The lead clouds are low, the wind is strong, the goose feathers are snowing, Qiong Yao is everywhere.

The King City of Gaochang was shrouded in silver.

The drums reverberated, the city gate opened, and a caravan composed of camels and horses slowly drove out of the doorway, several carts were loaded with goods, and the Huren guards with felt hats and machetes on their waists followed the team on horseback. On both sides, patrol back and forth.

Yaoying is wearing a snow-white cloak, boots, a thick brocade-rim hat on her head, and a wind and snow mask on her face. She is wrapped tightly all over her body, riding a black steed, embellished all over her body. At the end of the team, out of the city gate, looking around, there is a vast expanse of snow in front of you.

The wind was howling, and the caravan left the king's city, facing the wind and snow, driving on the wide snow road.

Yaoying Lema stood on a high place, searched around and found the figure of Sultan Gu.

He rode and walked at the front of the team alone, far away from the others, hunting in mysterious clothes, standing tall and solitary, with thousands of mountains and independent peaks.

Yaoying looked at his cold back, and a strange feeling filled her heart again.

Since last night, Sultan Gu has not spoken to her.

She has something to discuss with him, and she always conveys it on her behalf.

Yesterday, in order to talk to Sultan Gu, she waited till it was dark and her feet became sore. Finally, she met him on the front porch. As soon as he met him, he glanced at her faintly, lifted his foot and walked away.

He didn't deliberately avoid her, just as if he suddenly didn't know her, his eyes were as cold as frost and snow.

Yaoying stood there, her face blank.

Yuan Jue twitched the corners of her mouth, smiled awkwardly, and explained that the regent has always been like this, so please don't mind.

Yaoying smiled at the time and didn't ask much.

Fate is lying.

This is not usually the case in Sudan. He looked cold and indifferent, and no one paid any attention, but as long as anyone in the team was in danger, he would definitely help him. Knowing that she was testing his identity when she was sick, he still took good care of her, condoned her small calculations, and urged her to take medicine. When she asked him for advice, he patiently explained to her, knowing everything.

He is like a towering snow peak in the sky, silent, and often disappears in the dust, mist and snow in the sky, but she knows that he is always there, no matter when she looks back, she can always see him tall The tall figure standing there made her feel extremely relieved.

How can such a person suddenly change his temperament?

Yaoying closed her cloak tightly, thinking about it carefully, as if something was wrong with him when she went to look for Sultan Gu in the room that night.

Although he was cold at that time, at least he was willing to talk to her.

In the past two days, she was as busy as a spinning top, going into and out of the palace, Yang's house, and the city. She met waves of people and reminded Lao Qi to count the goods, and finally finished the most important things last night. When she told Yuanjue that it was time to return to the king's court, Yuanjue lightly breathed a sigh of relief, showing a relieved expression.

Yaoying understood that Yuanjue was as anxious to return to the city as she was.

The reason is not hard to guess: Sultan Gu is too weird, and it may only be restored by returning to the royal city.

The wind screamed, and the horse made a few impatient neighs. Yaoying recovered from her meditation, leaned over and patted the horse's neck to show her comfort.

She is waiting for someone.

Not long afterwards, there was a sound of horseshoe treading in the direction of Wangcheng, and Yang Qian rode a maroon red horse galloping.

"Princess!" Before the horse stopped, he loosened the reins, handed over to Yaoying, and took out a dagger full of gems, "Please take this."

Yaoying recognized that this dagger was the one that Yang Qian usually wore on her waist.

"This is what your father left for you?"

Yang Qian held the dagger and said loudly: "Father told me that if I can return to the Central Plains in the future, I will dedicate this dagger to the Central Plains emperor on his behalf, telling the emperor that even if he is forced to change into a beast, he will change to Hu. Yu Yu, he has never forgotten his homeland after he has come from Husu, and his life and death are all Hexi Yang Jiaerlang."

He looked into Yaoying's eyes with a solemn expression.

"Today I dedicate this dagger to the princess."

Yaoying was slightly surprised.

Before she could say her refusal, Yang Qian forwarded her hands with her eyes like torches: "Princess, please take care of this dagger for me. In the future, I will **** the princess back to the Central Plains and the day when Hexi is recovered, the princess will give it to him. I. I don’t know who the emperor of the Central Plains is. I don’t know if the family giants in Chang'an can remember us survivors. I only know that Princess Wen Zhao is a fellow who fought side by side with me!"

The wind and snow were pervasive and the sky was faint. His young and determined face was coated with a faint radiance, and there seemed to be two clusters of flames burning in his eyes.

Hot and firm.

A rush of heat in Yaoying's heart, she lifted her mask, a bright smile overflowing from the corners of her eyes and brows, like a trembling peony, shining brightly.

She took the dagger and said with a smile: "Okay! When I return to the Central Plains, I must make a confession with Shiro!"

Yang Qian laughed loudly: "I measure like a river, and fight for ten thousand drinks. Don't think I can drink too much, the princess!"

"A word is settled?"

"A word is settled!"

The two smiled at each other and raised their hands to high-five.

Yang Qian took up the reins and said, "The lord cannot come to see off the princess, please forgive me."

Yaoying's heart moved, she glanced at the caravan in the distance, and subconsciously lowered her voice and asked, "Shiro, do you know what kind of covenant the lord and the emissary of the royal court have reached?"

Sultan Gu and Yuchi Dharma must have met. What did they exchange and what did they agree to? Why did Yuchi Dharma keep it secret, even Yang Qian kept it?

Yang Qian shook his head, his eyes flickered twice, and his voice lowered a little, saying: "I asked the country lord, but the lord did not reveal a word. I will ask the lord again when I go back? Is it important? ?"

Yaoying smiled: "I'm just curious for a while, Shiro doesn't have to worry about it."

With a cry, Yang Qian raised his head to look into the distance, and his gaze fell on the soldiers waiting not far away.

The princess had too few personal soldiers. He chose thirty soldiers to protect the princess. In order to hide from others, the soldiers had to pretend to be slaves who sold themselves as slaves.

He originally wanted to send some more manpower to the princess, but Yuchi Damo reminded him that doing so would arouse Madame Ina's vigilance, and he could only put his mind off.

Yang Qian clasped his hands tightly and said solemnly: "Princess, Gao Chang can't protect you now. You can only go back to the royal court of Buddha and wait for the news. But please rest assured, I have been secretly training the rebels, and the family soldiers of each family are also secretly training. They have been dispatched to various tribes. When the time is right, the lord of the country can regain the kingship without knowing it, and detain Mrs. Ina. At that time, I will go to the palace to pick you up in person. As long as Zhang Jiu sends back the news, we will be able to Set off to return to the Central Plains."

Yaoying lowered her head and put her dagger away, and chuckled: "Shiro don't have to remember me, I have personal protection by my side. Although there is nothing wrong with our plan, it is difficult to guarantee that Mrs. Ina will not be able to see the clues. You and Lord Yuchi must be cautious. ."

Yang Qian nodded and said, slightly dissatisfied: "Dharma is more cautious than anyone else."

Yaoying didn't answer this sentence.

Yang Qian was full of enthusiasm, wishing he could immediately turn against Bei Rong, and then take the rebels back to the Central Plains. He did not know that with Gaochang's current strength, playing the flag of rebellion was undoubtedly a pebble hitting the stone. Before they escape from Gaochang, Bei Rong will send cavalry to intercept them. .

What they have to do now is to secretly strengthen their strength and find out the manpower of Bei Rong stationed in various places, while constantly sending messengers to contact the Central Plains, sending news as soon as possible, and then waiting for the opportunity.

The two discussed trivial matters such as how to maintain correspondence, recruiting and training rebels, and how to relocate the Hexi survivors who had fallen to various tribes, and waved goodbye.

The young children, one let go of the burden of heart, one step closer to the goal of returning to the Central Plains, one sees hope, and the determination to lead the tribe to return home is firmer, and his chest is full of longing for the future. Both of them have bright eyes and radiant heroism. There is no trace of melancholy.

Yaoying held the reins and kicked the horse's belly lightly.

Suddenly there was a clear clank behind him.

Yaoying turned her head.

Yang Qian didn't know when he held a pipa in his arms. He straightened his back and stroked his fingers, and the agitated sound of gold and stone struck suddenly.

The wind and snow blew her face, Yaoying leaned on her horse, waved to Yang Qian who was playing the pipa on the horse, smiled, and the horse went away, the horse's mane was like black clouds, and the snow-white cloak was hunting and swaying.

Yang Qian looked at her going away, his pride in his chest was like a surge, his fingers flew up and down, and the sound of the pipa became more and more exciting and cheerful.

He was determined to regain his homeland since he was a child. Although he has no regrets, his family laughed at him, his friends ridiculed him, and his elders shook their heads and sighed when they saw him... Now, he finally met a friend who could understand his ambitions and ambitions.

Through the raging wind and snow, the loud and noisy pipa music spread from afar in the vast expanse of snow.

The caravan looked back curiously.

On the hillside, the family lords in brocade clothes held a pipa and saw off his princess with a sonorous "Liangzhou Song".

The Han people and the Hu people in the caravan knew this tune, heard the familiar tune, smiled on their faces, and hummed softly.

Yuanjue looked around, snorted, and rolled his eyes.

The hoof sound is crisp and the slush splashes.

Yaoying galloped, chasing after the caravan surrounded by her own soldiers, and came to him.

Yuanjue quickly condensed his face and straightened his face.

Yaoying didn't slow down, she galloped past him, and galloped towards Sultan Gu, who was in front of the team.

Fate stayed for a while, pinched the horse's belly, and quickly caught up.

Yaoying tied the reins tightly, caught up with Sultan Gu, and walked side by side with him.

"General Su!"

She called out softly, her voice brisk and smiling.

Sultan Gu looked down, a thin layer of snowflakes on his mask.

"General Su, why didn't you see Buddha's eagle today?"

Yaoying looked up at him, she had nothing to say. Just now galloping all the way, she didn't wear a mask, her face was flushed by the wind, her chest was up and down, panting slightly, and her bright eyes were bright.

Sultan Gu didn't say a word, his blue eyes were cold.

Yuanjue followed the two of them, staring at Sultan Gu without blinking, observing his reaction, his expression was tense, his shoulders were tight, his right hand was held on the hilt of the knife around his waist, and his fingers were stiff.

Sultan Gu moved.

Yuanjue immediately squeezed the long knife and pressed his lips tightly, ready to violent at any time.

Sultan Gu turned his horse's head, urged the horse to run quickly, and threw away Yaoying.

Getting along these days seems to be just a dream, she is just an irrelevant stranger to him.

Yaoying looked at the back of Sultan Gu, but did not catch up.

Yuanjue let out a sigh of relief.

Yaoying turned her head suddenly, glanced at him, her eyes were dark, her eyes were calm, with scrutiny.

Yuanjue suddenly felt his hair horrified, his scalp was numb, his hands clung to the reins slowly, turned around and left, and pretended to be on guard.

After a long time, he felt Yaoying's eyes move away, and he patted his chest, feeling lingering.

The princess deserves to be a princess, she was so scary just now.

...

The journey back to the king's court was peaceful, and there was nothing wrong with each other.

When he passed the place where he encountered the gangster last time, Yaoying asked Xie Qing and the others to be more vigilant. People in the caravan remembered this place and picked up knives one after another.

In the end, none of them met, passing through the quicksand hills safely.

Yaoying said in her heart: The bandits were probably really frightened by Sultan Gu, and they were looking for another livelihood.

Thinking of this, she looked around.

Sultan Gu did not know where he went.

Yaoying frowned thoughtfully.

Out of the uninhabited desert, other camel teams can gradually be seen on the commercial road, and there are occasional melodious camel bells in the wind.

On this day, at the beginning of the snow queen, the sun was shining brightly, and brilliant rays of light were reflected on the snowy field.

When the caravan was walking on the snow, and when a post stopped to change horses, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded from the opposite side.

Yaoying dismounted and followed the prestige.

In the sun, a tall and upright man walked towards her, took off his felt hat, and a golden hair was flying in the wind.

Yuanjue behind her greeted her excitedly: "General Ashina!"