Pingting's voice was calm, "He must be on the road right now, very tired, his throat was thirsty and sandy, and there were dust on his body, and snowflakes were still accumulated on his shoulders."

Zuiju felt that her voice seemed to be coming from the sky, like a string plucked in the valley, with trembling sounds, and the flowers all over the trees fell down. Looking down at her expression, she could not see any clues.

He tucked the quilt for Pingting, sat with her on the head of the bed, slowly watching the moon move. After watching for more than an hour, Zuiju said softly, "Go to sleep."

Pingting lay down obediently and closed her eyes. Zuiju let out a sigh of relief, got out of bed and wanted to go back to her small bed. She suddenly glanced at her opening her eyes from the corner of her eyes.

"how?"

Pingting looked at Zuiju and laughed and said, "It's nothing." Then she closed her eyes obediently.

That night in the Hua Mansion, Chu Beijie only thought she was Miss Hua's mute maid. Seeing that she was sick, it seemed like this was the same saying "Sleep".

This man did whatever he wanted and did not care about worldly customs. He was not familiar with each other, so he hugged her in the waist, went into her hut, placed her on the bed, and clumsyly covered her with a quilt.

That hard "Sleep" is like a general ordering a soldier. Now that I think about it, it makes people cry.

He will come back, he will definitely come back.

Slim fingers clenched into strong fists under the quilt.

If you love this deeply, it is just like this. Even if you are as gentle as water, you can refine the two swords of the divine power of the soul. What's the use?

The moon has passed the middle of heaven. The sixth day of the lunar month has arrived.

Chu Beijie was running wildly.

The north wind in the early morning whistles in my ears.

He had countless experiences of riding a horse. The horse under his crotch released its four hooves and galloped indulge in love, allowing the wind to fill his cloak, allowing the river to surrender to his feet, and allowing the mountains to look at him sideways.

Mercedes-Benz is a heroic pleasure.

But at this time, he could no longer feel this pleasure.

The howling wind blew towards him. He was not afraid of the pain like a knife cut on his face, but the cold wind pulled and torn it, and his heart was still burned by the burning fire. The heart was hung in the air.

The quiet seclusion in the villa is out of reach. The faint fragrance of plum blossoms lingers in the heart.

Chu Beijie knew Brother Wang's temperament very well. Just by looking at Brother Wang's efforts and delaying him in the capital by any means, we can see that another way to deal with the seclusion in another courtyard must be thunderous.

How can Pingting’s jade hand, who is good at picking up pianos, deal with the challenge of King Donglin?

Is her thin figure facing the white sharp blade?

No matter how much I can't hold my slender body, my pretty face, and my gentle singing voice that I can't hear enough... Why do some people refuse to give up their hands and let go of it gently?

She has retired.

She has ignored foreign affairs.

She was already sad, hurt and hurt, and she only hoped to forget the old things and be a contented little woman.

Be his Chu Beijie's woman.

"Pingting is not greedy, but I just hope to come back to see Pingting before the prince leads his troops to the battlefield. Pingting wants to tell the prince something very important on the day of the prince's birthday."

What a simple wish.

Ordinary men can easily agree to their wishes.

But he is not an ordinary citizen, he is the King of Zhenbei in Beijie of Chu and Donglin.

Chu Beijie raised his whip and rode his horse wildly, with bloodshot eyes covered with blood. The wind kept sucking into his front lapel without leaving any room, and still couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.

There was dirty snow mixed with soil on both sides, and the middle avenue stretched straight forward, as if endless.

This road to home is unprecedentedly long.

Chu Beijie raised his eyes while galloping, looking ahead from afar.

Looking deep in the broken clouds, can the graceful trellis be there?

Lirong, who was not seen, had a vague flag in the distance jumped out of her eyes. The team in front was also riding forward and coming towards her. Chu Beijie stared at her, and the flag spread out in the wind, with a familiar word "Mu".

Chu Beijie paused heavily, raised his whip and waved at the horse that had foamed at the mouth, rushed to the front of the team facing him, and suddenly stopped the horse and shouted, "Where is Chen Mou?" He had not drunk water for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

When Chen Mou suddenly saw Chu Beijie, he hurriedly came out of the team, turned over and got off the horse and said, "Prince, I am here!"

"You are in charge of the Dragon and Tiger Camp, how dare you leave your post without permission?"

Chen Mou replied: "The young general received the order from the king. He went to Luo League five days ago to report to King Fulang to the camp. He met King Fulang, and now he returns to the capital to pay homage to the king."

"Who is in charge of the Dragon and Tiger Camp now?"

"According to the king's order, the general of Fujian under the command of King Fulang will be temporarily taken over."

General Feng Fujian obeyed the orders of King Yu Fulang. Even if Pingting had a magical sword in hand, with her current identity, she could not mobilize the Dragon and Tiger Camp.

King Donglin had completely decided to deal with his brother.

Chu Beijie's energy was extremely aggressive, and his eyes were dizzy.

Pingting, who has no way to ask for help, has the only hope.

With Pingting's intelligence, since she had the appointment of the sixth day of the first lunar month, she would do her best to delay the enemy until she returned to the other courtyard.

Wait for me, must wait for me!

Chu Beijie's palms were covered with blood blisters, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He grabbed the reins and sat upright.

Chen Mou followed him to the battlefield for many years. Seeing him like this, he knew that he had been traveling for a long time and handed his water bag with both hands, "Your Majesty, please drink a little water. Is your prince rushing to the battlefield? Even the soldiers and horses can't stand it if they are in such a hurry."

Chu Beijie took the water bag, drank all the food on the sky, and looked back and saw the three thousand elites who had been following him for a whole day and two nights.

Since leaving the capital, they have been whipping all the way, and have never rested. They are exhausted, and their palms are stained with blood marks. Dozens of people can't stand it on the way and fall from the horse.

He has led his troops for many years and has never been so careless about soldiers.

Chu Beijie felt heavy in his heart. He turned around and asked his minister Mou, "How many people have you brought?"

"Not many, 1,700 people are all elites under the young generals."

"Leave it to me." Chu Beijie took out the military talisman in his arms, raised it in mid-air, shouting, "I am commanding the troops and horses of the whole country, and all the soldiers obey the orders! If there are three thousand elite cavalry in the imperial city, if there are any horses that cannot be sustained and the horses are too fast, they will go back. The 1,700 people under my command are now under my command, and follow me immediately - go!" He turned over and dismounted, jumped onto his mount, and said in a deep voice, "Let me your horse."

"Where is the prince in a hurry to go?"

"Before the sixth month of the first lunar month is over, I must rush back to the seclusion courtyard."

Chen Mou said in surprise: "It's the sixth day of the first lunar month, ten hours, how can I get back?"

Chu Beijie seemed to have never heard of it, and he tied the reins and the horse neighed and ran away wildly.

Chen Mou didn't know what happened, but he knew that the situation was urgent. Seeing Chu Beijie's back suddenly distant, he gritted his teeth and stopped the adjutant's mount.

"I will go with the prince. You will lead the tired soldiers back to the capital first. Give me the horse."

Chen Mou turned over the horse, resolutely whipped the whip, followed the rolling cavalry and chased after him.

The Loess Avenue was covered with smoke and dust.

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

Pingting, my birthday has arrived.

The villa was shrouded in breathless silence.

The mountains and forests outside are still covered with snow, the moon has quietly retreated, and the sun has revealed a little heavy light from behind the clouds, without any vitality.

The snowflakes fell down again.

They were fluttering, and the tiny snow lingered helplessly in the wind.

A clear sound of piano penetrated the haze of snowflakes, crossed the high walls, like a white rainbow that penetrated the sun and hit the sky.

Pingting plays the piano.

The sixth day of the lunar month has arrived. Are the soldiers holding swords tighter again in the surrounding area outside the courtyard?

On the sixth day of the lunar month, the person who was born in a mountain with a heroic and cheerful laughter was like a snowy day.

He is favored by God.

God gave him a prominent life experience, a strong body, a straight nose, bright black eyes, and innate majesty and confidence.

God created a rare Chu Beijie, which made her unable to help herself, lost her soul and bow down to her.

The sixth day of the lunar month is today.

Pingting picked her fingers and zipped her strings.

She has an indissoluble bond with Qin, which is her voice and her voice.

Only by gently pressing her hands on these thin strings can she throw away the worry that would soon suffocate her, close her eyes, and be carefree and immersed in her memories.

The past is vivid and she remembers it clearly.

It was as if I glanced through the curtain that day, my heart was still moved.

It seemed as if he had returned to the narrow path of the sheep. Chu Beijie was in a leisurely state, and the sound of his hooves was pressing step by step, and he was forced into his arms. His chest was hot and hot, and his strong heartbeat was pounding in his ears.

It seemed as if he had never left, but he still held the soup bowl and fed her clumsyly, coaxed her to sleep, and accompanied her to watch the stars and the moon, looking at her with a happy face.

The grudges are as sweet as this, and the heart is broken as this.
To be continued...