The Golden Hairpin

The snow was extremely heavy, and the little **** Lu Yunzhong was sitting in the gatehouse of King Kui’s mansion, peeling peanuts on the stove, and was shocked to see her coming out of the corridor in the wind and snow. He hurriedly got up, took her to the fire, looked at her blue-eyed face, and said, "Oh, even if you don’t wear a fox fur, at any rate put on a cloak! If you are frozen, our lord’s side is there. It's not easy to explain!"

She bowed her head stupidly and said, "No need to explain."

"Huh?" Lu Yunzhong looked at her puzzled.

"I'm in a hurry, I have to go." She raised her hand on her wrist and buckled the gold thread that was tied with red beans, wanting to take it off. However, under the light of the fire, she looked at the two **** red beans, and was stunned for a while, and finally dropped her hand, letting it slip on her wrist.

Lu Yunzhong quickly asked: "Where are you going in such a snowy day? Ask a carriage to see you off!"

She shook her head, just looked at the street in front and asked: "The prince is gone?"

"I just left, and you are the front and back feet." Lu Yunzhong said, looking at the remaining traces of the rut on the snow.

Huang Zixia said nothing, got up and ran down the steps. Lu Yunzhong was startled and called her back, but she had already speeded up and disappeared in the wind and snow.

He opened his mouth wide and stared for a while, when a cold wind blew, he sneezed twice, turned his head quickly, and ran back to the fire to continue cooking.

Su Chang'an, a vast expanse.

Huang Zixian walked out of Yongjiafang with difficulty following the traces of Wang Zongshi's carriage in the turbulent wind and snow.

Although the snow was heavy, but after all, Wang Zongshi was not far away, and the carriages and horses had been facing north, and then the traces were cut off in front of the gate of Anguo Temple in Xingningfang.

Anguo Temple was originally called Qingchan Temple. It was changed to Huichang six years ago. She was in Chang'an when she was a child, and the old people still call it by its old name. But now, with such a heavy snow, the horseshoes and wheels must slip, and they must go in to avoid the snow.

She also walked to the door of the temple, ignoring the snowflakes on her clothes, and patted the closed temple door hard. There was a fast running pace inside. She knew that this must not belong to a monk, but should belong to the Shence Army or the Imperial Forest Army-Wang Zongshi and Wang Yun came together, each leading a team of men and horses.

The heavy snow was flying and it was biting and cold. She was already losing energy and blood. At this time, she ran too violently in the snow. She leaned on the door, feeling black in front of her eyes, her body was extremely weak, and her feet could no longer support herself.

She slowly slid down the door and sat down on the ground, hugging her knees. Her right hand gripped her left wrist tightly and touched the two red beans nestling on the golden thread.

Smooth, warm, and lightly stick together.

Even if she moved her fingers away, they still slid together unyieldingly. No matter where the other one is, just a little bit of force, they will follow the circle in the middle and move closer to each other, making it difficult to separate.

And just now, she said to the person who gave the two red beans, I will leave you.

She raised her hand and covered her face, big tears poured out of her eyes, salty and cold, dripping to the ground. She was trembling all over, her complexion turned blue with cold, and she could only curl up weakly, hugging her body with cold hands.

The door opened, and amidst the sound of footsteps, someone sprinted forward. A warm black fox fur gently embraced her trembling body. A pair of warm and generous hands held her cold and stiff hands.

She fell into the sudden warmth blankly, and looked up at the person in front of her.

Wang Yun bent down in front of her and handed her a soft white silk paw.

He took off his coat and gave it to her. He was only wearing a black round-neck blouse. The black coat was embroidered with the faint unicorn pattern with silver thread. A little bit of fine snow fell on him, which even showed the kind of Jin Wuyi children on his body. Fenghua.

Her lips moved slightly, her throat was hard, and even if she tried harder, she couldn't say anything. A dark cloud rushed up in front of her, she only felt dizzy for a while, clutching the silk paw in his hand, and murmured: "He...he doesn't believe me..."

Wang Yun hugged her tightly and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Her bleak face, her eyes were shining, and before she could utter the second word, she lost consciousness for a while.

As soon as the breath in her chest relaxed, the darkness completely overwhelmed her.

When she woke up, she was already in Wang Yun's arms.

He strode across the corridor holding her into the room.

This is the Zen room prepared by the Zhike Seng. The decoration is simple, just a few couches. There was a strong fire in the house, and a pot of boiling hot tea was boiling on the fire.

She collapsed all over and she had no strength, let Wang Yun put her on the couch, moved the stove and turned the fire. Seeing that she was silent and staring at herself with blank eyes, he poured her another bowl of hot tea.

She snuggled up by the warm hearth and held the hot tea in her palms. The hot temperature gradually spread throughout her body, only to feel that the blood in her body had recovered and melted and flowed again in her body.

The wind and snow that had just eroded her, as if to bury her, was clearly still raging outside, but it was like a world away.

Only then did she discover that the Sipa he had handed her before was still in her own hands. She slowly covered her eyes with the silk paw, the silk brocade with his body temperature was warm and inclusive, as if in such a snowy day, he came with a spring sun and softly enveloped her. . The severe cold in the world was pushed back thousands of miles away by him, and he was the warm sun that melted the snow and ice, scorching up in front of her.

He helped her to lie down, and pulled the fox fur covering her body for her. His voice was low and soft: "I came with the prince, and I walked a little slower. I was trapped in the temple by the wind and snow, but I didn't expect that you would also Coming at this time."

Huang Zixia turned her head to look at his smiling face, her lips trembled slightly, she wanted to say something, but her throat was choked and she couldn't say anything.

Wang Yun looked at her with those gentle eyes: "Why are you alone outside in such a bad weather? I don't need to wear more clothes, but it will freeze."

Huang Zixia lowered her head silently, his tenderness touched the softest wound in her heart, making her eyes moist, and a layer of water vapor immediately covered everything in front of her.

With difficulty, she made a small noise in her throat like a whisper: "We have a dispute because of our marriage to you... I am like this, and I can't go back anymore."

She didn't say who he was, and he didn't ask, he just added half a cup of hot tea to her and handed it to her hand.

He stared at her with those gentle eyes, and said softly: "When I wrote you the dissolution of marriage, I thought that there are two kinds of couples in this world. One is the deep love and the shallow connection, even though the love is very deep, the love is deep. Kind of, but after all, I can’t stay with the white head—just like me, I am willing to keep the marriage contract in the past and stay with you for the rest of my life, but you like others and have no reason to connect with me...I can do nothing.

Huang Zixia heard him saying "like others", and she felt a burst of bitterness in her heart, not knowing who he was referring to.

The fate of the world is unpredictable. Her heart was once given to Yu Xuan and also to Li Shubai. However, as her fiance Wang Yun, she was supposed to be the only person she could love in this world, but she had no fate.

Wang Yun saw that she kept bowing her head in silence, and slowly said: "There is another kind, which is shallow love. I have seen many relatives and friends like this. The husband and wife share the same bed and have different dreams, and they have different confidantes. The husband and wife have never had more than half of each other in the first life. Affection, in the end, a pair of grudges will stay with each other for life, even if they live and die in the same acupuncture point, what is the fun? And-if you marry me, will it be the same?"

Huang Zixian only felt terrified. She thought of what Wang Zongshi had asked her about reconsidering the marriage contract with the Wang family; she thought of Li Shubai’s last words, she would become his burden——

In fact, she knew clearly in her heart that he drove her away just not to drag her down, and to prevent the crisis around her from affecting her.

Therefore, she wants to leave him even more, even if he does not approve of it, she will move towards what she wants in her heart, without turning back.

"So at that time, I gave you the letter of dissolution of marriage and let me let you go. I would rather let my love be shallow than you would be. But now, I feel that I seem to be wrong... "

Wang Yun's voice has been low and gentle, but at this time he finally trembled because of the uncontrollable emotions: "Zixia, I cherish you so much, but you have been repeatedly hurt by others. I am really unwilling!"

He trembled like a whispering voice, echoing gently in his ears, causing the tears in Huang Zi Xian's eyes to begin to flow again.

She looked up dazedly and looked at the handsome man in front of her through tears. He was the person she was destined to spend together, with the gentle and warm breath of the spring breeze. She went on step by step, and the waves of fate eventually pushed her farther and farther away from him. And missing him, will it be the biggest regret in her life?

And his voice rang softly in her ears: "And now, I regret it. I think, instead of letting you go through sorrow and pain, it is better to let me be willful and keep you by my side, at least never. Yes, there will be a day when you are alone in the wind and snow."

Because of his words, Huang Zixia was at a loss and held his left wrist with his right hand, uncontrollably holding the golden red bean, holding this round and red like blood, tears in his eyes, Finally slipped down uncontrollably.

And he raised his hand to help her wipe the tears from her face, and asked in a low voice: "Can you give me a chance to redeem it and return the marriage certificate to me?"

She covered her face, did not dare to look up, did not dare to look at his affectionate gaze, did not dare to listen to his gentle words. She resented in her heart, Huang Zixia, how lucky you are to get the care of such a person; and how cruel you are, you are ready to use this as an opportunity to deceive the Wang family's help.

Seeing that she was just burying her face in her hands, her body trembled slightly and she said nothing. Wang Yun stopped talking either, just hugged her shoulders lightly and let her snuggle on his shoulders.

After a long time, he heard her softly "hmm", which seemed to agree, and it seemed that her breathing was not smooth, a slight noise.