A few days later,

Princess's Mansion.

"Your Highness." The housekeeper rushed to the study, with a smile on his face, and he reported respectfully to the person who was present: "Now the war is going well, and he has broken through several cities on the other side. If you can't resist today, you will actively send envoys to seek peace from our country. The army will soon return to the court."

Ranbai was dealing with recent political affairs. When the team returned to the court, he naturally knew that the princess stopped there, half-down her eyes, and always looked cold and indifferent, unfathomable.

After a while, the princess said indifferently: "Clean the Li Pavilion."

The housekeeper smiled attentively and said, "Don't worry, your highness has his servants cleaned the Li Pavilion every day during the days when the young master left."

Ranbai calmly nodded.

The housekeeper understood and quietly stepped down.

And the Prime Minister's Mansion,

backyard.

"Is the army really coming back?" Lin Jiayun subconsciously clenched her handkerchief, showing off her rare emotions, and asked anxiously.

The close-fitting maid nodded slightly, "Yes, according to the speed of the march, I guess I will return to Beijing within a few days."

Lin Jiayun was a little lost for a moment and murmured: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

"Jin, Jinyao..." Lin Jiayun moved her lips, her throat was a little dry, and even the sound she vomited was astringent.

"Madam, don't worry, your son, everything is fine." The maid smiled and comforted: "Besides, have you heard about it? Your son has great supernatural powers, his military strategy is unpredictable, and he has forced him to retreat from the Heavenly Theory."

"Yes." Lin Jiayun felt a little relieved and sat on the soft couch again, breathing a sigh of relief, but she couldn't control her nervousness.

Thinking of the young man's picturesque eyebrows and his sparse and indifferent temperament, Lin Jiayun bit her lips tightly, and her heart was filled with dense pain, almost suffocating.

She actually, actually.

I have been deceived by a humble concubine for more than ten years!

"Mother, what are you talking about?" At this time, a voice sounded from outside the door, and Jin Shuotian strode in, looking unhappy: "What Jin Yao? Just Jin Yao..."

Jin Shuotian has not finished speaking yet.

A "bang" sound!

The extremely crisp slap made the atmosphere in the whole room quiet, as if it was dead.

Jin Shuotian's face was burning and his ears were buzzing. The shameful pain reminded him that his mother, who had just been slapped in the face!

Jin Shuotian's head was confused, and he was filled with anger and confusion. He looked at the woman in disbelief, his lips moved. As soon as he spoke the word "Mother" and Lin Jiayun slapped her right face hard.

"Mother!" Jin Shuotian covered his face, "You hit me?"

"I'm the one I hit." Lin Jiayun couldn't control the trembling force of her fingertips. Because she tried too hard, even her palms were red, but she still couldn't vent her sadness and anger in her heart. Her eyes were fierce and cold.

Jin Ningfu came over at this time, and after seeing such a picture, she screamed, "Mother!" She widened her eyes: "How can you hit my brother?!"

"Shut up!" Lin Jiayun shouted fiercely.

"Get out of here!"

Jin Ningfu was shocked. She had never seen her mother so angry.

Jin Shuotian was even more confused. He was slapped twice for no reason. His mood was so gloomy.

After shutting everyone off, Lin Jiayun finally couldn't help but fall on the soft couch and cried bitterly...

…

This year's New Year is earlier than in previous years. On New Year's Eve, at the last moment of the year, every household is decorated with lights and joy.

Chang'an City is full of liveliness and prosperity.

That day,

The heavy snow fell for a long time, and the whiteness covered every corner of the world.

The palace family dinner had just ended, and it was already late at night when Ranbai left the palace.

After returning to the princess's mansion, Ran Bai looked around indifferently. He paused when he wanted to go to the study room, but temporarily changed to the completely opposite direction.

And far outside the capital,

The dark army had tens of thousands of troops, the team was neat and rigorous, cold armor, and bloody and murderous.

Horses rushing past the snow, making heavy sounds.

The night is getting darker, and it is snowing heavily tonight, the wind is cold and there is no moonlight.

At the forefront of the army, a slender and lonely figure rode a horse, cold and solemn in the night. Snowflakes flew on his shoulders, galloping on his horse, and galloping by. There was a vermilion-red tear mole under the corner of the man's left eye.

The guards guarding the city gate saw the black and slaughtering team on the observation deck from a distance.

The closed gate of the capital slowly opened, revealing the distance of the ten-mile long street.

A figure rode a horse straight into the city gate, rushing past and stirring up snow. Every time the horse's hooves fell on the snow, the cold sound made by the horse's hooves fell on the snow seemed to fall on people's hearts.

The sleeves fluttered, the wind was shining, the silver light and armor reflected, the sword on the waist was shining, and the night was shining.

He threw away the army behind him and rode his horse alone on Chang'an streets. The howling wind rolled up snowflakes in the sky, and the dark night blurred the youth's face.

The side face profile that is vaguely glimpsed is cold and delicate, and it also shows a deep and sharp feeling.

final,

The horse stopped outside Princess Xizhao's mansion. The man gently tied the reins, raised the horse's hooves and fell down. The hands holding the reins were white and clear, with long and hard joints, and were cold and solemn and beautiful.

Under the long eyelashes, the eyes that were three points deeper than the world raised, reflecting the darkness of the late night, reflecting the three flying dragons and phoenixes in the princess's mansion.

A laugh was silent in the cold wind.

Half a day off.

Your Highness.

Fortunately, I am satisfied with my promise and I am ordered to return.

Jin Yao turned over and dismounted, wearing a military uniform and looking tall. He slowly pushed open the door of the princess's mansion and saw the scenery exactly the same as half a year ago. The past is vivid in his mind.

At that time, the lights were bright and the palace was brilliant.

The boy's thin lips curled up with a light curve and walked towards the study.

But he paused when he took the first step and turned around and walked in another direction the next second.

The night is dark and the moonlight is hidden.

Lige.

The sky is filled with snow, and clear snow covers every corner, with white snow and red tiles, with a unique ancient charm.

One person holds an umbrella, his eyes are indifferent.

Under the blood-red umbrella is a beautiful figure, with fair and slender fingers holding the handle of the pure black umbrella, the brocade clothes are rippling, the dark red cloak is whistling, and a snowflake falls lightly on the hanging cloak, contrasting with the phoenix totem embroidered with light gold and dark red base.

Standing in the snow, like a god.

Looking at it from afar, it looks like a fairy in the painting.
Chapter completed!