Chapter 203

At the end of September and the beginning of October, winter is the end of autumn.

But Jinan is already in Huaihe and Hebei after all, and the weather is almost as cold as winter in the south.

Jiang Xuening has spent most of the past two years in the south. He hasn't experienced such dry and cold weather for a long time. At first he encountered it again, but he still didn't adapt to it. Along with Xie Wei, he spent the time in Jinan government. He didn't even have the heart to go out and watch the excitement, so he stayed in the house.

She recovered quickly.

After all, although he was too tight in the mountains during that time, Xie Wei had a good sleep on his way back. Although he was weak after waking up, the doctor took good care of him, and he was as lively as ordinary people in two days.

But Xie Wei really had a toss.

That week, the doctor said that he had been walking in the snow for a long time and had frostbite on his legs and feet. In a short time, it's better not to walk casually. There are also see fried medicine to the house from time to time, the doctor carrying a capsule with acupuncture, massage blood.

Up to now, this man is a good cook?

Jiang Xuening suddenly had the illusion of being slapped on the face and humiliated from top to bottom.

But I can't control it.

Eat one and take another.

Needless to say, she failed to prevent Xie Wei's "routine".

Just as the world's men look for outside rooms and raise concubines, Jiang Xuening can't control himself. When he crosses the boundary, the difference between eating Xie Wei and drinking Xie Wei is zero times and countless times.

What can you do if you eat everything?

Can you spit it out?

What's more, Xie Wei's words are really right. She has already lived a whole life again. Even though there is no real freedom in the world, the small desire of delicious belly can not be fulfilled. What's the meaning of living? What's more, she vowed to Xie Wei that she couldn't bear to die, that is, she couldn't give up all kinds of cares and desires in the world.

Just eat it.

People in the eaves, where can not bow?

She thought that she had to go to the border to find Yan Lin and save the princess. There were many places to ask for Xie Wei. Sometimes she said something soft. If people were willing to cook food for her, she would accept it. If the relationship is broken, isn't it lifting a stone and hitting yourself in the foot?

So he broke the pot and simply followed Xie Wei to eat and drink.

After two days, she couldn't eat the dishes cooked by the cooks in other courtyard.

But Xie Wei was not really a cook, so Jiang Xuening had to see him walking from the corridor to the South kitchen. He followed him in the name of "Mr. filial piety" and guarded the food just out of the pot.

Xie Wei is a hermit.

But as soon as I take off my robe and roll up my sleeve, I can make a decent dish.

Occasionally she lifted her eyes from the chopping board or the ingredients in the pot, and when she looked over, she felt that Xie Wei, who was so smoky, was much more pleasing to the eye than the half sage who lived in the temple and planned.

Xie Wei doesn't seem to be in a hurry to start these days. The officials of Shandong Province also finished their meeting. When the courtyard was quiet, he would occasionally play the piano, read books and cook.

Very patient.

Although the trip was delayed, there was no panic at all. Clearly, he had a plan in mind, but he didn't have to do anything except make some food for Jiang Xuening.

Jiang Xuening was boiling in warm water, almost forgetting his initial vigilance.

She can't do anything. She can only watch the fire in the kitchen.

In this way, she was occasionally disliked by Xie Wei. She could not control the heat well, which would spoil the taste of the food.

It's October now, and the cold winter is beginning to show. In the kitchen, there is a hot stove with water on one side and a burning stove on the other. It's warm.

The news that the princess was trapped in Tatar has spread all over the country.

There's a lot of talk all over the street.

Jiang Xuening adds firewood to the stove. She remembers that she hasn't seen Dao Qin these days. She stares at the flame for a long time, and then she can't help looking up at Xie Wei.

Xie Juan's slender fingers pressed the fresh and soft fish maw on the chopping board. He cut it slowly and pulled it into thin slices bit by bit. His insipid seriousness was no different from reading and playing the piano.

In front of the pot there is a small pot of water that has been boiling to the crab's eye.

He raised his eyelids to look at the water. Without looking at Jiang Xuening again, he knew that she didn't know what kind of errand she was doing: "I didn't have enough firewood. If you want to make a fire, just ask me what you want to ask. "

Now, after a long time, Jiang Xuening went to Jinan and said, "isn't it true that he was waiting for the kitchen to be closed?"

Xie Wei's knife didn't stop: "I'm not afraid. What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Xuening rolled his eyes: "didn't you say that Yanlin had gone to the border first? You want to rectify the imperial edict, but -- "

Xie Wei interrupted her:" the imperial edict is on the way to the border. "

Jiang Xuening was shocked, so she thought of Dao Qin that had disappeared these days: "I said how Dao Qin disappeared!"It's just

She couldn't help frowning: "if we don't get there, can Yan Lin succeed?"

Xie Wei hung his head and hands for a moment. There was a kind of unexplained indifference in his voice: "if it had not been for me, it would not have been possible for him to do anything, then he would have suffered in vain for his migration in recent years."

Jiang Xuening had a palpitation in her heart.

After a long time, she hesitated and asked, "when shall we leave?"

Xie Wei finally finished the fish fillets. He took a look at her, and then took a few pieces of ginger to cut. His voice was steady and calm: "don't worry."

*

the sun is like blood.

The border town is desolate.

The new wind blows from the northwest, and the old banners are covered with dust, only fluttering at the head of the city. Outside is the barracks where the border troops are stationed. On the high spot, the leaves are falling, and the bronze Unicorn claws are rusty without being polished.

The outline of youth is more profound and distinct than when he was young, and his eyes are more calm and introverted than before.

It's just like a sword without scabbard when it's lifted by chance!

It's a strong suit in dark blue, with tight cuffs, strong arms, smooth lines, straight waist and back, and a sense of beauty with power. The palm, which had some cocoon skin because of the sharpening of the sword, was slowly caressed by the rusty Unicorn carving.

Something is climbing up the old lines.

Clearly is so cold, but Yan Lin felt a long time no hot.

The dianjiangtai is three feet above the ground and is a hundred feet wide.

Fifty thousand border troops are arrayed below!

But he was the only one on the stage. Look up, only the vast wilderness, banners against the wind, rolling clouds, sword like snow!