Chapter 579

Song Ningyu lowered her eyes, pointed and tapped gently on the table, making a thin sound. Gu Yichen shrank in the corner to see that the eldest sun was innocent, and then looked at Song Ningyu. He opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at the scenery outside. Gu Yichen pulled song Ningyu's sleeve and said in surprise, "sister, look, the snow is melting!"

There is no snow in Chang'an city all year round. Now it has been snowing for more than two months. Chang'an is frozen in it. For a while, the price of carbon fire soared, and now the snow begins to melt again.

The carriage drove on the top of the mountain, bypassing the snake like mountain road, passing through the forest to the north coast and boarding back to the island. Large snowflakes slowly collapsed from the trees, frozen streams slowly melted and flowed towards the foot of the mountain. It was as pleasant as spring.

The dark clouds that have been caged all the year round have become distant, and the green color has become more and more thick with more and more snow. It seems that someone has smeared the mottled green color in a piece of pure white snow. Everything will be a new start, and a new country full of vitality will be born!

There was a glittering ice slide hanging on the tree. Through the ice slide, he saw the silhouette under the sunset more thoroughly. Sun Wuxie blinked his enchanting eyes and held a cup of tea tightly in his hand. The whole person was stunned where he was. I didn't know whether he was bent down by the beautiful scenery or the infinitely good but nearly dusk sunset.

He put down his tea cup and hurriedly climbed out. With the open window, a fresh smell came to his nostrils. The prime minister's Shaozi was quite willful, and its degree was comparable to that of Ouyang fire.

Then he rushed out of the carriage and shouted, "stop! I want to have fun here and go back later!"

The coachman stopped the carriage in some embarrassment, and the other carriage followed him. Five zuns came down from the carriage and glanced at the scene of the mountains and rivers at their feet and the snow melting into the treetops. Coupled with the sunset at the end of the world, they glanced at the wayward young master who took Gu Yichen's carriage.

"Rest for half an hour and then start." when one of the first five spoke, the eldest sun Wuxie proudly nodded, hum, is that decent! A childe of the prime minister's residence, if no one listens to a word, it's OK!

The eldest sun Wuxie rushed up quite familiar and threw several snowballs at the five. The five quietly avoided. The five stood on the roof of the carriage, overlooking a great scene in the inland. Song Ningyu and Ouyang fire also got off the carriage. Feng stood aside and quietly looked at a group of people fighting a snowball battle. The silver bell like laughter even his lips couldn't help rising.

It seems that he has never heard song Ningyu laugh as recklessly as a child. Gu Yichen threw a snowball at Song Ningyu. As a result, it missed and hit the wind directly. Looking at the killing opportunity flashed in the expressionless face of the wind, Gu Yichen straightened his back, pursed his lips and looked uneasy.

"You, if you don't like it, just smash it back!" Gu Yichen didn't expect that the wind really smashed it back. Two lumps of snowflakes blocked his eyes and two more panda eyes.

A game, half an hour passed quickly. With the last sunset, the moon boarded the night sky, and there were few night stars. The mountain road illuminated was particularly obvious.

A play also came at a price. Gu Yichen may be the root cause of the disease left in the skeleton pirate group that time. His body began to be intermittent. He was always not good. Sometimes he would wake up suddenly when he fell asleep, staring at the four sides in horror, with empty eyes.

Gu Yichen had a fever and lay in Song Ningyu's arms. He burned badly. Changsun Wuye rushed out from time to time to catch some snow. The frozen towel made his hands red in changsun Wuye's hands.

Ouyang Huo sits beside song Ningyu, holding a towel. Feng sits in the corner, holding the blue water sword in his hand, with cold eyes.

After a whole night's toss, Gu Yichen's fever slowly subsided. During the bumps along the way, Gu Yichen sweated his clothes because of fear, shook his head, pulled song Ningyu's sleeve uneasily and called his sister.

Song Ningyu twisted her eyebrows and glanced. The eldest sun Wuxie asked softly, "aunt Mo was taken away. Did you take anyone else? Such as her daughter?"

Gu Yichen shook his head and shook his face, probably because the appearance of Gu Yichen's illness was terrible and trembled: "only my sister-in-law was sent back in the prime minister's house. As for others, I haven't seen her. My sister-in-law locked herself in the room every day. I went to see her several times, but she didn't speak."

Song Ningyu rubbed Gu Yichen's hair and looked distressed: "when I went, he had only half a day left. Whenever he couldn't support it, he would draw a knife on his body. He was innocent. Do you know how many knives he drew on his body?"

Song Ningyu glanced at her stunned eldest grandson and smiled. Although she said that the childe in front of her was 17 or 18 years old, her face was still a little too simple. In Song Ningyu's opinion, how unfair it was for Gu Yichen.

But the world is like this. No matter how hard you work, you can't compare with others' easy talent, which is faster, deeper and more thorough! Genius is ninety-nine talents plus one point of effort, while fool is ninety-nine efforts plus one point of talent.

She threw a shocking look at Gu Yichen's eldest son, Wu Xie, and murmured, "193 knives." large and small cuts were all over her body. Song Ningyu even regretted when she bandaged Gu Yichen. If she had gone to find him earlier, she wouldn't be like this.

The lark went to change clothes with song Ningyu and never followed song Ningyu again. A bird without hair can't fly. It's really useless to follow around.

Ouyang fire glanced at the wind on one side and said meaningfully to song: "the personal guards around Tang Huang are getting longer and longer."

Song Ningyu was surprised. He suddenly realized that Ouyang Huo might have noticed it, and now he wouldn't hide it from him. He smiled at Ouyang Huo and said, "what do you think it should be? That's how." the wind swept Ouyang Huo's eyes, sat in the corner expressionless, and looked at the red carbon stove still burning in the corner of the carriage.

"Very good." Ouyang fire swept his eyes at the wind sitting in the corner, smiled happily, threw down two words, lowered his eyes and continued to change the cotton cloth on Gu Yichen's forehead, touched his forehead and murmured, "it seems that some fever has subsided."

Changsun Wuxie touched his nose, stretched out his hand and lifted the sleeve of the young man's hand bit by bit, revealing the wounds covered with scars. There were scabs on those wounds, and some scabs were probably due to deterioration. With his gentle press, white pus slowly flowed out, which made changsun Wuxie feel bad.