Dingjiangshan

After reading the letter, Ning Yan calmly folded the letter paper according to the creases and stuffed it back into the envelope, then lifted the blanket and sat up.

"Grind ink." Ning Yan ordered.

Linglong hurriedly put down the work in her hands, pulled out the small wooden table that was one foot square, and set it up for Ning Yan. She swiftly placed the pen, ink and inkstone, scooped up two spoonfuls of water, and began to grind the ink.

It was inevitable that the carriage would bump a bit during the journey. Ning Yan's accustomed inkstone was slightly shallow. Linglong not only had to grind the ink, but also had to keep an eye on it all the time with a handkerchief, for fear that the ink would spill out and stain Ning Yan's clothes.

"What is your Majesty needing to be so anxious about?" Linglong said in a soft voice, "It's not too late to take care of it when you settle down in the hunting ground. The car is bumping violently. Your Majesty always concentrates on reading these small words, and be careful not to get dizzy for a while."

Ning Yan rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the moistened pen, dipped it in some ink, and wrote a few strokes on the paper casually.

"It's okay." Ning Yan said: "Just write a few less sentences."

Linglong rubbed the ink beside him, her eyes drifted across the paper without any trace.Ning Yan didn't carry her back, and wrote in front of him openly.Linglong took a few glances, and found that it was just a daily reply to Jiang Xiaohan, urging him to go early and return early.

Ning Yan's letter didn't look like a review, it was more like a chatter about homework, Zuo chatted and talked about a bunch of useless things, and then said that the Cordyceps brought back from Kunlun last time was good, and asked Jiang Xiaohan to bring him some return.After a while, he said that there were many trivial matters in the court, and the cabinet had no owner. It was very annoying to ask him about everything, so he told Jiang Xiaohan to hurry back after visiting his relatives, and he would be back before February.

When he wrote the reply, Linglong stood by and rubbed the ink, seeing that he was full of these useless words throughout the letter, she averted her gaze without interest.

After Ning Yan finished writing the letter and let it dry for a while, he took out a small wooden barrel the size of a finger from his arms, folded the paper, rolled it into a roll, and stuffed it inside.

After finishing all this, Ning Yan signaled Linglong to put away the small table, then turned around and knocked on the window edge of the carriage.

The window of the car was quickly pulled open, and the young man accompanying the car bent down from his horse, approached the window, and whispered: "Your Majesty orders."

Ning Yan handed the scroll out of the window and said, "It's for the teacher."

The young man outside the window looked to be in his twenties, with a thin silver half-mask on his face.The upper half of the face was completely blocked by the mask, only the beautifully lined jaw and a thin lip were exposed, which at first glance was very affectionate.

But regardless of appearance, what surprised Linglong the most was that she found that the young man outside the car looked a bit unfamiliar, he was someone she had never seen before.

This is very abnormal, Linglong thought.

She usually waits in front of the imperial court, and can go to both the study room and the Zichen Palace. There are very few important officials who are close to Ning Yan, whom she has never seen before.

What's more, under such a big ostentation, those who can escort Ning Yan's frame must be the thighs of the close ministers in the imperial army, and from time to time some unknown people can come together.Moreover, the person in front of him looked young, but judging from the communication between Ning Yan and him, it seemed that he had been near Ning Yan for a long time, and he didn't look like someone newly transferred from the imperial army.

Linglong's mind is very clear, this idea only changed in her mind a little bit, and she had a plan.

Linglong put away the table board, put the inkstone into the small bucket in the corner of the carriage to wash, and said with a nonchalant smile, "This lord looks very handsome, but he's a bit unfamiliar."

When Linglong came to serve Ning Yan, he was still a half-grown child, and he was always easy-going towards her, and he didn't completely treat her like a maid, so Linglong was not too afraid of him, and it was okay to joke occasionally.

"Sister Linglong doesn't recognize him." Ning Yan said with a smile, "Qin Liu is the commander of the Imperial Sword Battalion, and Fang Sheng came up."

Before Linglong could speak, Ning Yan blinked, and said narrowly: "Sister Linglong praised her for being good-looking. Could it be that she has taken a fancy to his young talent and wanted to find her husband? It's easy to say, he hasn't married yet, you If I like someone, I will point you to him tomorrow, how about it?"

No matter how prudent and polite Linglong is, she is still a girl who has not left the court, and her skin is much thinner than Ning Yan.Being teased about the marriage in front of others in public, I was immediately ashamed and annoyed, and didn't even want to say anything.

Qin Liu outside the window tied the letterbox to Hai Dongqing's feet and let it go. He just rode his horse to catch up with Ning Yan's frame when he heard this sentence, and quickly said: "I dare not climb high."

Qin Liu's face was cold, and he was dressed as a general. The sharp sword hanging on the horse's back gleamed coldly. For no reason, it made people's backs shiver, as if the cold wind outside was blowing straight into them.

Linglong felt scary when she looked at him more often, and she didn't even have the intention to slander him for being puzzled.In addition, she was teased endlessly by Ning Yan, and she didn't have the mood to inquire about this person's identity for a short time, so she sat back in the corner silently, picked up the small fan and looked at the candlelight again.

Ning Yan and Qin Liu who were outside the window exchanged glances indiscriminately. The young man nodded slightly and gave him a reassuring expression, then rode closer and closed the car window for Ning Yan.

Because of getting up early, Ning Yan leaned on the pillow and read a book for a while, feeling very sleepy.The speed of the convoy was slower than he expected. Ning Yan drank two cups of tea and lifted the curtain three times on the way, but finally couldn't hold on anymore, wrapped his head in a blanket and fell asleep.

I don't know if it was because of the bumping of the carriage, Ning Yan had a long-lost dream.

In the dream, he was in an open snow field, and when he looked up, he was surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, not to mention people, even vegetation and rocks could hardly be seen.

He walked forward in the snow with one foot deep and one shallow foot, but he didn't know where he was going, so he could only move forward according to his instinct.

The snow under his feet was as soft as clouds, and he couldn't even step on the ground. Ning Yan had a hard time walking.

There seems to be no boundary here, and he seems to have walked for a long time, leaving nothing but a series of footprints in the snow.

After a long time, Ning Yan lost his patience. He turned his head and looked at the long series of footprints behind him, and found that the footprints were endless, submerged in the thick fog, and he couldn't see where they came from. I don't even know how long I walked.

So he didn't want to leave anymore, Ning Yan simply sat on the ground, ready to respond to all changes with the same.

But before he could feel the coolness of the snow, he heard someone calling him behind him.

"Xiao Yan, why are you sitting down?"

Ning Yan turned around following the sound, only to find that Ning Huaijin was standing behind him at some point.The big cloak on his body was in a tuft, and it looked like he had been standing outside for a while, holding a square piece of red silk in his hand, and was worrying about a wall.

It was also at the moment when Ning Yan turned his head that the originally white snow field beside him also changed its appearance, becoming full of flowers and grass, trees and trees.The dark land was soaked in snow and water, and the dead trees that had lost their flowers and leaves in winter stubbornly kept their branches tall and straight, shivering in the cold wind.

The person in the dream didn't know he was in the dream yet, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Ning Yan naturally accepted everything in front of him, as if he had been here all along.

Ning Yan stood up from the snow and greeted Ning Huaijin.

"What's wrong?" Ning Yan asked gently.

It seemed that Ning Huaijin in his dreams always looked the same, in his early twenties, still a little young, but insisted on wearing old-fashioned colors to add stability.

Ning Yan walked behind him, naturally stretched her arms around his waist, and put her head on his shoulder - in the dream, Ning Yan seemed to be a little taller than Ning Huaijin.

"I just took a rest, and you didn't let me worry about it." Ning Yan was like a docile little wolf, quietly lying on Ning Huaijin's shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "What can you do by yourself?" No, do you have to help me?"

Ning Huaijin didn't think there was anything wrong with this posture, he wasn't even distracted by Ning Yan too much, but still looked at the corner with a bit of confusion in his expression.

"Today is the day to start wine." Ning Huaijin said: "Last time I said I would make wine, so I prepared it... But I don't know if the brew will taste good or not."

What wine to make, Ning Yan was slightly taken aback.

His sanity cleared up for a brief moment at this moment, and he miraculously discovered the fact that he was in a dream—he suddenly remembered that absurd night three years ago, when he discovered for the first time that he was indifferent to Ning Huaijin When thinking about it, it seems that he really dreamed that he said he was going to make wine.

Ning Yan thought it was a little funny that the dream still had a beginning and an end.

His sober mind and the absurd cognition in the dream merged so strangely that Ning Yan clearly knew that it was a dream, but he followed Ning Huaijin's instinct to dig out the jar of wine.

— Your Majesty, Your Majesty.

Now, Ning Yan thought strangely, isn't this peeling mud for your precious jar?

--His Majesty.

The voice next to Ning Yan's ear suddenly approached and then went far away, he finally seemed to have realized something, and stopped wiping the wine jar.

—Your Majesty, wake up.

Ning Yan was woken up by Ning Huaijin.

He was a little sleepy, and when he just woke up, he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality. He only opened his eyes and saw Ning Huaijin, then subconsciously reached out and grabbed his wrist, and muttered to him: "... Huaijin .”

Ning Yan's sound was no different from that of a mosquito. Ning Huaijin didn't hear it clearly, so he bent down a little closer and asked, "What did Your Majesty say?"

When Ning Huaijin asked, Ning Yan suddenly woke up from the dream. The moment he woke up, he realized what he had just called, and was startled for a moment, not understanding why he was so defenseless.

"What did His Majesty just say?" Ning Huaijin smiled and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "But was it a dream?"

The carriage had already stopped at some point, the windows and curtains were drawn tightly, and the charcoal stove in the corner was still burning, making the inside of the car a bit stuffy.

Linglong, who had been accompanying her all the time, was also not in the car, and she was sent to some unknown place. In the car, only him who had just woken up and Ning Huaijin who was sitting by the couch were staring wide-eyed.

"Hmm... I had a little dream." Ning Yan was still touching people in his dream just now, and when he woke up, he saw the Lord, feeling a little guilty, and lowered his eyes by getting up, avoiding his gestures. Gaze: "It's a pity that I forgot when I woke up."

"That's a good thing, it means that His Majesty slept well." Ning Huaijin didn't have any doubts, she shook off the folded cloak and put it on Ning Yan.

"We've arrived at the hunting ground. You slept soundly. Linglong couldn't wake you up, so I got into the car without authorization." Ning Huaijin said, "It's fine if it's normal, and it doesn't matter if you sleep a little longer, but today all the ministers are still here." Boss, it's not good to ask them to wait. After a while, His Majesty has finished making arrangements, and then go back to the tent and take a rest."