From Weicheng Horseshoe Lake, Chengcheng is about two hundred miles away.
The wind and snow rarely stopped for a moment, and against the light sunshine, the snow-paved streets began to gradually become wet.
Perhaps this is because God has a rare eye, and he is not responsible for the rich and the poor. The cold wetness that enters the body eventually reaches everyone's body.
In front of Fugui Li's house, two or three servants hurriedly took tools and carefully swept away the broken snow. One of the servants, perhaps accidentally, moved a little too much, and the wet snow water spread over it, just under a pair of exquisite deerskin fur shoes, and did not get wet.
Immediately, the noble man wearing deerskin fur shoes raised his leg angrily and kicked the servant who came and bowed down into the snow.
The two servants nearby were so shocked that they bowed in a hurry, not daring to move.
"Mr. Feng, don't be angry. Today we are acquainted with each other in the Li Mansion. Don't cause trouble." Beside the noble man, a gorgeous old woman whispered to him.
"I'll kill you dirty dogs later."
After straightening his exquisite winter robe, the noble prince put on an elegant smile, hugged the gift box, and stepped into the Li Mansion.
Behind him, the little servant, who was all wet, made a low sound of pain.
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The huge Li Mansion, the small attic in the south wing.
Under the guidance of two maids, Li Xiaowan styled her hair into a solemn bun, put on a light blush and lipstick, and changed her skirt into a spring color.
"Miss, you look so beautiful today."
Li Xiaowan did not answer. She was not obsessed with the handsome appearance in the bronze mirror. Suddenly she remembered that day at the border, she was carrying a tiger shield, covered in filth, following the little stickman to beg for her life, shouting to be beaten and killed.
Suddenly, the circles under his eyes turned red.
"Miss, Mr. Feng has entered the house."
"I heard that Young Master Feng's father is a popular figure under Xiao Zaifu. If Miss can succeed in this matter and get a hairpin, she will be worry-free for the rest of her life."
Li Xiaowan laughed and cried immediately.
It wasn't until an old woman from the Li family outside came in and called her a few more times that she stood up silently and walked to the main hall without saying a word.
Her grandfather Li Rucheng, father and mother were all sitting in the main hall. In the main hall, there is also a young man dressed in brocade clothes.
"The sunset poem makes the whole sky full of snow, which makes it very spring when combined with the plum blossoms."
The young man's pleasing poem immediately aroused the excitement of the whole house.
In Li Xiaowan's ears, the two sentences of the little stickman were still faintly echoing, "The incense array reaches the sky and penetrates the Changyang, and the city is filled with golden armor."
"Ah, Miss Wanwan."
Li Xiaowan silently nodded and sat down slowly, as if she was cold and her face was covered with frost and snow.
"Wanwan, even though it's cold today, Mr. Feng still spared no effort to come to the house to see you." Grandfather Li Rucheng's voice came out.
"know."
"How about you get up and go for a walk in the garden with Mr. Feng to enjoy the snow scenery."
"Just in time, I thought of a few poems about snow scenes and read them to Miss Wanwan."
"Miss Wanwan, you are so polite."
In the garden of Li's Mansion, plum blossoms were planted early when winter was approaching. After being carefully trimmed by the servants, they are now in full bloom.
Stepping on the cobblestone path, Li Xiaowan actually didn't hear clearly what Mr. Feng read.
"Miss Wanwan, let me plug in the hairpin for you."
According to Daji customs, if a man gives a girl a hairpin and then helps the girl insert it, it is considered to be a seal of love. Just waiting for the day when the birth date was calculated, he immediately offered the job and married in a sedan chair.
Li Xiaowan coldly knocked off the hairpin.
"Miss Wanwan, my father Hu Xun is a popular figure under Xiao Zaifu. You are like this, you are like this, Gaozu will be angry."
Li Xiaowan turned her face and put on a rare smile. In just a moment, Hu Feng was stunned.
"Master Feng, come with me for a walk by the lake."
"Ah, very good. I would like to go with the beautiful lady."
After walking only half a circle around the lake, Li Xiaowan suddenly took a light step and walked towards the lake with a smile on her face. Probably due to the heavy snowfall in recent days, Xiaowang Lake in Li Mansion has already been covered with a thick layer of ice.
"Master Feng, why don't you leave?"
"If, if I fall into the lake, I will have a fever and get sick. The medicinal soup will be bitter, and the sweet water will not be sweet in winter."
Li Xiaowan laughed sadly.
Among all the men in the world, there is no one like that little stickman.
She slowly hummed a tune, stepped on the ice with light steps, and walked forward like dancing on the lake.
Her grandfather, her father and mother all came out of the main hall in a hurry. No one could have imagined that a wealthy young lady would now seem to be suffering from a mental disorder.
On the lake, Li Xiaowan stopped. Under the cold winter weather, I lowered my head and looked at my lonely shadow in the reflection on the ice.
Inexplicably, I wanted to cry again.
"Grandpa, you said you would find a heroic husband for me, but you have been looking for him for more than two months in the inner city and can't find him."
"Just like Mr. Feng, he is afraid of the pain even when he takes a mouthful of medicinal soup. But I saw at the border that there was such a man who dared to fight with the Beidi people with only a few dozen people from the village."
Li Xiaowan burst into tears.
Li Rucheng frowned, he knew who Li Xiaowan was talking about. But the little boss, even with the reputation of Guo surnamed Hou, is still a mismatch.
Again, it's a choice. Choose Xiao Zaifu, or choose the country's surname Hou. But the Marquis named Guo was about to die of illness.
"My grandfather has been leading troops in wars for more than thirty years. Could it be that now, he is thinking about pursuing elegance and becoming an old scribe? If the soldiers do not defend the country, how can they shame the enemy with poetry and retreat?"
Li Rucheng's expression paused and he remained motionless for a long time. I recall from a distance that back then, he achieved great military exploits with one sword and one sword, until he was granted the title of Beihou.
Deep down in his heart, he was looking towards the young Marquis. If not, he would not have visited him immediately when he returned to the inner city.
"Wanwan, don't talk nonsense, Mr. Feng has a distinguished family background-" Li Shuomo just started to speak.
Li Rucheng's face was filled with anger, and he immediately picked up his son Li Shuomo and threw him into the snow.
"Tell me Wanwan, what do you want."
"Go to Horseshoe Lake in Weicheng. If you can't bring back your husband, I will marry you as you wish. Grandpa, don't forget that I am also a person who came back from the border. I have seen life and death, and I have held a sword."
"Okay!" Li Rucheng's face was full of joy. The son is useless, but the granddaughter has such courage.
"You go ahead. I am the Marquis of Dingbei, in charge of an army of more than 50,000 people. Even if the sky falls, I can hold it up."
Li Xiaowan rubbed away her frozen tears. Growing up, she never thought that she would be so rebellious.
"Tell that brat that if he doesn't agree, I will personally lead the troops and overthrow his village."
On the lake, Li Xiaowan nodded with red eyes.
"Father, if Xiao Zaifu knew about it, he would definitely be angry." Li Shuomo cried.
"He doesn't dare to make mistakes."
"From today on, I am the young Marquis's son."
Li Rucheng raised his head and exhaled a breath of filthy air. After thirty years of fighting, he was walking on thin ice. To this day, my granddaughter’s words are like enlightenment.
