It's snowing
Wen Chuyan suddenly turned around, his back to her, his hands trembling. He lowered his head, and after a long time, he spoke, "Huaiying... Whether in the past life or this life, I will not allow you to take risks."
"Brother, it's snowing again."
Wen Chuyan turned around. She lifted the curtain, with her back to him, looking at the snowflakes floating outside, her expression unseen.
Fu Huaiying waited for a stick of incense before Wen Chuyan finally gave in.
"I'll have someone prepare the horses. Don't go too far. If you can't find it, come back. Don't go too far. If you cross the line, you won't be able to come back."
Fu Huaiying turned around and met those complicated eyes, "Brother, thank you."
“…”
Wen Chuyan opened his mouth, but all the instructions and warnings were stuck in his throat and finally turned into a sigh.
Fu Huaiying walked out of the tent, stood for a while, and looked back. The curtain that was opened and then lowered floated gently.
In her previous life, she took away her brother's body in the snow. In this life, she wants to find Lin Yan'an in person. Even if it's just a corpse, she has experienced it once and she can bear it.
Da Hu leaned against the pole and looked at her sideways, "Let's go."
As Fu Huaiying walked out, the soldiers' eyes moved back and forth on her. She straightened her back and walked forward. There were many such looks. Ever since she entered the Qili Garden, the court officials had been looking at her like this, with curiosity, disdain, and respect. But no matter how they looked at her, they would not criticize her, because she came here on the emperor's orders.
"Okay, let's go take him home."
Da Hu's face turned stern and he suddenly lowered his head, his eyes blinded by the wind and snow.
Wen Chuyan originally planned to give her a team of people, but Fu Huaiying refused. She knew very well that she could not waste any manpower at this moment. Di Rou's attack was fierce, and the Queen was a formidable opponent.
She and Da Hu could only ride two horses to the north. Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, but she had no time to wipe them away. After several days of heavy snow, all traces were buried in the snow, and even horse hoof prints could not be found.
Da Hu silently handed her the water bag, drank the water, and held her hand to warm it. "It's snowing heavily these days, and the weather is getting colder. Don't get cold, girl. If you get frostbite, it won't heal. It happens every winter."
Fu Huaiying leaned gently against her neck, her breathing becoming heavier. Da Hu only felt a little warm and wet. She raised her hand and hugged the girl, "Don't be afraid, we will find someone eventually."
No matter he lives or dies, he must be brought back.
Fu Huaiying and Dahu walked and searched all the way. When she woke up in the night, she always hoped that he would suddenly appear, lift the curtain, and tell her with a smile that it was just a joke on her.
But there are not always so many coincidences. Fu Huaiying walked almost every route he could have taken, but he did not find any trace. The eight hundred people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, without any trace at all.
Until she rode her horse to the foot of Yunfeng Mountain, looked up at the towering, vast snow-capped mountains, and finally turned her head to look at Dahu with a calm gaze, "Let's go back."
Looking at the girl's gray eyes, Da Hu suddenly burst into tears.
Fu Huaiying turned her horse around quietly and went back. If she went forward, she would meet Di Rou. She would not be so foolish as to die. If Lin Yan'an was there, he would be a dead man. Wen Chuyan would not give anything in exchange for his life, and she would not save him regardless of the soldiers and the people.
"Miss...if the young marquis..."
"Then the best outcome for him is to die in battle. Being captured will only be more painful."
After saying that, Fu Huaiying turned around and rode away. Dahu came to his senses and quickly followed.
Wen Chuyan was busy every day and worried about whether something might happen to Fu Huaiying. In just a few days, some white hair appeared on his head.
"Report!"
"General!"
"We encountered a surprise attack on the road! Lieutenant General Chen was killed in the battle!"
Chen Yue is dead?
Wen Chuyan rubbed his brows. "The Lady has been making great strides. The next step might be to attack the city. Where's Master Fu? Is he back?"
"I'm back, General, but I don't look well."
When Fu Huaiying came back, he went into the tent and never came out again.
Da Hu went in and found that the person was already asleep. She sighed and wanted to add a quilt for her, but found that her forehead was burning hot, she had a fever.
"Girl...Girl..."
Fu Huaiying opened her eyes dazedly, "What's wrong?"
"You have a fever. Don't sleep yet. There's not enough charcoal. Wait until I get some!"
Da Hu ran out in a hurry and came back with charcoal fire in a few minutes, followed by Wen Chuyan.
He strode in and touched her forehead with his hand. "Don't go out for the next two days. I'll write a letter to His Majesty saying you're ill. Let's put these trivial matters aside for now. I'll have a military doctor come and see you."
Fu Huaiying forced herself to sit up, took his hand, and shook her head. "I know my own body. There's no need to call a military doctor. I heard that Lieutenant General Chen is gone, and the soldiers' injuries are even more serious. I brought some herbs myself. I'll have Dahu boil them and they'll be fine."
Wen Chuyan wanted to say more, but Fu Huaiying still insisted, so he had to give up.
Da Hu took the medicine and sat aside to boil it.
Wen Chuyan sat down beside the bed, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
Fu Huaiying half-closed her eyes, then opened them to glance at him, as if reading his thoughts. She spoke softly, "I couldn't find him. These past few days, I've walked all over the forest paths, but there was no trace of him. Later, when I reached the foot of Yunfeng Mountain, I turned back."
"He is most likely..."
Wen Chuyan didn't say it, but Fu Huaiying understood it in his heart. "Whether he died in battle or was captured, he won't be able to come back. Brother, I thought the worst outcome would be to collect his body, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't even be able to see his body."
Her voice remained the same and her expression didn't change, but Wen Chuyan could feel her trembling.
Wen Chuyan raised his hand and touched her hair. "Huaiying, after a few days, when you are well again, go back to Beijing."
Fu Huaiying nodded tiredly. Huan Li's wings were not yet fully grown, and Fu Liusong and Huanyu Emperor were not dead. She couldn't fall here. At least, she had to arrange everything properly before going to find him.
The charcoal brazier was sizzling, but the tent was still not warm.
"Huaiying, take a nap, you'll be fine when you wake up."
Fu Huaiying closed her eyes and fell asleep. Wen Chuyan added another quilt for her, smoothed her furrowed brows, and then lifted the curtain and left.
Da Hu was silently boiling the medicine. The young marquis was gone, and the girl couldn't be alone for the rest of her life. No one was more suitable for her than Wen Chuyan.
Da Hu woke her up at night, fed her some medicine, and wiped the cold sweat off her head. "Girl, are you cold?"
Fu Huaiying closed her eyes and had no strength to speak. She could only nod gently. The coldness penetrated into her bones and made her shiver.
Da Hu took off his coat, got on the bed, held her in his arms, and warmed her with his body.
Fu Huaiying slept uneasily. His dream was all white and a biting coldness came over him, but he couldn't escape it. There was no one around him, only the sound of dripping blood that kept repeating.
"Girl...Girl..."
Da Hu hugged her tightly, feeling anxious. She was sweating more and more, but he couldn't wake her up no matter how hard he tried.
"Girl...Girl...Wake up..."
Fu Huaiying slowly opened her eyes, but she had no strength in her body. She could only gently pat Dahu's hand to tell her that she was fine.
"Still feeling bad?"
Fu Huaiying nodded slightly, snuggled into her arms, and closed her eyes again.
She was ill for half a month and left the tent on the day she recovered.
“It didn’t snow today.”
Da Hu put a cloak on her and said, "Well, young lady, we will set off back to Beijing tomorrow."
"Look, even though it's not snowing anymore, it's still a vast expanse of white."
She had been seriously ill, and her voice was weak. "Once, I asked him if the snow at the border was the same as the snow in the capital. He said, 'Haven't you seen snow at the border?' and asked me if I didn't remember."
She paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Back then, I didn't have time to appreciate the snowy scenery at the border. This time, I didn't look closely either. Today, I finally got to see it, but it stopped snowing."
Da Hu followed her gaze and continued, "The young marquis has been naughty since he was young. He dragged me to play snowballs, never caring that I was a girl. He always gave his all in every fight. He has always cared about winning or losing. No matter what, he just wanted to win."
Fu Huaiying nodded and agreed with her, "Yes, he has been naughty since he was young. Lin Yan'an is a bastard."
"girl……"
"Um?"
"Will it snow on our return trip tomorrow?"
"I guess so."
Just as Fu Huaiying said, when they set off the next day, heavy snow suddenly began to fall from the sky. She opened the car curtain and quietly looked at the snow scene that she had never seen seriously in her two lives.
At this moment, she suddenly wished that bastard would ride his horse around her and try to please her.
But Fu Huaiying kept the curtain open all the way, but the person she was waiting for didn't show up. She sighed and lowered the curtain.
She raised her hand, wanting to drink some water, but suddenly felt her arm slightly wet. She pulled open her sleeve and found that the little snake had woken up and was licking her arm.
Fu Huaiying pulled her sleeves and stared for a long time, then suddenly covered her face, squatted down, and cried silently.
The snow stopped.
Arrived in Beijing.
Fu Huaiying went to the palace to report on her work and asked Dahu to go back and rest. She rode into the palace on horseback.
Emperor Huanyu has not been in good health recently. He caught a cold and has been coughing.
He closed his eyes and listened to Fu Huaiying finish speaking before slowly opening them. He coughed a few more times, his face tired as he looked down at her. "Why do you look so haggard after going to the border? General Wen said you were ill. Are you feeling better now?"
Fu Huaiying bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I am fine now."
"I see you're not well yet, your complexion is still so bad. These days, you're not here, and it's Xiao Si who's helping me handle government affairs. I'm getting old too."
"Your Majesty is in the prime of life..."
Emperor Huanyu waved his hand, "There's no need to talk about these empty words. The hair around my ears has turned white. People can't help but accept their age. My health has been getting worse recently. Now that you're back, you should assist Xiao Si well."
"I understand."
Fu Huaiying lowered her eyes, knowing in her heart that Emperor Huanyu had already regarded Huanli as his true heir.
"Go back and rest. You can return to work in two days and get your body back in shape."
"yes."
Fu Huaiying looked up and noticed the dry lips of the Emperor Huanyu. She spoke softly, "Before I left, I instructed the palace servants to prepare chrysanthemum tea for Your Majesty in the dry winter. Did they do that?"
Emperor Huanyu smiled, his eyes softening. "Yes, I drink it every day. You should just worry about yourself. Your face looks much uglier than mine. Go back and recuperate. If you need anything, just tell me and I'll have Ji Yuan send it to you."
Fu Huaiying bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration."
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