Uncle Li raised his head slightly, looked at Mo Yu with tears in his eyes and asked, "Master, will the young master never come back?"
A tear suddenly slipped out of Mo Yu's right eye and fell heavily on the snow: "...How could it be, haven't we already returned?"
Uncle Li asked in a pleading tone, like a lonely child, "Then, are you still leaving?"
Mo Yu quickly wiped the tears from his face, squatted down, and coaxed softly: "I will never leave again. Xinzhai and I will stay here with you. He is still waiting for us in the house to cook. Let's go back, okay?"
"Oh, yes, how could I have forgotten this important matter? Let's cook!"
During dinner, Uncle Li mistook Mo Yu for Li Xinzhai again. Perhaps it was a sudden recollection, but after dinner, before Mo Yu could clear his bowl, Uncle Li grabbed him and recounted a slew of memories from his time with Li Xinzhai. He talked about how he'd grown from a child to a sturdy young man, finally becoming a handsome and talented man like his father. His words were filled with pride, as if directed at Mo Yu himself.
When Mo Yu had cleared the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and boiled some hot water to ask Uncle Li to wash up and rest, Uncle Li was staring at Li Xinzhai's shrine in a daze, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Uncle Li, what's wrong?"
“…”
"Uncle Li?"
Uncle Li opened his eyes and looked at the altar in front of him lovingly without responding. Mo Yu touched him lightly, and the old man who had been sitting in the chair looking at the altar fell stiffly into his arms.
Mo Yu held the serene old man in his arms and finally burst into tears. "You people, this place has truly become a deep forest. How can you bear to watch me die alone here? You are such a heartless bunch!"
...Not long after, two more graves appeared under the peach tree. Mo Yu leaned against the snow-covered peach tree and couldn't help but sigh, "Uncle Li, you've taken care of him all your life. In your next life, you must remember to let him take care of you in turn. Otherwise, you'll be at a great loss. Don't you agree, Xinzhai?"
Mo Yu looked at the snow-covered mountains and forests before him and couldn't help but feel a little sad. From today on, this deep mountain forest would truly become a no-man's land. "I wonder if I can come back to enjoy the peach blossoms with you next year. If I can make it back, I will definitely bring some jars of good wine and call Tang Chen along. Let's get him drunk."
The man turned around and left in a leisurely manner, disappearing into the mountains and forests accompanied by flying snow. I wonder what the scene will be like when I return next time.
Unlike Liang State and Northern Desert, which were covered in snow and ice for thousands of miles, Shu State, located further south, was still full of vitality. However, the weather had been a little cooler in the past few days, and everyone in the country had involuntarily put on a thin coat.
Princess Fenglai was swinging on the swing in the imperial garden, looking up at the blue sky above her head. Her thoughts had already flown to Daliang, thousands of miles away.
The Imperial Garden, once silent only for the sound of the wind, was shattered by the sound of hurried footsteps. Not far away, a yellow-robed palace maid, clutching a letter she had just received from the Imperial Study, ran briskly over. "Princess, there's more news from Prince Qingliang!"
Feng Lai swung leisurely on the swing, nonchalantly watching the butterflies flying before him, and said, "I'm too lazy to read it, you read it. If it's too long, just read it first and then tell me what he said."
Yingchun opened the envelope and read the contents several times carefully, fearing she might have missed any detail. Then, she said succinctly, "Princess, the prince said in the letter that everything has been arranged. He will send an envoy to greet you next spring, when the snow melts in Liang State."
The swing suddenly stopped. Feng Lai was a little surprised, but more than that, he was delighted. "So soon? I heard that he had previously married a lady with a huge wedding brocade. How is that lady now?"
Yingchun said in a very cheerful tone: "Princess, don't worry. Yingchun has already made inquiries. That lady is just a commoner. She has no status. Princess, don't worry."
Although Yingchun was Fenglai's personal maid, she had only joined halfway through. There were some things Fenglai couldn't tell her, so she had to explain while asking indirectly, "That's not what I'm worried about. I just said that if I take everything from her, won't she be miserable?"
Upon hearing this, Yingchun was somewhat shocked and asked, "Princess, don't you want to marry Prince Qingliang anymore? If Prince Qingliang doesn't divorce the princess right now, then whether His Majesty will agree to your marriage is a question!"
Feng Lai turned his head away with a guilty conscience and continued playing on the swing, explaining, "Of course I do. But when I think about the fact that the prince had other women before, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Yingchun, standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Princess, don't worry. His Majesty has already said that Prince Qingliang is a rare and fine man, and that the princess has good taste. Look, so many elite soldiers have been given to the princess as a dowry. I'm not afraid that Qingliang Valley will dare to treat the princess badly."
Speaking of borrowing troops, Feng Lai suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Xixin this morning. He didn't know where she had gone and why she hadn't been seen since then. "By the way, where's Xixin? Why didn't she come to serve us this early in the morning?"
Yingchun frowned. Didn't Xixin tell her that she had the princess's permission to leave the house earlier this morning? Why did the princess seem completely unaware of this? Did they have something else they didn't want to tell her? "The princess said she had something important to attend to, so she took half a day off and said she'd be back later."
Feng Lai said thoughtfully: "When she comes back, ask her to come see me immediately."
"yes."
After Xixin returned, she went to Fenglai Palace without waiting for Yingchun to call her. Fenglai saw her return and quickly dismissed the attendants in the palace: "How is it? Is there any news from Daliang?"
Xixin nodded and handed Fenglai the letter that Wang Yanzhou had secretly sent over. "The prince said that the person the princess is looking for is in Qingliang Valley. But we haven't found out where that person is."
It was unclear whether Feng Lai was blinded by love, or if he was truly foolish or just pretending to be foolish. He completely believed Wang Yanzhou's words based on just one letter, not even asking for any evidence. "I've searched so many places, and he really is hiding in Qingliang Valley. Is he that afraid of me finding him?"
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