Dream Hua Embers Records

Huining City in the twilight looked quiet and serene.

It's cold in the north, even in late spring, people are still used to going to bed early as soon as it gets dark.There was no one in the market, and the shops were closed and their doors were closed.Cooking smoke wafted from the chimneys of every family, and occasionally one or two lights were dimly lit in the dim yellow twilight.

This Jing'an post is Dayuan's national post, the residence of envoys from various countries, and also the temporary residence of foreign relatives and dynasties.At this time, Yi Wang Yan Qihao lived here.

As it was getting dark, a servant in green came out of the posthouse, picked up the red gauze lantern at the door with a fork, and lit a candle.The fiery red candlelight reflects the characters "Yi" and "Yuan" on the lamp, which is really beautiful.

The servant hung up the lamp, looked suspiciously at the two people standing at the door, one big and one small, sighed, and walked down the steps.

In the dim yellow twilight and the fiery red lights intertwined into a warm red halo, a small figure in white clothes stood upright, behind him was a maid in crimson clothes with white hair like snow.Neither of them spoke or moved, and they had stood here for a long time.

"Little Sanlang, the prince is really not here, he has gone to the military camp outside the city."

"Even if you go to the military camp, you must come back." Yan Yin said, perhaps because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was astringent.

"I'm not sure to come back tonight, maybe I'll be staying outside the city. It's getting late, please go back and rest early, Mr. Sanlang!"

"Which barracks is he in?"

"Hey! Didn't the little one say it before? This is a major military matter. The little one is just a servant, so how could he know?"

"No matter where the father goes, he will always come back, and I will wait here." Yan Yin pursed her lips with a determined face.

"This..." The servant looked at An Shuyu helplessly, "Elder-in-law, you have to persuade Mr. Xiaosanlang, look at the foggy day, and there is going to be a strong wind. Mr. Xiaosan is in this cold place. Standing in it, you will get sick from the cold."

An Shuyu was helpless, pointed to his mouth, and said ahh twice, indicating that he couldn't speak.

"He can't talk, it's useless for you to tell him. I'm the master and he's a slave. I've never heard of a master wanting to listen to a slave." Yan Yin took the conversation coldly, and then stretched out her hand to signal An Shuyu.

An Shuyu sighed with a wry smile, shook out a fox fur cape from his bag, and put it on Yan Yin.

"Are you satisfied with this? I have clothes to keep out the cold, and I won't freeze to death even if I stand overnight. You should go in and report to the inside to find out. Just rest early."

The servant frowned when he heard something in Yan Yin's words, he didn't know how to respond, so he retreated in embarrassingly.

Yan Yin snorted softly, her face was full of disdain, but her eyes were obviously wet.

Seeing this situation, An Shuyu didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to stick to his duty as a servant and stand here with Yan Yin.

Yesterday Yan Yin found out the truth about the oath master shooting willows, she locked herself in the room all night, without saying a word, just repeatedly pushing that Hua Rong said.Early the next morning, the emperor came down to court, so he ran to see the emperor.

An Shuyu didn't know what Yan Yin said to the emperor, but he saw tears on his face when he ran out of Qianyuan Hall.

The two of them immediately left the palace and came here.

The people in the posthouse reasoned that Yan Qihao was not there, but Yan Yin just didn't believe it and had been standing here for a day.Before coming here, Yan Yin told him to bring this cloak. I'm afraid he knew from the very beginning that Yan Qihao would not agree so easily, so he was prepared to wait all night.

The night was getting darker, the sky was densely covered with thick clouds, and the surroundings were pitch black. Only the two lanterns were shaking gently in the wind, with a dim red light, swaying in the darkness, like lights on a sea of ​​raging black waves. A piece of red sail.It was very quiet around, as if everyone had fallen asleep, but there was a faint light shining from the high wall of the posthouse, presumably there was still a lamp burning inside, and there was an insomnia person under the lamp.

The surrounding area was getting colder and colder, and there was a bit of midwinter chill, even though Yan Yin was wrapped in fox fur, she couldn't help shivering slightly, but she didn't know if it was the cold, or she couldn't bear it after standing for a long time.

An Shuyu was just about to raise his hand to pat Yan Yin's shoulder, to persuade him to turn around, but Yan Yin took out a small porcelain bottle of azure blue from his bosom, unplugged it, poured out a vermilion pill, swallowed.

An Shuyu didn't know what kind of medicine it was, so he patted Yan Yin's shoulder lightly, with a worried expression on his face.

Yan Yin raised her head and looked back with a smile, and explained, "This is a medicine for strengthening the body. After taking it, I won't be sleepy or afraid of the cold. It's commonly used in the army."

Before the words were finished, snow fell sporadically from the sky.

An Shuyu took Yan Yin's palm and wrote the word "Hui".

Yan Yin shook her head, "No, if the king doesn't come out for a day, I'll just stand there for a day. I don't believe that he won't come out on the day of offering sacrifices to heaven."

An Shuyu let out a long sigh, and wrote down the word "back door".

Yan Yin's tears fell instantly, "No way! My father would not bully me like this! If so, is he still my father?!"

An Shuyu regretted for a while, he shouldn't have written these two words.This child was not trying to block Yan Qihao at the door, but was betting on Yan Qihao's sympathy for him.Whether Yan Qihao is in the post or not, it's the same.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold snow particles drilled into people's necks, bringing a chill.

An Shuyu took off his coat, propped himself up with both hands, and blocked Yan Yin's head.

"Don't! Eunuch An, you will be cold."

An Shuyu smiled, pointed to the hat on his head, and then pointed to Yan Yin's bun without a scarf on the top of his head.

"No! If you wear too thin clothes, you will get sick. If you are sick, who will I rely on!"

Hearing Yan Yin's words, An Shuyu's heart felt hot, and he hugged Yan Yin's shoulder tightly, letting him lean on him.Yan Yin didn't resist, and gently leaned forward.

The door of the posthouse opened with a squeak, and this time, an official from the posthouse came out, wearing a seventh-rank official uniform, holding a lantern in his left hand and an umbrella in his right hand.

"Little Sanlang, let's go back! The prince will not come back today. When the prince comes back, I will send someone to report to you, okay?"

Yan Yin pursed her lips, shook her head, but did not answer.

"Little Sanlang?" The official called out again, seeing that Yan Yin didn't respond, he handed the umbrella to An Shuyu and turned to leave.

Yan Yin suddenly stared and shouted, "This umbrella...Did your father ask you to bring it here?"

The official was startled, turned around, and said with a smile, "No, it's the lower officials who make their own decisions, and it's none of the prince's business."

Yan Yin suddenly thumped and fell to her knees on the wet and cold ground.

This time, the official was so shocked that he turned pale with fright, he quickly stretched out his hand to support him, and said, "Little Sanlang, what are you doing? This is really a disgrace to the official."

"Get up!" Yan Yin sternly said, "I'm not kneeling on you, I'm kneeling on my father, I know my father is inside."

"My lord is really not in there, little Saber, you are..." The official was at a loss and looked at An Shuyu with embarrassment.

"Go back and report to your father, just tell me what I said, every day he doesn't see me, I will kneel here every day." Yan Yin's tone was firm.

The official shook his head and sighed, turned and went in.

Yan Yin's eyes were shining with hope.

An Shuyu sighed secretly, and used the umbrella to firmly protect Yan Yin's body.

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