snow on pillow

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Never thought that this sky needs a woman to carry it on her thin shoulders, but this woman is destined to be her, Liu Jieyou.

"Weng Guimi!" Amidst the admiration of the Wusun people and courtiers, a familiar figure walked into the crowd and patted Weng Guimi on the shoulder, "Why are you so dumbfounded?"

Weng Guimi glanced sideways at Mo Yan, coughed twice, "You just showed up now, fortunately Kun Mi didn't pay attention to you, otherwise I really don't know how to cover up for you?" After finishing speaking, Weng Guimi Mi thought of Feng Shi, "How is that maid?"

The smile on Mo Yan's face froze, and he said with a wry smile: "It must be alive..."

Weng Guimi took a look around Mo Yan, "Did she stay with the genius doctor to recuperate?"

Mo Yan shook his head, then shook his head helplessly, "Where she wants to go, but no one can stop her." Thinking of her busy changing out of her dirty clothes as soon as she arrived at the wedding banquet, just to go clean Go to Princess Jieyou and serve her well.

"Be careful!"

Wusun's guards suddenly shouted, and they all pulled out the scimitars around their waists, staring fixedly at the white-clothed maid who suddenly swung her sword and jumped to Jieyou's side----

"Your Highness, do you still remember that there is a dance called "White Snow"?" The voice was as gentle as ever, and the eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as ever. Feng Shi pointed his sword and was facing Jun Xumi, but he leaned towards Jieyou slightly. ""You Lan" is too bitter, why don't you let me dance with the princess to this song---"White Snow"."

"嫽..." Jieyou's eyes turned red, she couldn't believe what she saw, her elder sister was standing in front of her now, still standing in front of her so well, her voice became hoarse, and she almost rushed forward Go, hug Feng Shi tightly.

It's just that Feng Shi knew that she couldn't let Jieyou do such a thing on such an occasion, so she could only hold back her tears and chuckle, "Has the princess forgotten?" She slightly bumped Jieyou's body with her shoulder, and shook her head slightly, signaling Jieyou not to lose her composure .

Jieyou nodded slightly, making himself smile again, but his dancing posture suddenly became cheerful, dancing in a red dress, like a flaming red butterfly fluttering its wings, and may fly away with the wind at any time.

Feng Shi turned the sword in his hand, and nodded slightly to Jun Xumi as a salute, only to hear her say in Wusun dialect, "In addition to my graceful dancing posture, in fact, not all Han women can only hold embroidery in their hands. Needle, if Kunmi doesn't give up, then I and the princess will dance a song for the Han------"White Snow"."

Mrs. Zuo's eyes flashed, and she fixedly looked at Feng Shi, with an undercurrent surging in her eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking about.

Jun Xumi sat down. He really always thought that most of the women of the Han family, like Xijun and Princess Xijun, were delicate and needed a man's protection, but he didn't expect the little maid to dance with a sword tonight, which really surprised him a little. one time.

What's more, Jun Xumi found it very interesting that this little maid could speak Wusun dialect.

At that moment, Jun Xumi nodded and smiled, raised his glass and drank, "I'd like to see, what is the "Bai Xue" dance?"

"Then please take care of Kunmi!" As soon as Feng Shi finished speaking, the long sword in her hand slashed in the air, and she seemed to be transformed into white snow flying around the red butterfly, floating tightly around the red butterfly, as if she was about to take her with her. Among them, the red butterfly flew out of the world of mortals and fluttered to the sky.

The snow on the eaves is bright and bright.

Today is parting, life and death are inseparable.

It's a pity that once Bai Xue falls into the mortal world, she is doomed to turn into dusty snow water and can never be clean again.

Jieyou can't turn into a butterfly and fly away, and Feng Shi can't wait by her side forever holding a sword like this.

Dance has a beginning and an end.

People get together, stay together, and eventually separate.

Tonight's separation was a heart-wrenching pain for Feng Shi, and a crushing injury for Jieyou.

However, even if the two of them were heartbroken, occasionally looking back at each other, what they left for each other was a reassuring smile.

"No matter when, you are as bright and clean as this white snow." During the whirling dance, Jie You faintly heard Feng Shi's voice, her heart ached, and she nodded heavily.

"Even if you can't see the lights of Pengcheng here, as long as you lift the curtain, I guarantee that there will always be a light in the world for you...so relieve your worries...don't be afraid..."

There was a hint of hoarseness in Feng Shi's gentle voice, Jie You knew that it was Feng Shi's unbearable pain, but her sister Shi was still smiling, just to let her not be afraid of the coming nightmare tonight.

"I'm not afraid..." After all, Jieyou couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. When the dance was over, the tears dripped from her eyes. She stretched out her hand, wanting to hold Feng Shi's hand tightly.

But Feng Shi knelt on the ground, lowered his head, tears dripped on the ground, and couldn't rest anymore.

"Okay!" Jun Xumi clapped his palms and shouted, this wonderful dance really brought back his spirits tonight, this spring night is short, and the wine is almost drunk, the rest of it is naturally his body What Wusun Kunmi must and is willing to do.

"Hahaha, relieve your worries."

Jieyou only felt that someone hugged her waist, and looked at Jun Xumi in shock, only to see him laughing even more proudly, "I will take pity on you..."

"Long live Kunmi, thousand years old Madam You!"

While singing the harmony, Jun Xumi strode into the tent with Jieyou in his arms. When the sound of tearing silk and Jieyou's exclamation sounded, it was not only Feng Shi's heart that was torn apart, but also Weng Guimi's heart.

Feng Shi tightly grasped the red mud under her feet, only to feel that everything blurred in front of her eyes suddenly became more scarlet than anything else, and a strong fishy smell spread from her heart, leaving her whole body with endless pain.

Chapter 7.Scary

Weng Guimi clenched his fists and looked anxiously at Mrs. Zuo, who was calm and composed. The only one who can save Jieyou now is her alone!

Madam Zuo pretended not to see Weng Guimi's anxious gaze, and stood up slowly, "I'm tired too, it's time to go back and rest."

"Zuo..." Weng Guimi just wanted to step forward to stop Mrs. Zuo, but he just uttered a word, and immediately restrained himself.

Mrs. Zuo seemed to stagger, and suddenly fell into the arms of the servants nearby, her face was as white as paper, and she was out of breath, "Come here... come here... there are... there are ghosts... My child...to take my child..."

"Imperial doctor! Imperial doctor! Imperial doctor!" The servant on the side yelled miserably, hugging Mrs. Zuo tightly.

The originally happy atmosphere suddenly became cold and silent because of this sudden change, the imperial doctor ran over from the corner of the wedding banquet in a panic, and the first thing he did when he leaned over was to feel Mrs. Zuo's pulse, his face suddenly changed, "Not good! Not good! Hurry up and invite Kunmi, otherwise Mrs. Zuo may not be able to keep this baby!"

When everyone heard the imperial doctor's last words, their faces turned green with fright, and they all knelt down on the ground, praying to the sky, "God bless, the descendant of Wusun is well, God bless, the descendant of Wusun is well."

Weng Guimi had to look at Mrs. Zuo this time with admiration. It turned out that this woman knew that she was pregnant with Kunmi's child. Even if he didn't make an agreement with her today, she would definitely take this step and destroy Kunmi's cave. Even... thought of a place with myself.

It's just that it's okay, some things are just right, and it's just right.

All the expressions on Weng Guimi's face were full of astonishment, which seemed to be expected by Mrs. Zuo.

Mrs. Zuo cast a slanted glance at Weng Guimi's astonished face, and a strange smile seemed to appear on the corner of her mouth --- Wusun respects the gods, such a sudden happy event turned into a disaster, there must be some evil In order to cause trouble, in addition to all the officials asking for the protection of the heavens, Jun Xumi, the lord of Wusun, must also stay with Mrs. Zuo and protect the child with the honor of an emperor.

After all, Wusun is not a big man. When many things are beyond the reach of medical skills, he can only pray to the sky and look forward to the protection of the gods.