Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

Jiangguo, Zeyi, Royal Palace Forbidden Garden. This is a tall building standing alone by the water, with a wide range of furnishings and decorations. Its beauty and delicacy are even better than that of King Yang's Palace. The building has two floors. The upper floor is made of wood, while the lower floor is made of bricks. The upper floor is the living quarters, and the lower floor is equipped with a stove. It's warm and well designed. But at this time, the north wind was blowing hard outside the window, but the room was freezing cold. There was no firewood, no charcoal, no servants, and no clothes... Yan Wei was wrapped in a brocade quilt, holding a bowl of herbal tea in both hands, and sipping it. She was still wearing that black dress.

"Aside from being cold, there's nothing wrong with it." Yan Wei thought to herself comfortingly. Can't help but recall the day when he first arrived here, Long Yang seemed to be still angry, he threw all the clothes and dresses in the room downstairs, and said with a sneer: "These clothes are women's clothes, I think Young Master Wei wouldn't wear them, Don't put it here to be an eyesore, sorry, I didn't know that Young Master Wei was coming, and I didn't prepare men's clothes in advance, so I can only let Young Master Wei endure for a few days."

How did you answer it at that time?I can't remember it, but it seems to be smiling, and the content of what I said is also polite and polite.The sun was very good that day, and it was warm and warm like a spring day, making people almost forget the cold winter that is coming soon. It was said to be patient for a few days, but before I knew it, half a month had passed.During this period, no one came to visit, and Longyang did not send any servants to serve. For Yan Wei, there was no one to wait for him. There was rice in the warehouse, a well in the yard, and reeds to burn by the lake, so it was time to cook porridge.The method of catching fish that Tong Rate used before was very simple, and Yan Wei mastered it after only trying it once or twice, and there are fresh fish to accompany the meal every day.

It's just that there is no charcoal, and it is no problem to use reed stalks for cooking, but it cannot be used for heating for a long time.Every day before midnight, the fire below goes out, and the room is as cold as ice. Yan Wei, who wakes up from the cold, always huddles in the brocade quilt, hesitating whether to get up and start a fire, and often bears it until she is done. dawn. The weather is getting colder every day, and it is getting more unbearable every day. The room is very big, only Yan Wei is alone, and it is facing the water, and there is no shelter around, so it feels more and more damp and cold.At night, it was too cold to sleep, so Yan Wei got up and boiled some herbal tea to drink. One was to light a fire to make the room warmer, and the other was to expel the cold from the wind.

"If it's Princess Fu, she probably won't be able to survive anymore." After thinking about it, Yan Wei unconsciously spoke out. There was no one around her to talk to, so she developed a habit of talking to herself. habit.Recalling that in Yangguo Palace, although there were no caring people, but casually chatting with the palace maids every day to pass the time, thinking about it now, it is still very comfortable, although I didn't feel it at that time.At this moment, there is really no one around me, so I remembered that it was good at that time, there was someone... even if there was a dog, it would not be so lonely...

Yan Wei thought again, if it was Princess Fu, it seems that she would not be treated like this.Thinking of the gorgeous silk clothes thrown downstairs by Long Yang that day, it seems... really carefully prepared... and thinking of the red dress that was torn before the Changyan Pass that day, could it be... he is sincere Want to marry yourself?Wearing men's clothes by himself means that he has clearly rejected him in front of thousands of soldiers from both countries, and he will definitely lose face.It's just...he was a bit too angry, how could he tear his clothes in public?There was also the hidden weapon that was shot at Tong Shi that day, and he was also angry... It seems that this person can't control himself when his temper comes up, like a child who hasn't grown up.

Although the days were miserable and lonely, Yan Wei felt peaceful and joyful, without any complaints.This life is like the situation at home before, free and unrestrained.Maybe... the dragon that Young Master Yu said was transformed into a fish and roamed the rivers and lakes, this is the feeling.It's a pity that with an identity like the son's, and an identity like myself, it's doomed not to be able to live like this forever. Snowing. Dots of snow particles scattered all over the sky, and a thin layer accumulated on the ground.The sky was covered with thick black clouds, without a ray of light, it was already midnight, and the sky was still dark.

Although it was snowing, it was surprisingly warm. Yan Wei walked slowly to the water's edge and looked at the other side. Over there, it should be the palace of the Jiang Kingdom, the residence of King Jiang, Longyang, and Solanum nigrum.Against the background of the snow, the scenery on the other side became clearer. Those fluttering spots of red and green must be servants and servants of the palace, right?Shuttle back and forth, busy, endlessly bustling, looking at my own place, there are no fireworks, it is cold and lonely. The desolation that was caught off guard suddenly surged up, crushing the strength that Yan Wei had been holding on to all along, tears poured out uncontrollably.It was the same feeling when she lowered the car curtain in front of Changyan Pass, but Yan Wei gritted her teeth and held back the tears.But at this time, the sadness and helplessness accumulated for many days suddenly burst, and turned into tears, pouring out uncontrollably.

With tears in her eyes, Yan Wei suddenly saw a little dancing flames on the opposite bank, she hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and took a closer look. At the junction of the white shore and the clear water, there stood a solitary mat shed, like the place where Mu Xuanshi smelted iron that Tong Shou pointed out to him that day.At this time, the fire was lit up again, and the blazing fire was particularly eye-catching in the vast snowy field. Yan Wei became very curious, and walked along the shore of the lake, stepping on the snow all the way. This place is very strange, although it is facing the water, it is surrounded by an open space, there is not even a reed, only the mat shed stands in the center without leaning on all sides.It may be because the wrought iron needs to be fired, and the surrounding vegetation has been cleaned up for fear of causing a fire...

The person in the mat tent, wearing a turban, bare upper body, black and red skin, and a scar on his left cheek, turned out to be Mubie! Mu Bie also saw Yan Wei, stopped what he was doing, and looked at Yan Wei in surprise. "Why is he here?" Yan Wei thought, if she was still "Yan Wei", the person in front of her would be her own cousin, but now, he is an irrelevant person... No, if you follow Mu Xuanshi As far as mother is concerned, they are still relatives, but they are far away, and she has become his elder... It's so confusing, Yan Wei shook her head vigorously, trying to drive away these thoughts.

Mu Bie got it wrong and asked, "Uncomfortable?" Yan Wei smiled: "I'm fine, why are you here?" But Mubie said, "What about you?" Yan Wei said: "I'm a hostage, so I live over there." As she spoke, she turned her head and pointed to her own residence. Mu Bie let out an "oh". Yan Wei asked again: "What about you? Why have you come to Jiang Country?" Mubie said: "Father's will." Yan Wei was startled and said, "Your father's death?! How did you find out about it?" Mu Bie said: "Father left me a roll of silk paper." Yan Wei said: "Isn't the method of smelting iron written on the silk paper? Could there be something else?" Hearing Yan Wei said that he had seen the silk paper, Mu Bie seemed a little surprised, looked up at Yan Wei, and said, "The brocade wrapped outside the silk paper is double-sided jacquard, with handwriting woven on the inside." "Ah?" Yan Wei was very surprised. She never expected Jiang Guo's silk weaving skills to be so miraculous that she could even weave a double-sided brocade with different patterns on both sides. Mu Bie nodded, as if unwilling to talk about this topic. Yan Wei, on the other hand, had the temperament to break the casserole and ask the end, and asked again: "Then what are you doing here?" "Smelting iron to cast swords." Mu Bie replied without raising his head. Yan Wei pursed her lips and said, "You can smelt iron and cast swords in Chiya, so why do you have to go to Jiang Country?" Mu Bie said: "There is a magic sword here." Yan Wei wondered: "What is that magic sword? It really has such great magic power, can it make you father and son go forward?" After hearing this, Mu Bie frowned, pursed his lips, and continued to fiddle with his work. It was obvious that he didn't want to continue answering Yan Wei's questions. Yan Wei was a little depressed by Mu Bie's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but she didn't know how to continue to make Mu Bie speak. The fire was blazing, and Yan Wei felt hot all over her body, with sweat on her face, but there was a cold wind blowing behind her.Yan Wei had no choice but to turn around slightly so that her back could be warmed by the fire. Mu Bie looked up at Yan Wei, and said, "You don't wear too much clothes, you will get sick when the wind blows." "You should also pay attention, you need to add more clothes when it's cold, don't always go bare-chested." Yan Wei said. Mu Bie said: "I'm used to it, it doesn't matter." Yan Wei looked at the scars on Mu Bie's face, and said apologetically, "On Chiya, I was supposed to dispense the medicine for you, but I left in a hurry and didn't have time. Now I want to dispense it, but I can't." That condition...sorry." Mu Bie reached out and touched the scar on his face, his expression softened, and he said, "It's okay, you don't have to worry about it." Yan Wei pointed to the charcoal under Mu Bie's feet, and said a little embarrassedly: "This...can you share some with me?" Mu Bie was a little puzzled, frowned slightly, but didn't ask anything, just said: "Just take it." Yan Wei reached out to pick up the half bag of charcoal that had already been used, but felt it was too heavy, so she took out another part and piled it on top of other bags. Mu Bie frowned again: "Take it all." Yan Wei smiled: "It's too heavy." Talking to someone like Mu Bie who is as stingy as gold, unconsciously, the words became shorter. Mu Bie sighed softly: "Forget it, you go back first, and I will send you a few bags later." Yan Wei smiled and said: "No need, you have a lot of charcoal here, and you gave it to me, what do you do? I'll take these first, and wait until I run out, so I won't bother you." Mu Bie smiled and stopped talking. It was the first time Yan Wei saw him laugh, but she was not used to it, so she also laughed: "It's rare for me to meet someone who can talk, so just let me come a few more times! That way you won't be lonely." Mu Bie said: "I've been on the side of Demon Sword...today, October 15th, I came here to have a look..." Only then did Yan Wei recall that today is the Xiayuan Festival, the day when incense is burned to worship ancestors. Could it be that Mubie didn't come to forge iron, but to pay homage to his father?Thinking about it, Yan Wei glanced around, and saw that there was no iron ore, iron blocks or iron swords around, only the fire was burning fiercely, and there seemed to be a scent of incense candles floating in the dry and cold air.Looking at Mu Bie's waist again, there are two swords hanging. The short one is the "Xuanshi · Bie" seen on Chiya before; the other long sword is Mu Xuanshi's unfinished sword. The "Sangluan" has been equipped with a hilt and scabbard at this time, and it must have been completed. Suddenly, Yan Wei felt a little guilty. After all, she was more or less involved in the assassination of Mu Xuanshi. Facing Mu Bie, she actually felt a little guilty.Moreover, after killing Mu Xuanshi, Mu Bie came to Jiang Country again, still with iron smelting skills, should he kill Mu Bie again?If not, wouldn't it be meaningless to assassinate Mu Xuanshi? Seeing that Yan Wei didn't speak, Mu Bie made a mistake again and said, "Although I'm not here, these charcoals will always be kept here, and you can come and get them anytime." Yan Wei bid farewell to Mubie, and walked briskly back to her residence. She was in an exceptionally good mood along the way, and she couldn't suppress it even if she wanted to, almost wanting to sing loudly.One is that I met old friends in a foreign country; the other is that it is the first time in these days that someone talks to me; the third is that I have found so many charcoal, and I no longer have to suffer from the cold.Although I feel a little guilty about Mu Xuanshi's death, and I am worried about Mu Bie's defection to Jiang Guo, but the confrontation between the two countries is a matter far away from me after all. It is the little happiness every day.Yan Wei smiled self-deprecatingly. After all, she was just an ordinary woman, and she couldn't afford the righteousness of her family and country. As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a green bag on the side of the door. When I opened it, it turned out to be another bag of charcoal!It is black and oily, and its shape is delicate. At first glance, it looks like the exquisite goods used in the Forbidden Palace, much better than the coarse charcoal used in Mubie's iron smelting. Yan Wei looked through it carefully, and found that there were no markings or words on the bag, so who sent it?Wujie?Solanum nigrum?Or... what about Longyang?