When the plum blossoms bloom in winter, Gui Yi brought the betrothal gift to the general's mansion to marry him. His betrothal gifts were prepared very grandly and were very expensive. From the front hall to the gate, the housekeeper in the mansion took a whole morning to complete the inventory.

In private, Ye Qing brought Gui Yi to another place and asked: "I asked you to bring a betrothal gift, but I didn't ask you to bring so much. Did you pay all your salary for so many years?"

Gui Yi nodded and said, "The emperor has added a part of it to me, saying that you can't be too shabby to marry you."

Ye Qing couldn't laugh and cry: "This is not just a shabby, it's simply extravagant."

Gui Yi took her shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter. I'll marry this time, anyway, I only marry this time. It's worth being extravagant."

After hearing this, Ye Qing had to say that he was moved, his eyes were slightly red, and he said angrily: "You really marry this time?"

Gui Yi nodded seriously and said, "I will marry someone else without a betrothal gift in the future, so it's enough to marry you." Although men have three wives and four concubines in Beixia, they are more worthy of singing for them.

Ye Qing and Gui Yi’s wedding date is scheduled for the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. I heard that it was a good day.

It snowed on the winter solstice. The snow was very small and it was flying intermittently. People didn't need to hold umbrellas when walking on the road. The tiny snowflakes fell from the sky, as if feathers were kissing people's hair, cheeks and clothes.

The servants in the general's mansion were preparing carefully, with a sumptuous lunch and supper, and glutinous rice balls.

Someone sent a letter to the mansion, which was specially given to Ye Song. She opened it and looked at it, but she knew that before she finished reading the letter, someone sent a second letter.

These were written by two people, and she was invited to different places at the same time. When Ye Qing came to her to go to the kitchen to pack novel dumplings, she was changing into a dress, with a lilac tunic with a slightly upright collar, a little heroic, but her waist was slender and clear, and the beauty of the woman was undoubtedly revealed.

Ye Qing stood at the door and saw Ye Song pulling out the long hair from his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, draped it behind his shoulders, and tied an ordinary wooden hairpin between his hair, with a tall and evenly symmetrical figure. Ye Qing was stunned and asked, "Second sister, are you going out?"

Ye Song said: "Well, go out if you have something to do."

Ye Qing had sharp eyes and saw two envelopes on the dressing table, "Whoever asked you?"

"yes."

Ye Qing asked curiously: "Is it Su Si?"

Ye Song said: "Half is him."

Who is the other half? Ye Qing wanted to ask, but didn't ask. She looked at Ye Song's expression with almost no expression on her face and could probably guess who the person was. And she could also guess who the party she was going to go to the appointment was.

Ye Qing said "Oh" and said, "I still want to ask my second sister to make dumplings together. Since you have something to do, go there, I will make them with Yingzi."

Ye Song did not forget to say, "Remember to leave me a bowl tonight."

Ye Qing smiled and said, "Okay, then the second sister will come back early."

When Ye Song went out, Ye Qing took her an umbrella. Ye Song looked at the sky and said, "You don't need an umbrella, the snow doesn't look heavy."

Ye Qing insisted on handing her and said, "Maybe it will get heavy in a while, and the sky is always gloomy. Second sister, don't ignore it. What if you catch a cold when you come back from snow?"

Ye Song looked down, curled his lips and smiled, reached out to take it, stretched out and said, "Thank you, Ah Qing."

Ye Qing thought that she didn't need to ask more questions or give more advice. No matter who Ye Song chose to meet, she would never return to the past and painful days of wandering and suffering. Her happiness was hard to come by, and she would definitely defend her happiness like she defended all of them.

Because of the snow, the streets seemed very deserted. In addition, the winter solstice, people on the street returned to their homes and guarded a hot pot to eat hot meals and dumplings. White steam smoke drifted out from the houses on both sides, but in an instant, they were dispersed by the cold air.

The snow in Shangjing is different from other places, and it is always gentle. No matter how many years have passed, Ye Song likes the snow here. It is not as cold as the bone, but it has a sense of pride. As soon as winter begins, the cold plum blossoms bloom, and the faint fragrance fills the ten-mile long street.

As soon as she left the general's mansion, she walked a distance and then put away the umbrella on her own. She held the bone umbrella in her hand and walked forward step by step, allowing the tiny snowflakes to fall between her body and hair. Her back was very soft and neat.

Ye Song stood at the fork in the corner of the street and stayed for a while. She looked in a distance in one direction, but couldn't see the end. There was a familiar teahouse there. When Su Jing was barely passing by the teahouse, she liked to secretly look at him in the teahouse. Ye Song smiled faintly. Now, she thought that Su Jing must have known at that time, otherwise she would not have been waiting for her in that place.

The letter said that the storyteller there was particularly good at writing and wanted to invite her to listen to it.

She also wants to listen together.

In the end, her footsteps went in another direction. Her vision seemed to be dyed white, and the other direction seemed even more lonely and deserted.

Well, in the future, there are opportunities to listen to books, watch operas, and do anything together.

After walking a long street, most of the shops on both sides were closed. Unexpectedly, in the familiar place around the corner, there was still a shed standing and heat kept coming out of the shed.

Tangyuan shop.

The old lady who sells dumplings hasn't seen her for a long time. She still has such plump figure, but her face has a few wrinkles and her hair on her temples has turned a little white. She was busy throwing dumplings into the boiling pot, and the dumplings were white, like snowballs made of pinched.

The old lady shouted at the top of her throat: "Dolasses, sell dumplings, dumplings for the Winter Solstice Festival--"

Ye Song only stood there for a while and did not walk over. Ye Song moved his foot and went into the corner. She hadn't eaten the dumplings there for a long time, and had forgotten what it felt. She only vaguely remembered that the last time she ate the dumplings, the old lady's dumplings were not well made, not sweet but salty. She didn't plan to eat the dumplings here, because the dumplings from the Winter Solstice were prepared at home and kept for her.

When I entered the corner, the chess hall was quiet and unpopular. The green vines were climbing over the walls and were beaten by the frost and snow. The old door of the chess hall was half open and half closed, and there was no sound inside. It seemed that on such a day, no one would come to gamble on chess again.

Ye Song stood in front of the door for a moment, with heavy rain and snow on his body, and a strand of hair hanging from his ears condensed into a thick ink line. She placed the bone umbrella by the door, and then gently pushed the door to enter.

The door made an old creak.

The owner of the chess hall was still the same boss. He heard the sound and walked out of it. When he saw Ye Song, he hurriedly came forward to help Ye Song open the door and let her come in. The boss seemed to know nothing and know everything, and said, "Miss, I'm here. The young master has been waiting upstairs for a while."

Ye Song raised his eyes and looked at the wooden staircase extending to the second floor, and walked upwards.

Seeing Ye Song's whole body was half dry and wet, the boss asked, "The lady came but she didn't hold an umbrella. The snow fell a little heavier than in the morning. Do I want me to get a dry towel to wipe the lady?"

Ye Song casually brushed off the water droplets hanging on his hair on his shoulders, stepped on the wooden stairs and made a slightly dull sound, and said casually: "No need, I'll sit for a while and I'll leave."

The boss did not follow him upstairs, but retreated quietly without disturbing him.

Ye Song stood in front of the door, and the door was just gently covered. She pushed it open and saw that the light in the room was particularly bright and bright. Snow outside the window fell on the window frame, accompanied by the cold wind, blowing the window screen fluttered.

Su Ruoqing was dressed in black and black, sitting on the couch table, and her wide sleeves were slightly hanging on the edge of the couch table. He placed a chessboard in front of him, holding two hands in his hand, falling into the chessboard. It seemed that nothing had changed, but it was just the past.

Occasionally, a few snowflakes flew on the chessboard, and before he could stretch out his fingers to brush it, it melted into a small drop of water stain.

Ye Song stood at the door and didn't step in as soon as possible. Su Ruoqing walked a few steps before looking up at her and said lightly: "I thought you wouldn't come again when I asked you, just want to see me. Come in and sit down." Ye Song came in, and Su Ruoqing saw that her clothes were wet and moist, so she asked, "Didn't you hold an umbrella when you came?"

Ye Song said casually: "I brought it, but I couldn't hold on."

"Why not hold on?"

Ye Song's eyes were gentle, and he looked at the snow on the window frame, and smiled faintly: "The snow in the capital has not been wet for many times in total." Her eyes lingered on Su Ruoqing's face, "Today is the winter solstice. The emperor is not having a holiday in the palace, but he asked me to come here. Is there anything important?"

Su Ruoqing made a gesture to her and said, "If you still have some leisure time, come and play chess with me."

Ye Song hesitated for a moment, sat down opposite Su Ruoqing, picked up the chess pieces in the chess box, and casually set off with Su Ruoqing. Su Ruoqing said, "Isn't this snow in the capital beautiful?"

"It's very beautiful." Ye Song said.

"Why are there not many times in total?" Su Ruoqing's fingertips trembled slightly, and a piece fell next to Ye Song's chess piece, "Is it because you are leaving?"

Ye Song said: "It's time for me to leave."

"Is there no room for recovery?" Su Ruoqing asked after a long time.

Ye Song did not answer, and Su Ruoqing knew her answer.

After a while, Su Ruoqing said again: "I know, no one can force you. The reason why you are willing to come to see me is not because I tell you how important things I am, but because you happen to have something to tell me. I heard that it is not only me who sent the letter to the door today, but also the wise king."

Ye Song raised an impeccable smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his words, saying, "Nothing can escape the emperor's eyes."

"Why did you not go to see him and choose to come to see me?"
Chapter completed!