her mouth, "Lan Lang, you should go back to your room and rest first, you don't have to wait for me tonight."

"But young master..." Wen Lan was hesitant to speak, the identity of this late-night visitor was unknown, if the young master was left alone, would he put the young master in danger?

Wen Xuechao then ordered: "Go and close the door of the pavilion, and no one is allowed to enter without my order."

Wen Lan has never been a nosy person, seeing that the young master seemed to have something important to discuss with this visitor, she hurried back to the house to fetch a Qingluo umbrella for the young master, and left quietly.

In the Yunrong Pavilion, only Wen Xuechao and the fifth prince on the wall were left looking at each other.

Wen Xuechao wrapped her cloak tightly and walked into the wind and snow.He came to the bottom of the wall unhurriedly, reached out and handed the Qingluo umbrella to Zhao Fengci who had just jumped off the wall: "Your Highness Fifth, open the umbrella."

Zhao Fengci seemed to come in a hurry, with only a brown cloak on his body, his long black hair was loosely draped behind his shoulders, and his whole body was covered with snowflakes.He took the umbrella Wen Xuechao handed over, and put the umbrella on top of Wen Xuechao's head, "Don't catch the cold, go in and talk."

This was the first meeting between the two since the attack on Autumn Hunting. As autumn passed and winter came, daylight passed before they knew it.

Zhao Fengci put away the Qingluo umbrella and was about to enter the house, but found that Wen Xuechao's steps were still a little staggering.He stepped forward to support Wen Xuechao, frowned and said, "Are you still in good health?" Wen Xuechao waved his hand: "I'm almost fully recovered, but the imperial doctor said that my body is weak and I need to take medicine to rest for a while .”

Zhao Fengci responded lightly, helped Wen Xuechao to sit down at the table, then turned around and sat opposite Wen Xuechao, and became silent.

Wen Xuechao noticed that His Highness the Fifth Highness always seemed to be in disagreement with him, and every time the two of them were alone, they would frequently fall into relative silence, as if there was really nothing to say between the two of them.

He didn't urge Zhao Fengci to speak, but just filled a cup of hot wine for him and watched him drink it down.

Zhao Fengci drank three cups in a row, as if he had finally made up his mind, and said slowly, "I'm going to the East China Sea."

Wen Xuechao thought he heard it wrong, took the cup from Zhao Fengci, and said in a daze, "Huh?"

"Your Majesty ordered me to serve as Lord Yandong's supervisor of the army, and with General Zhu, I will go south to the east to fight against pirates, regain the sea trade roads, and connect the southwest horse road with the east."

When Zhao Fengci first arrived, Wen Xuechao felt that he was a little different from the past, but now after careful observation, he discovered that what His Highness the Fifth Highness was wearing under the cloak was not the usual black and white robe, but a majestic black armor.

The earth dragon in the house poured warmth into the Yunrong Pavilion continuously, and the air was filled with heat.Wen Xuechao felt his mouth was dry, he opened his mouth, but was speechless for a while.

Zhao Fengci sneaked out of the camp in the middle of the night, bypassed all the guards in Wenfu, and finally came to Wen Xuechao's courtyard.He was worried that this would be the last time he would see Wen Xuechao, so he rushed to Wenfu as soon as he found an opportunity.Before entering the mansion, Zhao Fengci fell into hesitation alone. He didn't know what he would say after seeing Wen Xuechao, and he didn't know how Wen Xuechao would respond.Wen Xuechao is still the prince's person after going around, maybe he is not even an ordinary friend to Wen Xuechao.

If Wen Xuechao had already gone to bed, he wouldn't bother him any more, and just sneaked away, which would be the end of his last thoughts in Beijing.

But when Zhao Fengci jumped onto the wall of Yunrong Pavilion, he saw Wen Xuechao standing in front of the corridor, his bright eyes fixed on him.

It seems that he is the returnee in that wind and snow.

He recklessly broke into Wen Xuechao's courtyard, and Wen Xuechao recklessly broke into his young and fiery heart.

After a long time, Zhao Fengci heard Wen Xuechao ask: "When are you leaving?"

"Leave in a few hours."

"Stop drinking, it's a waste of time." Wen Xuechao snatched the bottomed cup from Zhao Fengci, "How long will it take you to come back after you leave Beijing this time?"

"The short term is a year or half a year, the long term is..." Zhao Fengci paused, "The longest term is five or ten years."

Wen Xuechao smiled and said: "I don't think so. The Wushou pirates are insidious and cunning, and the treasures in the treasury are both rich and rich. Many merchants in the East China Sea have contacts with the pirates in private. Your trip this time is going to make trouble This is the way of life for the big clans."

"The late emperor once sent three armies to attack the East China Sea, but they all ended up being defeated." Wen Xuechao held his cheeks and said softly: "Your Highness Fifth is brave and mighty, and one day he will be able to retake the homeland for Dafu."

Zhao Fengci's face was a little flushed, he really had an indescribable lofty ambition in his heart, after Wen Xuechao said this, that youthful spirit rushed to his forehead, making his heart start to beat.

Wen Xuechao watched the expression of the person in front of him change from downcast to upright, with a smile in his eyes.He looked at the Fifth Highness in military uniform in the candlelight. Although he opened his mouth several times, he didn't say anything in the end.

The two sat opposite each other all night.Wen Xuechao and Zhao Fengci recounted in detail the old history of pirates that he had heard from the Taifu.Talk about how the black-headed pirates killed the prefect of the East China Sea and occupied the islands in the east for more than a hundred years.Talk about the folk customs of the southern country, the anecdotes of the Yandong Army, and the delicious delicacies in the south of the Yangtze River.He has never left Guangyang, but he has heard the customs of Dafu all over the place.

"When you arrive in Duling, you must try the signature dish of Qilin Restaurant for me."

"The song sung by the sea girl in Jiuqu City has the effect of captivating people's hearts. Don't be fascinated and become the soul of the sea."

"The Yunpi craftsmen who came to Beijing in the past have average skills. I heard that there are better ones in the Eastern Territory. If you are free, help me find good materials."

Zhao Fengci talked to Wen Xuechao about his days in Zhenbei Mansion.The flying eagles and horses of the Zhenbei Army, the lonely smoke in the desert outside the Yandang Pass, and the setting sun on the long river.Zhao Fengci remembered an interesting incident when he was young, so he told Wen Xuechao too.When he was still young and ignorant, he sneaked out of Zhenbei Mansion because of his playfulness, and was later picked up by a caravan from Suiyang. Seeing Zhao Fengci's cleverness and obedience, he almost took him back to his family as a child caregiver. husband.General Jingyang led his elite troops to chase for hundreds of miles before intercepting the caravan.

Wen Xuechao laughed until she was out of breath, covering her mouth and coughing non-stop.Zhao Fengci hurriedly stopped talking, fearing that Wen Xuechao would cough up again.

The hazy sky dissipated, the rays of the sun floated on the roofs of Wanjia, and the snow gradually stopped.Zhao Fengci put down the teacup in his hand, and looked at Wen Xuechao intently: "I should go."

Zhao Fengci picked up the cloak and put it on his shoulders, and was about to stand up, but heard Wen Xuechao say from behind: "Your Highness, wait a minute."

He turned around, only to see Wen Xuechao stretch out his hand, and put a cold object on his hand.

What Wen Xuechao handed him was a crystal-clear jade pendant. There were no complicated patterns on the jade, only a sharp "Snow" character was engraved on it, and two dark green tassels hung from the bottom.

"I didn't bring any fine jadeware with me today, I only have this private pendant on me." Wen Xuechao said, "If His Highness does not dislike it, Xue Chao will present this pendant to His Highness as a farewell gift."

Zhao Fengci took the jade pendant, but did not put it away, but tied it directly around his waist.Wen Xuechaowei didn't expect His Highness the Fifth Highness to carry her gift close to her body, and was slightly taken aback.

Zhao Fengci rummaged through his body, but found no accessories that could be given back, and fell into embarrassment for a while.Wen Xuechao saw that the Fifth Highness looked helpless, and hurriedly said: "Xuechao is just a wish, His Highness does not need to remember."

There were knocks on the door, it was Wen Lan who came to deliver breakfast to the young master.

Zhao Fengci glanced at the door, then pulled out the sword at his waist, and the sword sideways slightly cut off a strand of his long hair.

"I have nothing external to me, the only thing I can keep as a memory." Zhao Fengci avoided Wen Xuechao's gaze, tied her hair with a string, and placed it in Wen Xuechao's hand.

He left to say goodbye, and he didn't know when he would see Wen Xuechao again.Wen Xuechao is the mainstay of the prince's faction, and he and the prince will never die in the future. If it is true what Yang Shuyue said, when he returns from the east, he may have turned into an enemy of the Wen clan.

The young master's ignorant throbbing became so vulnerable in the ever-changing golden boudoir.He was not reconciled to his innocent heart towards Wen Xuechao being shattered by reality, and he would not let Wen Xuechao know that by cutting his hair and giving it away as a gift, he gave him all his heart.

If many years later, all the past events disappear, he will not be soft on Wen's family.

After Wen Lan entered the door, he didn't see the uninvited guest from last night, but saw the young master sitting alone in front of the desk, lost in thought, with his hands clasped on his knees, as if he was holding something in his hands.

"Could it be that the young master didn't sleep all night..." Wen Lan said anxiously seeing that the young master was still wearing last night's trendy clothes and the shochu on the table had cooled down.He was about to go up to serve the young master to wash, when he heard the young master say: "Lan Lang, fetch me a sachet."

Wen Lan was a little confused, but still obeyed the young master's instructions, rummaged through the jade box for a while, found a gourd style that the young master usually liked most, and handed the sachet to the young master.

Wen Xuechao took the sachet, stuffed the things he was holding into the bag, and tied the mouth of the bag carefully with a red string, before hanging the small gourd around his waist.

"Does it look good?" Wen Xuechao asked Wen Lan.

Wen Lan nodded hurriedly: "It looks good, everything the young master wears looks good."

Wen Xue bent towards the crescent moon between her eyebrows: "Then wear it every day."