You hear it, do people say it?

On the day when the first snow fell in Rongzhou City, several carriages traveled thousands of miles from the capital on the crushed snow.

The guard at the gate of the city carefully checked the documents delivered in the car, returned them after confirming that they were correct, and saluted politely: "Your Excellency came from afar, and the lowly rank should not bother you too much; but now you are approaching On New Year's Eve, Rongzhou City is close to the border again.......The low-ranking class really dare not trust you, so please get off the car and let the low-ranking class do a little inspection."

The guard thought about his words, but he was very disturbed inside.After all, the person in the car is a Beijing official, so I don't know what his temper is; and it is said that this person seems to be old with His Royal Highness who is currently in charge of Rongzhou, if he bumps into him——

"It's okay."

A gentle and pleasant voice sounded in the car, and the curtain was lifted from the inside, and the young gentleman in official uniform stepped out of the car, and looked at the guards with a smile: "Everyone, check the passing cars. , as worthy of the imperial court; secondly, it is for the stability of my dynasty and the benefit of all people in the world. This is the right way, you don’t need to be so humble, please feel free to check.”

The soldiers guarding the gate had never heard such ironic words, and they were immediately excited, and even stood up a lot more energetic: "Yes! Thank you, Mr. Fu!"

This Mr. Fu is naturally Fu Ning.

Rongzhou is located in the southwest, although it is also in the south, but the climate is far less warm and humid than Yuezhou.Fu Ning stretched out his hand to catch a piece of scattered thin snow, and watched the snow flakes melt in his palm, disappearing in an instant, just like the time flies in the past few years.

"Master Fu, the humble officials have checked, you can get on the bus."

The inside of the carriage was lit with incense, and it was clean and tidy. The soldiers didn't bother to look through it, so they got out of the carriage after taking a quick look. After checking the items in the carriage at the back, they immediately came to invite Fu Ning boarding.

Fu Ning greeted with a smile: "Thank you."

The carriages and horses began to move forward again, but the bookboy who got out of the carriage just now refused to stay in the carriage obediently. Instead, he sat by the window, raised the curtain to block the wind, and looked out curiously: " Young master! It's so lively here, it's no worse than our Yuezhou city!"

Fu Ning, who was about to close his eyes and rest his mind, raised his head when he heard the words, and looked out of the window again: "Rongzhou no longer has the tyranny of King Yi, and has opened up trade routes with the neighboring small countries. It's lively."

The book boy was lying by the window, carefully looking at the street along the street which was very different from the style of the capital city; Funing didn't stop him, but just opened the window beside him and looked out.

There is a lot of broken snow, but pedestrians on the road are not in a hurry to speed up their pace, or walk into the shops along the street in twos and threes, asking for a bowl of steaming food; safely.

Through the window of the car, Fu Ning had a panoramic view of the excitement along the way, which was attributed to the smile on his lips.

I don't know if the old man who hasn't seen him for a long time has also integrated into such leisure and tranquility?

When the chariots and horses from the north were crossing the streets and alleys, the butler of Xun Yi's mansion suddenly summoned most of the few servants over.

The servant girl who came in a hurry was elated. Although she still abided by the etiquette, she still couldn't hold back and asked first: "Uncle Zhang, you are so anxious to call us over, but His Royal Highness is willing to have a good year this year?"

When the other servants saw that someone asked, they all looked at the old butler eagerly, hoping that he could give an answer that everyone expected.

After all, His Royal Highness has been in Rongzhou for the past few years, and almost all festivals have been kept simple. Even the Spring Festival, it was just asking them to change into a new pair of peach charms. Other than that, they hadn't prepared much. Although they relaxed , but somewhat felt sorry for the master.

The butler looked at them, but sighed: "No, this year we should just change the peach charms. But—" he looked at the curious eyes of the people around him, and said slowly, "His Royal Highness told us to prepare well next year. The arrangement for the Lantern Festival."

The servant girl looked at each other in blank dismay - it's only the 29th day of the Chinese New Year today, and there is still more than half a month before the Lantern Festival!

The butler didn't explain much, and arranged things properly one by one, and was about to ask someone to go out to buy first, but when he turned around, he found that the concierge had brought in a young man who was familiar but unfamiliar.

Unfamiliarity is naturally never seen before, while familiarity is because——

The steward sank into his dantian, and shouted: "Go and tell His Royal Highness, the person he painted has come back to life!"

What happened in the front hall, Xun Yi, who was at his desk dealing with political affairs in the study, had no idea, but frowned when he heard the commotion, and told the boy at the door: "Go and see what's going on."

The boy agreed and went out, but after a while there was another noise at the door, as if someone had come in.

It's just that the people who came in didn't stay at the door in a regular manner, but walked towards the table.

Xun Yi frowned and put down his pen, and was about to see which servant didn't understand the rules, but when he turned around, he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night, and dreamed countless times at midnight.

But compared with the dream, there are many differences.

The person in front of me has completely broken away from the innocence of a child, and walks like an orchid and a jade tree, which is more touching than when they parted four years ago.

For a moment he thought he was in a dream, until the man walked up to him, he said in a daze, "Ziyu?"

"it's me."

Caressing Xun Yi's face with slightly cold fingers, it was Fu Ning who was describing his face with his fingers: "I can't wait for the Lantern Festival, so I asked for leave early. But if brother Xun Yi thinks I came early, I will So I went outside to find a place to live, and waited until the Lantern Festival—oh!"

The falling snow is gradually thickening, and the room is full of spring.

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