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(Whether it is friendship, love or family, it is very delicately written. I have a feeling that this novel will be very popular. The writing is very good. The male protagonist seems to be able to see through everything. He knows that the female protagonist is another person and another soul. I feel sorry for them. They all want to be happy. At the beginning, the author wanted to write be, but the author was cured. Thank you to the author for giving two little bitter gourds a perfect ending. I guarantee you are an angel. The author of "Heng on the Branch" is completed by Zhongshu Jun. Ancient language imagination, ancient romance, time travel, system, HE, Shuangjie [Princess of Diao type × Qing Leng Guoshi] [Two-way testing·Extreme pull·Shuangjie·HE·His selfishness is always only for her]) She doesn't want the sincerity of a rotten person, she wants the selfishness of a saint. When Shen Heng is transformed into a sickly princess, Shen Heng gets a lot of panic. The system told her that if she wanted to survive, she should go to the most dangerous man in the strategy book - Northern Xinjiang National Master Xun Zhuo. This man was so wise that he almost seemed like a monster, he was devoid of love and desire, he killed people like crazy, and finally died in an unknown manner. He was a standard short-lived, beautiful, powerful, and miserable person. Shen Heng smiled: Two cannon fodders come together as a pair, no one should dislike the other. At the palace banquet, she broke the jar and asked for marriage in public. He remained motionless, as if watching an unreasonable child. Shen Heng didn't take it seriously. She tried her best to get closer, but he retreated step by step. Shen Heng gritted his teeth: This man is too difficult to deal with! The little prince of Northern Xinjiang raised his hand silently: Well... Didn't you realize that our Imperial Master has been conniving? Shen Heng:??? She turned her head and glanced at the handsome man with an expressionless face sitting in the banquet. Shen Heng (Cao Cao face): Impossible, absolutely impossible. [The purpose of this book: The remaining lives are equal to each other, and the wind and snow are on the same road. Two people who were sentenced to death by fate, each holding on to their remaining lives, stood side by side in the wind and snow, splitting a glimmer of hope. Living is not about fighting because there is hope; it is because you fight that you have hope. "Don't be afraid, Heng'er." He called her by her nickname. Heng'er. Only her family calls her that. Her father called her this, her mother called her this, and her brother called her this. "Brother will take you home." The boy carried her on his back. His left arm was so injured that he could hardly lift it, and blood was still oozing from the arrow wound on his shoulder, but he lifted Shen Heng up, supported her with his still mobile right hand, and walked out step by step. His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself or hypnotizing her. "Don't sleep, Heng'er. I'll take you home." "I still have your favorite osmanthus cake at home. I didn't take it with me when I left. It will be broken when I get back." "Smell it, the osmanthus flowers are blooming. Do you smell it? The smell of osmanthus." He carried all the heavy, hot, and unbearable things on his fourteen-year-old shoulders, and his back was straight without bending. But he never cried out about pain or suffering, and he never told anyone how long he knelt in front of his parents' souls and cried on that snowy night. He left all the tenderness to his sister and all the hardness to himself. Shen Heng's consciousness began to rise. The fragments of memory receded from all directions like an ebbing tide. The battlefield, dungeon, fire, wind and snow, all the images began to gradually blur. She thought about one thing in her mind. In the previous life, Shen Lin died. He died in the enemy's plan, died in the villain's frame-up, and died on the border that he had guarded for half his life. In this life, she wants to keep him alive. Live well. When Shen Heng opened his eyes, he found that his face was wet. She reached out and touched it, and her fingertips were stained with still warm tears. It turns out that when she remembered it, she cried. Shen Heng turned over and buried his face in the pillow, not getting up in a hurry. Her chest began to feel tight again, but this time she didn't feel uncomfortable. A sword light cracked like ice, tearing apart the night. That sword came too fast. As he approached, Shen Heng saw only a silver-white afterimage, breaking through the air from the depths of darkness. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be frozen into fine ice crystals. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhao Yunxu's throat without any hesitation. Zhao Yunxu's expression suddenly changed. At the critical moment, he let go of Shen Heng and retreated several feet, barely avoiding the sword. The tip of the sword grazed his face towel, and a thin slit was cut in the black cloth, revealing the tight jawline underneath. Shen Heng fell from mid-air, and the feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively close her eyes. But the expected impact didn't come. She fell into an arm, and the man caught her steadily with one hand, and held a sword in front of him with the other hand. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a light blue cold light flowed on the sword, like a pool of frozen autumn water. She looked up. The person who caught her was wearing a black robe, and his figure was as slender as a pine tree. His face was also covered with black veil, only his eyes were exposed. They were a pair of amber eyes, as clear as two glass beads soaked in moonlight in the darkness, cold, calm, and bottomless. The moonlight fell on his brow bone, outlining a cold and frosty arc. There was a very light breath about him, like the frost that had fallen on the cedars overnight, mixed with the coldness of the glacier water in the far north. Shen Heng stared at those eyes blankly, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. It's him. She walked faster today than yesterday, her skirt was in the wind as she walked through the corridor, her goose-yellow robes were fluttering behind her, and her whole figure looked like a bird that had just been released from its cage. Chunyuan hugged the food box and chased after her until she reached the corridor outside Xunzhuo's room before catching up with her. Shen Heng crossed the threshold. The afternoon sun shone brightly throughout the room, and the shadows of the window lattice fell on the ground one by one, like a pale golden chessboard. As soon as she entered, she noticed that the house had changed. It's not that the furniture and furnishings have changed, it's that the atmosphere has changed. There's a little more freshness that shouldn't belong in this dull room. The calligraphy and painting were hung in the most upright position on the wall, and the picture of Xuehou Mountain Temple hung above the low couch. The light ink color of the artistic conception was not inconsistent with the original simplicity of the room. The tea set was placed on the low table by the window. The celadon glaze was as warm as jade in the sunlight. The angle of the cups and cups had obviously been carefully adjusted by someone. Several small sandalwood puppets stood side by side in the upper left corner of the desk, and a group of majestic northern Xinjiang warriors with different postures, some holding scimitars, and some pulling bows and arrows. The copper incense burner was placed in the right corner of the desk. Incense was added to the burner at some point, and a wisp of very light white smoke was rising from the burner. The smell was clear and calm. Shen Heng stood at the door and looked around, the corners of his mouth raised, feeling very proud. This person said, "Princess, don't worry, I don't have anything I like," but in the end, he put out all the things she gave her. The puppets were not lost, the calligraphy and paintings were not packed at the bottom of the box, and the tea sets were not given away. They were all placed in the most conspicuous positions, and even the angles were carefully arranged. This person is really awkward. What he says and what he does are completely different. Xun Zhuo's eyes paused on the envelope for a moment. The peach blossom print is very light, and the print on the plain white paper looks like a small petal falling on the snow. He lowered his head and turned another page of the book, his voice calm as usual. "Put it on the table." Su Yeyiyan put the letter in the corner of the desk, next to the small sandalwood puppets. The plain white envelope lay there quietly, standing side by side with a row of majestic puppets, as if waiting in line for something. He turned a page of the book. Those twisted ancient texts flowed before his eyes. He read half a page, and then found that he had not read a word. He put the book on the table, tapped the spine with his slender fingers, and his eyes finally fell on the letter. The peach blossom print on the envelope was slightly translucent by the afternoon light. The seal was tightly sealed with wax and the corners were neat. He picked up the letter, paused with his fingertips on the seal for a moment, and then opened it. Inside is a thick stack of letter paper. It's not the delicate folding method of folding it in half and then folding it in half again, it's folded casually, and some of the creases are crooked. The beginning of the first piece of paper is very neat. "The national master personally initiated it." The second line starts to go astray. "I was locked up at home by my brother. He didn't let me go out. He had to accompany me wherever I went. If he couldn't accompany me, I wouldn't be allowed to go. I promised him that I would just go to Honglu Temple to take classes. He said he could teach whatever classes He Lanzhe could teach. Then he told me about Liangzhou's city defense layout all day long..." The corner of Xun Zhuo's mouth moved very slightly. The handwriting on the second piece of paper was a little more sloppy than the first, and the ink was darker and lighter. "Suye comes to deliver the medicine on time every day, rain or shine. My brother has not tried the medicine since the first day he asked the imperial doctor to test it. The prescription you asked the imperial doctor Huyan to prescribe really works. I don't cough now, and I don't breathe when I walk anymore. Today After playing shuttlecock in the yard for half an hour, Chun Yuan said, "Princess, please slow down and stop falling. I said I can't. I'm in good health now. Thank you. This sentence is not polite, it is sincere." The handwriting on the third piece of paper was even more scrawled. "I was counting weeds in the yard today, and when I reached the thirteenth one, I suddenly thought of a question. What do you like to eat? Last time you said you didn't like eating deer hearts, so I'll say goodbye next time. Don't tell me anymore, 'Princess, you don't have to worry about it.' The fourth piece of paper only has a few lines of words, and the handwriting is neater than the first three. It seems that I hesitated for a while before writing, and then revised it repeatedly after writing. "I heard from Chun Yuan today that the winter in Northern Xinjiang is much colder than in the capital. I used to be afraid of the cold because my body was weak, and my hands and feet would be cold in winter, and I couldn't warm myself up even after drinking several soups. But now I'm in better health, and I shouldn't be afraid anymore. When I get to Northern Xinjiang, please take me to see the Snow God Mountain. I've read in a book that the snow in Snow God Mountain never melts all year round, and the snow lotus on the top of the mountain will shine. I want to go and see it." The letter ends here. There was no signature, no seal, and the corners of the last piece of paper were torn crookedly. She probably felt that the writing was not good and wanted to tear it up, but she didn't want to. Xun Zhuo stacked the letters one by one, folded them back according to the original creases, and put them into the envelope. Then he put the envelope on the desk and pressed it lightly with his fingers. He thought of her lying on the table writing a letter. He probably tilted his head, wrote a few lines and then stopped to rub his fingers. If she stood in front of him now, she would be like a chirping little sparrow, saying these words again with her mouth, saying more brokenly than what was written on the paper, her eyes shining brightly when she said the happy part. He put the letter in the left drawer of the desk. She looked at the mountains and forests in the distance and sighed. "A Gu, your national master is really difficult to deal with." A Gu slowed down in chewing cakes, tilted his head, and a subtle light flashed in his reddish-brown eyes. Shen Heng continued. "Your Imperial Master always has the same expression no matter how happy or angry he is. When he gives him something, he says that the princess doesn't need to bother. When talking to him, he can answer no more than three words. When he beat him once at chess, he had a smile in his eyes, but then turned around and kept a straight face." She tried everything, but he was like a snow-capped mountain, unable to climb up. A Gu swallowed the last piece of osmanthus cake, licked the crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at her. His expression suddenly became a little hesitant, as if something was going around in his stomach several times and he didn't know whether he should say it or not. Shen Heng was just thinking about how to express that he needed Ah Gu's help in future strategies, when he heard Ah Gu move the little horse next to her towards her, then took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice with determination to tell the truth. "Sister, let me tell you something. Don't tell the Imperial Master that I said it." "What's the matter?" Shen Heng also lowered his voice and followed his example and moved closer. A Gu looked around again to make sure there was no one around, then lowered his voice and spoke. "I saw the Imperial Preceptor put blood in the medicine you drink every day. He put it in every day. I secretly saw it in the small cubicle behind the Imperial Preceptor's room." The Imperial Preceptor took a small silver knife and cut his wrist. The blood dripped into the medicine bowl, and then he tied up the wound. The movements were very skillful and it didn't look like the first time. There were scars all over his wrists, one after another, the old and new ones were combined together, it was shocking to see. A Gu said he was so frightened that he almost pushed the door open, but he held back. The smile on Shen Heng's face disappeared little by little. She suddenly remembered the wrist she saw in Xun Zhuo's room that day. His left wrist was wrapped with white linen cloth. She asked him why he was injured, and he said, "It's a small injury, it doesn't matter." There were faint red blood stains under the linen cloth. At that time, she just felt that the location of the wound was not right, and it didn't look like the one that was scratched by a sword during a fight. But she didn't expect that it was not an accidental injury, it was cut by himself. I cut her every day to make medicine for her. "Sister, I later specifically asked the old man Huyanlang. At first he refused to tell me, but later he was pestered by me and couldn't help it, so he told the truth." A Gu whispered. "The old man said that the medicine you drank was a hot medicine. It has too strong properties and your body is too weak. If you drink it directly, the hot poison will attack the heart. Not only will it not cure the disease, but it will also harm the body. Therefore, it is necessary to use something extremely cold to make medicine to suppress it. The technique practiced by the national master is Han Yuan Jue, which is an internal skill that reaches Yin and cold, so his blood is the most suitable medicine." "Hu Yanlang originally wanted to use snow lotus instead, but snow lotus is not cold enough to suppress the hot poison of the bowl of medicine. Only the blood of the imperial master can." After finishing speaking, A Gu took another piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He suddenly stopped while chewing. He looked at Shen Heng with rare seriousness in his eyes. "Sister, haven't you noticed? In fact, the Imperial Master has been indulging you. He doesn't treat others like this. He never lets women get close." "But you see, he accepted so many gifts from you and didn't lose any of them. He had people deliver medicine to you every day, and he cut his wrists to use as medicine guides for you without even humming. When you blocked him on the observatory, he let you go up. You taught him to play chess, and he played with you." When A Gu said this, his expression became subtle. He paused, lowered his head, and his voice became quiet. "The Imperial Master may not even know that he is indulging you. But I am watching from the side and can see clearly." Shen Heng was silent for a while. Her fingers unconsciously grasped the hem of her clothes on her knees, her knuckles turning slightly white. Then she took a deep breath, raised her head, looked at A Gu, her voice was soft but serious. "But Agum, this isn't enough." It's really not enough. The favorability level is still far behind. "I'm greedy. If I identify someone, I want him to be with me wholeheartedly." "Special treatment is not enough. What I want is super invincible preference, the kind that all people in the world will choose me first." "If I have him in my heart, I must be the only one in his heart. Otherwise, I won't be at ease." A Gu was stunned for a moment by what she said. After a long while, he scratched his curly hair and muttered that it was really difficult. He added, muttering to himself. "Sister, you are so brave. You are robbing the Snow God of people, and you are robbing someone else's messenger." Shen Heng smiled. "I can't be your sister if I'm not brave enough." A Gu looked up at her, and suddenly felt that the light in her peach blossom eyes when she said this was exactly the same as when he first saw her in the Colosseum, bright and stubborn, as if it could not be suppressed even if the sky fell. It's not because I'm afraid that the system will deduct my stamina. She was suddenly not sure whether her next bite was to complete the task or simply to kiss him. She took a deep breath, bent over, and lowered her head. Her lips touched the corner of his lips very lightly. Just a moment, very short, as shallow as a snowflake falling on warm skin, melting before the shape could be seen clearly. But this time it was different from the forehead and cheeks. The temperature at the corner of his lips was higher than that of his face, slightly moist, with a faint bitter taste of herbs and his breath that was as cold as cedar. [Ding—the limited time mission is completed! The physical strength value has been filled up, the current physical strength value is: 100. Kiss you so great! Make persistent efforts! The notification sound finally popped up in his mind, but before Shen Heng had time to be happy, there was another one right after. [The capture target is detected and the refreshment level is +100. ] Shen Heng was stunned. Coolness? What is that? [System: Dear, coolness is an indicator for observing the real-time status of the target. It can be used to judge the changes in the feelings of the target at a certain moment. For example, just now, Xun Zhuo's refreshing level suddenly increased by 100 points. ] "What's the use of coolness?" [There is no direct reward, just for observation and reference~] Shen Heng sneered. If the favorability level is not increased, why would you add such a useless thing to me? Wrong. Coolness +100. It was added after she kissed the corners of her lips. She looked down at Xun Zhuo. He lay quietly on the pillow, and those amber pupils crashed into her sight without warning, so close. Clear, translucent, bottomless. There was no confusion inside, as if he had just woken up, no anger on being woken up, only an indescribable quietness. It seemed like he had been looking at her for a long, long time, long enough that he didn't need to ask why she was so close. Holy shit! Ahhhhhhhhhh! When did he wake up? ! Shen Heng's mind went blank. She remained in the bent position and froze in place. The tip of her nose was less than a punch away from the tip of his nose. She was neither advancing nor retreating. She looked like a fish-stealing cat caught on the spot. "When did you wake up?" Her voice was a little weak. "When you kissed my forehead." His voice was hoarse and calm, as if he was saying that the weather is nice today. Shen Heng's face finally started to feel hot. It burned from the neck to the roots of the ears, to the cheeks, to the forehead. She wanted to say please listen to my explanation, but when the words came to her mouth, she found that there was no explanation at all. Three kisses, one on the forehead, one on the cheek, one on the corners of the lips, each time more outrageous than the last. Unless she was a blind man searching for something on his face, he wouldn't believe anything she said. The backlash of Han Yuan Jue is like countless ice knives churning through the meridians at the same time. The more emotional he is, the more severe the backlash will be. Solye's expression changed drastically, and she stepped forward to hold his arm. "National Master!" Xun Zhuo raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The bright red blood stains on his pale fingers were shocking. He straightened up, folded the letter carefully, put it back into the invitation, and placed it in the cleanest corner of the desk that would not be stained by ink. He said "It's okay" and even slightly curved the corners of his mouth. He was just experimenting. He wondered what it would be like if he didn't suppress his lust for her. At that moment, the tearing feeling almost penetrated his whole body, more violent than the time when he was bitten on the hunting ground, as if his soul was about to be torn into pieces. But he didn't feel bad. The feeling was painful and heartbreaking, but there was a layer of hot stuff underneath, something he had never experienced in his twenty-two years of life. Xun Zhuo suppressed the thoughts in his heart bit by bit. As expected, the tearing feeling subsided, and the turbulent inner breath slowly calmed down, but there was still a dull dull pain in his chest. He lowered his eyelashes and put all his emotions into those bottomless amber eyes. Solye stood nearby and saw all this. He saw the Imperial Master standing alone in front of the desk for a long time after wiping the blood, holding the invitation in his hand as if he was holding something that could not be thrown away. Solye's heart skipped a beat, as he seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "National Master, why don't you find an excuse to decline the invitation to the Lantern Festival tomorrow? Your injury has not healed yet, and the poison has just been removed. The imperial doctor said -" "I want to go." Xun Zhuo interrupted him. The voice was still flat, but underneath that flatness there was a trace of doubt. After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to write his Qingxin Jue, but this time the force of writing was much lighter, and it was no longer as sharp as scratching the paper. She is wearing moon white, and he is also wearing moon white. They should look good standing together. While she was picking it up, a series of notification sounds suddenly popped up in her mind, and the soft and cute voice of the system suddenly exploded, the sound was so loud that it seemed like it was about to overturn her heavenly spirit cap. Kiss! Kiss! Awesome! The good feelings are moving! The favorability of the target Xun Zhuo is +25! Current favorability: 50! Coolness +700! Current total coolness: a full 1,000! Ah, ah, kiss you, you are so great, the little system is proud of you——] The clothes in Shen Heng's hand almost fell to the ground. "How much?! Twenty-five good feelings plus seven hundred coolness?" We are not bad, so why should we not be happy? No matter how many variables there are in the road ahead, this path is her own choice. She will take it to the end. Shen Heng listened to the young man's clear voice and rode his horse on the endless snowfield. The reluctance and sourness in his heart were blown away bit by bit by the biting wind. She suddenly turned around and glanced behind her. Xun Zhuo stood on a gentle slope at the edge of the snowfield. He did not ride a horse, but stood there quietly in a moon-white robe, with a thin layer of snow falling on his shoulders. He did not know how long he had been standing there. He is looking at her. Across the sky of fine snow and the vast snowfield, his eyes fell steadily on her. Shen Heng turned back and smiled at him. The wind on the snowfield blew her broken hair and brushed her curved eyebrows. [Ding—It is detected that the target of the strategy, Xun Zhuo, has a favorability of +10, and the current favorability is: 70. ] Shen Heng was stunned for a moment. The favorability level is seventy. This means that she is not far away from the success of the strategy. But when she heard the notification tone, her first reaction was not "Great, the mission is almost completed." Instead, she subconsciously glanced at Xun Zhuo again. He was still standing on the gentle slope, snowflakes falling on his moon-white robe, and his whole body merged with the snowfield. She looked at him again, then frowned slightly. His face seemed a little pale again. He was still standing there calmly and upright, but his face was a bit paler than when he was in the carriage just now. Xun Zhuo stood on the gentle slope, trying his best to suppress the surging throbbing in his heart. Can't let her see it. It took a lot of effort for him to make her happy, and it took a lot of effort for him to see her running wantonly on horseback. He didn't want her to frown and ask him if he wasn't feeling well again. Shen Heng rode his horse back to him, got off the horse, walked up to him and looked up at him. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. In such a cold wind, he was sweating. "Have you taken your medicine on time?" Xun Zhuo turned to look at her, his amber eyes looking particularly clear under the gray northern sky. He nodded. Then he lowered his eyelashes slightly and added in a calm tone. "It's just that there are still some residual toxins that haven't been cleared away. Occasionally, there will be some recurrences. It's okay." Shen Heng glanced at him doubtfully, and her peach blossom eyes scanned his face several times. She was slightly relieved when she saw that his expression was as usual. In the hall, Mu Tuo stood in front of the statue, with white beard and hair, and a solemn face. In his hand, he held a whip made of black vines from the Snow God Mountain. The whip had faint dark red lines on it, as if it had been dyed by something. Xun Zhuo knelt in front of him and took off his upper body robe, revealing his lean and strong back. The old wounds left at the bottom of the cliff on the back have just received new pale pink scars, and countless new shocking wounds have been added next to them. There was deep blood visible in every whip, crisscrossing it, leaving almost no intact skin on his entire back. The whip came through the air and landed on his back with a sharp sound of wind, making a dull crisp sound. The skin and flesh burst open, and blood flowed down the spine. Xun Zhuo's body trembled slightly, and he clenched the futon under his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He said nothing. "Do you know you were wrong?" Muto's voice was old and deep, echoing in the empty temple. "Disciple doesn't know." Xun Zhuo's voice was hoarse and calm. Another whip. "You cut her blood for medicine in Dazhao, and gave her a chestnut horse outside Liangzhou City. Now you accepted the wine from her in full view of the public, and even gave her a deer heart privately. Do you think I don't know this?" Another whip. "You are tempted. You know that Han Yuan Jue's temptation will lead to death, and you know that your dying body should not drag others down!" He knelt there, with blood dripping from his back, but his back was still straight, and his voice was hoarse and determined. "The disciple is indeed moved, and he really doesn't want to restrain himself. But the disciple does not think it is wrong. The master said that a broken body should not drag others down, but she also said that fate is dead, and people are alive." "She does not believe in fate, and neither does the disciple. The disciple is willing to gamble with his broken body. If she bets that her fate can be changed, so can the disciple's. If she loses the bet, it will only happen a few years earlier. If the bet wins..." He paused slightly and curved the corners of his mouth. The arc was very light and faint, exactly the same as every time he looked at Shen Heng. "The bet is won, I want to stay with her for a longer time." The little attendant holding the whip holder at the side finally couldn't help crying. Tears fell on the whip butt, and she quickly wiped them with her sleeves. The Imperial Master was never punished, never. Xun Zhuo's arms holding her tightened a little more, and then he whispered something that made her heart skip several beats. "My wish is very simple." "I hope that Xun Zhuo and Shen Heng will never be separated for the rest of their lives." In the end, they all got their wish. She suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Xun Zhuo. His white hair was gently blown by the spring breeze, glowing with an extremely soft luster under the pale golden sunlight. She said seriously. "Xun Zhuo, you are actually quite handsome with white hair. You have a unique charm, even more like an immortal." She smiled first as she said that, then looked into his eyes and said seriously. "But Xun Zhuo, I really like the look of your black hair. At that time, you were waiting for me at the gate of the General's Mansion with your black hair. I was thinking at that time, why are you so beautiful? Your black hair is my favorite memory, so I want to help you grow your hair back." Xun Zhuo slightly curved the corners of his mouth. "Okay." Hu Yanlang said before that he could use polygonum multiflorum and snow lotus water to recuperate, but Shen Heng didn't come back at that time, and he didn't have the mind to take care of himself, so he didn't insist. Since she likes it, he will keep her. Shen Heng nodded with satisfaction. She gently pinched the horse's belly, and the bay-red horse spread its hooves and began to trot in the early spring wilderness. Xun Zhuo followed her on horseback, watching her back covered in white fox fur getting further and further away in the spring light, as if she had returned to a long, long time ago. She stopped him on the observatory for the first time, standing in the wind on the top of the mountain, raising her head and asking him. "What are the Imperial Masters looking at?" He didn't know at that time that this girl, who looked so thin that she could be knocked down by a gust of wind, would drag him down from the Snow God Mountain and into the fireworks of the world, letting him taste the ups and downs and let him understand what it means to be alive. She is a weed that has fallen on the snowy branches in northern Xinjiang. Everything is withered, but she is the only one that produces fragrance. He waited for her for three months and eleven days, and she came back through the melting snow. From then on, there were flowers on the snowfield, and she was with him for the rest of his life. Xun Zhuo rode his horse to catch up and rode alongside her. Ahead is the spring in northern Xinjiang, the first piece of new green after the snow melts, and the snow lotus that is about to bloom all over the mountains and plains. And they rode horses side by side, galloping towards the spring. He saw Xun Zhuo walking out of the side hall, wearing a red brocade robe, with gold and jade all over his body sparkling in the morning light. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, and then he looked away with a straight face, as if this way he could pretend that he had not bent the corners of his mouth just now. Xun Zhuo stood on the altar, wearing a red brocade robe and a soft gold belt around his waist. The gold and jade all over his body sparkled in the morning light. His hair has returned to its original appearance, as black as ink, and is tied high with a red-blond hair crown. In the past few months, Hu Yanlang used Polygonum multiflorum and snow lotus water to nurse him back to health every day. Cui Zhong added some secret medicine from the southern region, and the two old medical officers competed with each other and pumped hard on his head. Shen Heng said he liked the look of his black hair, so he kept it. At this moment, he was standing on the altar, his amber eyes looking at the other end of the red carpet, his fingers gently clenching and unclenching in his sleeves. He had been waiting for this day for too long. He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, his master said to him in Honglu Temple, "How can I drag her down with a lifeless body?" At that time, he knelt on the ground and swallowed these words, thinking that he would never marry her in this life. But now he was standing here, his fate had changed, his death had passed, and she was about to walk towards him. Ritual music played. It is an ancient hymn to the Snow God in northern Xinjiang. It is played by the oldest musicians of the Seventeenth Division using morin fiddle and bone flute. The tune is desolate and solemn. Everyone looked towards the other end of the red carpet. Shen Heng stood at the end of the red carpet, wearing a red brocade robe, and the silver bell on the brim jingled with her steps. Behind her were Chunyuan and Cangran, followed by Shen Lin and Li Qian. Shen Lin's sharp-edged face was rarely stern. He pressed the corner of his mouth several times without suppressing it, so he simply stopped pressing it and just curved it slightly. Li Qian stood behind Shen Heng, wearing the silver-red riding uniform, and the long sword that never left his body still hung around his waist, but today he had a red rope tied to the hilt. Shen Heng walked to the center of the altar and stood face to face with Xun Zhuo. The silver bell was still ringing softly, and the morning light leaked through the gaps in the clouds on the top of the Snow God Mountain, falling on the red robes of the two people, as if the Snow God had lit a lamp for them in the sky. Xun Zhuo stretched out his hand and gently tucked a strand of her wind-blown hair behind her ear. His movements were very light and slow, as if he were touching a lost treasure. "I've finally waited for you." He said softly. Shen Heng looked up at him, looking at his beautiful eyes reflecting the morning glow in the sky, and smiled. "I know." Muto walked up to the two of them. He held a simple silver plate in his hand, on which were placed two golden cups, which contained snow lotus wine as clear as water. Drinking snow lotus wine together means making an oath in front of the Snow God to become husband and wife forever and never be separated again. Xun Zhuo picked up a glass of wine, and Shen Heng also picked up another glass. They put their hands on the cup and drank the snow lotus wine in one gulp. Mu Tuo looked at the newlyweds, at their folded arms, at the way they looked at each other and smiled after drinking. He suddenly remembered the five-year-old child who stood at the door of the Snow Temple many years ago. At that time, the child looked up at the statue, his eyes were empty and there was nothing. Now he stood here, his eyes reflected the girl's smiling face, the morning glow in the sky and the seventeen flying flags, reflecting the full happiness he had never had in his life. "In the name of the Snow God, I bless the newlyweds." Mu Tuo spoke, and the old voice echoed under the Snow God Mountain, solemn and distant. "May the wind and snow not invade, may the white heads be united, may the mountains and rivers be the witness, may this love be immortal." Shen Heng and Xun Zhuo knelt opposite each other, their foreheads touching lightly. The morning light poured down from the top of the Snow God Mountain, falling on the red robes of the two people and their folded hands. She closed her eyes and heard him speaking softly from a very close place. "Shen Heng, thank you for being my wife." Li Cheng. He paused in front of the threshold, looked down at her, and whispered. "Madam." Shen Heng was stunned for a moment. He had never called her that. I used to call her Princess, Shen Heng, but never Madam. She raised her head and looked at him. The tips of his ears were already red, but his eyes did not dodge. He looked straight at her, seriously and solemnly. "Call me again." "Madam." "I still want to listen." "Madam, my madam." Every time he called, the corners of her mouth turned up a little, until finally she couldn't help laughing and buried her face in his chest again. He carried her across the threshold and the door closed softly behind them. Seeing the door closed again, Shen Heng quickly stood up and put on the wedding dress. The white skirt is spread on the brocade quilt, and the veil hangs in her hair. The snow lotus pattern on it is faintly visible in the candlelight. When Xun Zhuo pushed the door open and came in, this was what he saw. She was wearing the wedding dress he made for her, sitting there quietly, the moonlight leaking from the veil and falling on her slightly lowered eyelashes. He stood at the door and did not go over immediately. He just looked at her, as if he wanted to carve this moment into his bones and blood. Once upon a time, he stood alone on the observatory and looked up at the stars, thinking that was all he had in this life. Later she came, raised her hand in the Hall of Supreme Harmony and said she was willing to marry him, dragged him into the bushes at the bottom of the cliff, and wrote blessings for his river lanterns on the river beach during the Lantern Festival. Later, she fell into his arms, and he thought there would never be light again in this life. But now she was wearing a wedding dress, sitting on their wedding bed, the moonlight outside the window fell on her veil, her eyes were still those sparkling peach blossoms, and the corners of her mouth were still curved with the smile that made his heart beat faster. He walked up to her, stretched out his hand, and gently lifted her veil with his long fingers. Shen Heng looked up at him with a smile on his face. "Does it look good?" Xun Zhuo said nothing, just lowered his head and kissed her. There was no restraint in this kiss, no forbearance, no Han Yuan Jue that could backfire at any time, staring at me in the meridians. He had waited for so long, endured for so long, and now he could kiss her openly, kiss her with all his strength, kiss until her lips were red, and kiss until her breathing and his were entangled and they couldn't distinguish each other. Many years later, people in northern Xinjiang will still talk about that wedding. He said that the morning glow that day was particularly beautiful, the snow lotuses on the Snow God Mountain were blooming all over the mountains and plains, the leaders of the seventeen tribes drank up all the koumiss in the palace, and when the Imperial Preceptor carried the bride into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the snow lotus lantern at the door suddenly lit up. No one knows when the lamp was lit, but since then, the lamp has never been extinguished. The people in northern Xinjiang stood on the field ridge from a distance, watching their national master roll up his sleeves and wave a hoe in the field. The national master's wife sat on the field ridge next to him and hugged her knees to watch him. Several old herdsmen lamented that they had lived in northern Xinjiang for more than sixty years and had never seen any national teacher doing farm work. Shen Heng squatted aside and watched for a while, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. She stood up and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. He lowered his head and pecked her forehead gently, as naturally as if he had done it a thousand times or ten thousand times. "No wonder the Imperial Preceptor runs to the greenhouse every day. I thought the Imperial Preceptor had become obsessed with farming recently, but it turned out that he was obsessed with the wife who cultivated the land." Tulu watched the Imperial Preceptor approve documents while looking up from time to time at the back of the figure who was bending down to pull weeds in the greenhouse, and turned to Su Ye to complain in a low voice. "Why do you think the Imperial Master is so clingy? I wish I could hang on to the Imperial Master's wife." Su Ye didn't speak, but slightly curled the corners of his mouth. She planted seeds on this land. The seeds will germinate, grow, and bear fruits. These fruits will feed many people and make the winter in Northern Xinjiang less difficult. This is her home, her home and his. She would take root here, like the sweet potatoes she planted, the deepest roots in this ice sheet. He turned around in front of her, bent down, and showed his back to her. "Come up here, I'll carry you home." Shen Heng looked at his broad and strong back and didn't refuse, obediently lying down on him. Xun Zhuo's back was wide and warm, and she could feel the outline of his shoulder blades and the tight muscles on both sides of his spine through the fabric. Shen Heng hugged his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and smelled the faint fragrance of cedar on his collar. She suddenly felt at ease. Xun Zhuo carried her along the field ridge toward the carriage. The twilight has completely fallen, and the sunset on the snowfield is spreading from the horizon layer by layer, dyeing the entire wilderness into a gentle orange-purple. In the distance, several herdsmen were driving their sheep back to the camp. The tinkling of sheep bells was particularly clear in the silent twilight. "Xun Zhuo." Shen Heng lay on his back, arms loosely wrapped around his neck. "When I get old, will you still carry me like this?" He tilted his head slightly and answered in a calm and determined tone, as if he was saying something natural. "Of course." She buried her face in his shoulder, unable to suppress the curve of her mouth. After walking for a short distance, Xun Zhuo suddenly asked her what she wanted to eat at night. Shen Heng lay on his back with his eyes closed. He was so tired that he almost didn't have the energy to speak, so he just replied in a dull voice. "I also want to drink pork rib soup." "Okay, is there anything else you want to eat?" Shen Heng thought for a while and said. "I also want to eat butter pancakes, the ones you baked by yourself last time, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside." "Okay." Shen Heng said with a smile. "Why are you so nice?" Xun Zhuo didn't answer, but just lifted her up to make her lie down more comfortably. After a moment, she heard his voice coming from above her head, very softly. "My wife is the best." Shen Heng buried his face in his shoulder, suddenly feeling a little hot in his eyes. It's not that I'm sad, I'm so happy that it's a bit unreal. She used to think that happiness had a limit, and it would be gone once it was used up, so every time she was happy, she would subconsciously be afraid of the next time she would be unhappy. But since coming here, she has discovered that happiness can be unlimited. It is full every day, as full as a stream filled with snow after melting in spring, pouring in one after another and never ending. Shen Heng raised his head and looked at his profile. The dusk fell on his face, coating his features with a light golden halo. She leaned forward and pecked the base of his ear very lightly and quickly. Xun Zhuo paused for a moment, then continued walking forward. The blush on the tips of his ears spread to his earlobes at a speed visible to the naked eye. Shen Heng smiled. "Your ears are red again. They are red every time I kiss you. You are still so shy now that we are an old couple." He was silent for a while before speaking. "It's not that I'm shy, I'm just not prepared for your surprise attack." Shen Heng blinked. "Then I'll tell you in advance next time that I'm going to kiss you." "Okay." Shen Heng said with a smile. "Then I'm going to kiss you again." She gently turned his face over and pressed a very light and soft kiss on the corner of his lips. The twilight finally fell at this moment, the first star lit up on the snowy field, and the corners of his mouth curved in an extremely gentle arc that she couldn't see. The kitchen was quiet, except for the bubbling sound in the pot and the steady and powerful beating of his heart. The moon outside the window has risen, and the clear light is shining in the courtyard of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. This is the world she wants. There is evening twilight. There is his bent back on the field ridge. There is a bowl of pork rib soup that he stewed. There is a person who treats her as the only one in this life. Shen Heng and Xun Zhuo found a quieter corner, squatted down by the river beach, and placed two lotus lanterns on the water. Shen Heng's lamp is still full of names written on it. She wrote about everyone around her until there was really no room, and then squeezed a line of small words on the petals. "I hope this will happen every year, and this morning will happen every year." She turned her head to look at Xun Zhuo's lantern. He did not write, but squatted quietly next to her, holding the thin brush in his hand, and his eyes fell on the thousands of flickering lights on the river. Shen Heng touched his shoulder lightly. He came back to his senses, looked down at the blank lotus lantern in his hand, then picked up a pen and wrote two lines of words on the silk next to the wick. Both lines are written in ancient Northern Xinjiang script, with clear, solemn handwriting. Shen Heng can now understand most of the ancient texts in Northern Xinjiang. The first line said, "May Shen Heng be safe and happy, and may Xun Ning and Shen Yan grow up healthy." The second line said, "May Xun Zhuo meet Shen Heng in the next life." She stared at the second line in confusion, and then raised her head to look at him. His side face was reflected brightly and darkly by countless lights on the river. His black hair was gently fluttering in the night wind, and his amber eyes were looking at her quietly. Shen Heng lowered his head, rested his head on his shoulder, and secretly pressed the corners of his eyes with his sleeve. Xun Zhuo stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, gently resting his chin on the top of her hair. At this moment, Shen Yan ran over crookedly carrying his big snow wolf lantern, shouting. "Mom, daddy, come quickly. Uncle Agum put a big lamp over there and drew a pig on it. He said it was Uncle Hanu." Xun Ning was pulled by his sleeves and ran all the way to follow, her face turned red as she ran. Shen Yan turned back and held his sister's hand, shouting back while running. "Hurry up, hurry up, uncle Hanu is going to fly away." Xun Ning was dragged by him and ran. When passing by Shen Heng and Xun Zhuo, he suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoes and stretched out his arms towards Xun Zhuo, saying "Daddy hugs" in a sweet voice. Xun Zhuo bent down and picked her up. Xun Ning nestled in his arms and pointed at the thousands of lights on the river. "Looks good." Xun Zhuo asked softly. "Do you like Ning'er?" She nodded seriously and then added. "I like it. I like my mother, I like my father, I like my brother, I like my uncle, I like everyone!" Shen Heng stood up, pulled Shen Yan to his side, and wiped off a bit of dust on the tip of his nose that he didn't know where. A family of four stood side by side on the river beach, and the lights on the river stretched their shadows very long. Xun Zhuo held Xun Ning, and Shen Heng held hands with Shen Yan. Fireworks exploded overhead, and thousands of flowing fires fell into the night sky in northern Xinjiang, illuminating the snow that never melted all year round on the Snow God Mountain, and illuminating countless lotus lanterns on the river that slowly floated away carrying their wishes. She really didn't remember her birthday, but she remembered that every year on this day, someone would get up before dawn to make her a birthday cake, someone would ride hundreds of miles from the south to drink tea with her, and someone would write a letter from Tuozhou, thousands of miles away. She remembered every person, every thought, and every person who held her dearest to her heart. Shen Heng leaned on Xun Zhuo's shoulder, the light of the lantern in the corridor reflected on her face, bright and dark. She suddenly had an impulse and looked up at him and asked. "Xun Zhuo, what was your impression of me when you first met me?" Xun Zhuo lowered his head and looked at her. When she asked this question, there was a bit of cunning expectation in her eyes, exactly the same as when she stood in the study room of Honglu Temple and shouted to him, "National Master, let's play chess" many years ago. No one can bear to refuse. He thought for a while, then the corners of his lips curved slightly, and his voice was very soft, but every word seemed to come from the deepest part of his heart. "At first glance, I felt like I had seen you in a dream." "Your earthy love words are too earthy, hahahahahaha." Shen Heng shrank into his arms and smiled. What Xun Zhuo didn't tell her was that before coming to Dazhao, he had a dream. The dream came without warning. In his dream, he found himself standing on an ice field he had never seen before. It is a crystal clear ice lake as calm as a mirror. The lake reflected the stars in the sky, and those stars were brighter than anything he had seen in ten years of stargazing, as if someone had crushed up the entire Milky Way and sprinkled it on the ice. He lowered his head and saw that he was standing barefoot in the middle of the ice lake, with a bottomless sea of ​​stars beneath his feet and a bottomless sea of ​​stars above his head. He stood in the center of the universe, as small as dust. Then he heard a voice. It sounded simultaneously from every corner of heaven and earth. The voice was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. It was like the echo of the first drop of water falling into the glacial lake when thousands of years of snow melted, and it was also like the very ancient and distant resonance emitted by the stars as they rotated. "What are you waiting for?" The voice asked him. He opened his mouth and found that he couldn't answer. What is he waiting for? Waiting for the northern border to be settled, waiting for the people to have no worries, waiting for the master to stop worrying about him, and waiting for the Great Khan to no longer have to stay up all night over the disputes between the seventeen tribes. But he can do all these by himself, there is no need to wait. "You are waiting for someone." The voice answered for him. The starry sky above the ice lake suddenly began to rotate, and countless stars flowed and reorganized under his feet, gradually condensing into a blurry figure. The figure had her back to him, and her face could not be seen clearly. She could only see that she was a slender woman, with long black hair that was blown gently by the wind. She stood at the end of the starry sky, with the Milky Way flowing beneath her feet and the falling snowflakes on her shoulders. She was clearly close at hand, but seemed to be thousands of worlds away. "She is the one who came to ferry you." Said the voice. "She came from a far away place and walked a long way just to come to you. She will break all your rules, melt all your ice, and let you know that in addition to responsibility and sacrifice, there is something worth living for. You have to find her, you have to wait for her, you have to recognize her the moment she appears, and then give her your life." When Xun Zhuo woke up from his dream, there was cold sweat on his forehead. He knelt before the statue of the snow god and asked the god what the dream meant. Snow God didn't answer him, but just looked down at him quietly, without sadness or joy. That night he knelt in front of the Snow God statue for a long time, until the sky turned white and until the ashes in the incense burner burned out the last wisp of smoke. A few years later, Agu disappeared, and the Great Khan sent a mission to Dazhao to search for him. When he found A Gu in the Colosseum, he heard the sound of a bowstring. Two arrows shot through the air from the high platform, one on the left and one on the right, accurately hitting the tiger's eyes. He looked up and saw a slender woman standing on the high platform, holding a long bow that was disproportionate to her stature. She stood up straight, as if she had used all her strength not to fall down. The bowstring cut her finger, and blood dripped down her fingertip, but she didn't even frown. Her back was enveloped by the beam of light leaking from the skylight of the Colosseum, and her long black hair was gently blown by the wind. He followed her to the general's mansion. She was so sick that she couldn't even walk without breathing, but she squatted beside the bed and used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from Aguma's face. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, but she was still sitting by the bed guarding the child she had picked up from the Colosseum. He watches the scene from the window, then goes into the room and puts her to sleep. He bent down and placed his palm gently on the back of her heart. Her body is too weak, with congenital deficiencies and acquired losses. If she does not receive timely treatment, she will not be able to survive for a few years. He transferred his internal energy into her body to clear up several stagnant meridians for her, and gave A Gu a heat-clearing medicine. At the palace banquet the next day, the emperor pointed to the three princesses and introduced them to the Northern Xinjiang envoy. The three princesses all looked ashen and wanted to bury their heads under the table. Then he heard a clear voice coming from the last seat. "My son is willing to marry and make peace in Northern Xinjiang." He raised his head and saw that the woman who was lying beside Aguma's bed last night until she fainted from exhaustion was now standing upright in the center of the hall with her hands raised. Her face was still sickly and pale, but her eyes were as bright as stars on a cold night. The emperor asked her, who do you want to marry? She turned her head to look at him, with an extremely bright smile on her face. "I want to marry the Imperial Master." That smile was so bright that it overlapped with the blurry figure in the dream. His hand holding the wine glass paused. The back figure standing at the end of the starry sky, the silhouette that he had remembered for thousands of years after seeing it only once. Then he heard the sound of the ice breaking in his heart, crisp, short, and unavoidable. It's her. It turned out to be her. He found her. He had never told Shen Heng about these things. She didn't need to know. She just needs to know that from the moment he is behind her every time she looks back, she is destined to be his. He was just waiting quietly. Wait for her to find out that she really likes him, wait for her to stay in this world willingly, wait for her to give up her whole heart like him in every casual moment. He waited for a long time, but he never felt that the wait was long. Fireworks exploded overhead, and thousands of streams of fire fell into the night sky in northern Xinjiang. Shen Heng raised his head and looked at the sky full of light and gold. He didn't notice that Xun Zhuo was looking down at her. His gaze fell on her face through the light and shadow of the fireworks. His amber eyes reflected her side face illuminated by the firelight, and also reflected the self that stood in the middle of the ice lake many years ago and was enlightened by the gods. "At first glance, I felt like I had seen you in a dream." He said softly. The full text of this sentence should actually be like this. "I've seen you in my dreams. I've seen your back at the end of the starry sky. I've heard your footsteps in the Snow God's prophecy. I've been waiting for you for many, many years before I met you." Shen Heng and Xun Zhuo walked side by side on the street. She suddenly stopped and looked back. In the distance are the rolling hills, behind you are the laughter of people playing in the yard, and a circle of freshly planted flowers in front of the small tomb under the apricot tree, swaying gently in the spring breeze. She turned back and squeezed Xun Zhuo's hand. He looked down at her. Shen Heng sighed with emotion. "Xun Zhuo, the weather is very nice today." She was also very happy. He looked up at the setting sun on the horizon, then curled up his lips and hummed. The rest of their lives are so long, and they still have countless days like this. 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