Wrapped in silver, the mountains and rivers are covered with snow.
Viewed from a distance, the entire Cuiyun Mountain exudes a simple and distant aura, like a giant white beast crawling on the ground.
Bixiao Palace is only on the edge of the mountain range, and the convoy of Qiu Xie and his team arrived at the foot of the mountain in less than two hours.
Further ahead is the world-famous Luojiang River.
This Luoshui River is an important tributary on the right bank of the river, stretching for thousands of miles. Like the river, it runs through the Central Plains, the Western Regions and the Desert. It is one of the most important canals in the Jin Kingdom today and is also a natural barrier against the Northern Liang and nomadic cavalry.
Since ancient times, countless large-scale battles have taken place on this Luoshui River, and thousands of literati and poets have left poems and songs expressing their will.
The autumn hunting teams returning to Beijing began to cross the river one after another. The Jin Emperor's dragon chariot stopped on the south bank of the Luo River. The temporary camp had already been set up, and smoke rose from the tents. The Jin Emperor wanted to finish his lunch here and take a rest. The rear continues on its way.
With Jin Huang's camp as the center, the teams of all the powerful families began to stop and rest. Except for Jin Huang, no one else set up camp. At most, they lit a bonfire and cooked a hot meal.
It didn't take long for the temporary camp to become lively.
The adults gathered in small groups to chat, and the children had a great time playing in the snow. Some women who were afraid of the cold stayed in the carriage and did not want to come out, holding a heater and taking a nap.
"The autumn wind has not yet ended, winter has not yet come, and the first snow suddenly falls on the Luojiang River. ..."
At this time, the snowfall had slowed down a little, and many talented people from aristocratic families were gathering on the bank of Luojiang River to enjoy the snow scenery, reciting poems and composing poems. From time to time, they would come out with one or two good lines, causing bursts of applause.
"Xiaodie, what's going on ahead?"
Chu Xiaoqing, who was sitting in the carriage, heard the laughter and chatter by the river and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Back to my young master, it's His Highness the Ninth Prince who is having a snowball fight on horseback with his bodyguards, hee hee..."
"What?"
Chu Xiaoqing was surprised and leaned out of the carriage. What she saw was clearly a group of literati reciting poems and lyrics, but there was no snowball fight.
"Oh, little master, over there, look! His Highness the Ninth Prince is so powerful. A big ball of snowball falls down so accurately and hard that it knocks the opponent off his feet!"
Xiaodie clapped her hands and exclaimed with gleaming eyes. Seeing that her girl was looking in the wrong direction, she quickly took her arm and pointed to the other side.
Chu Xiaoqing looked in the direction of her finger. On the snow not far away, there were indeed more than 20 people riding war horses. From time to time, they leaned over to pick up snowballs and threw them towards the opposite side.
One of them was wearing a blue brocade robe, with sleeves rolled up over his forearms. His muscular figure was particularly eye-catching. He was riding a tall white horse, holding the reins tightly in one hand and catching the snowball in the other. He rode the horse and charged through the crowd, always It can accurately hit the opponent's cheek, causing the opponent to wail and scream in pain.
That person was not the one who made a big splash last night, her future husband, His Highness Ninth Prince Jiang Yunzhou.
He was so young at heart that he actually had a snowball fight under the eyes of so many princes and dignitaries. Chu Xiaoqing secretly sighed in her heart, this prince really had no scruples in his heart...
"Hey, little master, do you think His Highness Ninth Prince is coming towards us?" Xiaodie said excitedly.
Chu Xiaoqing took a closer look and saw Jiang Yunzhou's white horse running towards her carriage.
Seeing this, she immediately retracted her body and wanted to lower the curtain, but Xiaodie pulled the curtain.
"Little Master, Madam has given instructions to give me the opportunity to let you and His Highness Ninth Prince get closer and closer. I feel that Madam has thought very carefully. You don't know that since His Highness Ninth Prince showed off his talents last night, how many young people outside are staring at us. As for this future uncle, you can’t let others get there first.”
"Xiao Nizi, what are you carrying in your head every day!" Chu Xiaoqing rolled her eyes at her little maid and said angrily.
Xiaodie curled her lips: "That's right. Since ancient times, I don't know how many wives have been bullied by evil concubines. Your wedding to His Highness Ninth is still half a year away. When His Highness Ninth establishes his family, I don't know how much he will have to endure during this period. Temptation, you must not back down, hold His Highness’s heart firmly in your hands as soon as possible!”
Xiaodie puffed out her mouth and made a fist gesture.
Chu Xiaoqing wanted to say something else, but she saw three well-dressed men dressed as scholars walking to the carriage, bowing their hands to Chu Xiaoqing respectfully and saying:
"Miss Chu, here is Song Jun from Ling'an Academy. Behind her are the two great talents from Ling'an Academy, Li Liang and Luo Zi'an. We have heard for a long time that this girl is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has excellent poetry. She deserves to be worthy of Kyoto." As the most talented woman, I wonder if you can be invited to enjoy the snowy scenery of Luojiang River and discuss poetry and poetry with us?"
While they were talking, all the literary talents and the rich lady wearing a curtain hat on the riverside also turned their attention and looked over. This time during the autumn hunt, most people were not able to see the true face of the most beautiful woman in Kyoto. , also very curious at this time.
Chu Xiaoqing was slightly stunned, and her eyes couldn't help but look at His Royal Highness Jiang Yunzhou, who had already rode to the other side of the carriage.
His chest rose and fell slightly quickly, his handsome face was slightly red, and there was white air coming out of his head.
When Song Jun and others saw Jiang Yunzhou, they also bowed and saluted with embarrassed looks on their faces. It seemed quite inappropriate to invite the other party's future wife in front of others, especially when the other party was a prince.
Just now, they only wanted to see the literary talent of the most talented woman in Kyoto, but they forgot that her fiancé was also in the team. After the three of them saluted, they were about to turn around and leave when they heard Jiang Yunzhou's cool and magnetic voice say loudly:
"Chu Xiaoqing, do you want to have a snowball fight?"
"Huh?" Chu Xiaoqing was stunned.
Is this Ninth Highness really cured of his brain disease... Xiaodie held her forehead speechlessly.
Although you do look majestic when you have a snowball fight, why did you invite my little master to have a snowball fight...
Even calling the young master by his first name, what about the etiquette of the royal family?
Confucian culture has reached its peak in this world. In this era when etiquette is prevalent, all kinds of etiquette are quite complicated and exquisite. Not to mention the children of the royal family, even ordinary men who only know a few words are bound to invite women. Standing at attention, bowing, and being gentle, this kind of elegance has permeated the entire Jin society. For example, Jiang Yunzhou called a woman from an aristocratic family by her first name and invited her to a snowball fight. This was considered a very indecent behavior in the eyes of others.
Such casual words, coming from a prince, feel even more ridiculous.
"Your Majesty Ninth Prince, do you think this is disrespectful to you?"
Since ancient times, the Qing Dynasty has not been afraid of power. Song Jun and others, who considered themselves to be literati and refined scholars, were all ashamed and annoyed when they heard Jiang Yunzhou's words. Song Jun raised his hands to Jiang Yunzhou on horseback and said:
"Your Highness, like us, is a reader of the sage's book, and we should abide by the sage's etiquette. Your Highness's words are extremely frivolous, and it will bring shame to the saint..."
Jiang Yunzhou was having fun just now, and forgot the etiquette of this era for a moment, so he subconsciously called Chu Xiaoqing by name. He was thinking about how to redeem himself, and had no time to pay attention to Song Jun who was chattering beside him.
Song Jun saw that Jiang Yunzhou was ignoring him, so he turned to Chu Xiaoqing and invited her:
"Miss Chu, why don't you come with us to enjoy the snow scenery, recite poems and essays, and let us Ling'an students experience the knowledge of the most talented woman in the imperial capital! His Highness Ninth Prince's invitation to a snowball fight is somewhat unsatisfactory for a woman. Indecent."
"Okay." Chu Xiaoqing responded.
"Well, thank you very much, miss..." Song Jun was about to thank him, but found that the lady of the Chu family on the chariot was staring in the direction of the ninth prince Jiang Yunzhou.
Chu Xiaoqing opened the door curtain and stepped out of the carriage with Xiaodie's help.
Surrounded by silvery white, Chu Xiaoqing's moon-white patterned gold dress makes her even fairer and more beautiful, with black hair shawl, skin as smooth as jade, an oval-shaped face, red lips and a beautiful nose, and clear eyes. , all of them were as beautiful as immortals, and several young men from aristocratic families present were in trance.
I saw Chu Xiaoqing bowing to Song Jun and others: "His Ninth Highness invites you. It is difficult for me to refuse. I apologize to you gentlemen."
After saying that, she walked to Jiang Yunzhou's white horse, gently stretched out her jade hand from her warm sleeves, and slowly raised it.
Jiang Yunzhou looked at the woman on the horse. There was a shy smile on her beautiful face. Her bright eyes seemed to hide the peach blossoms all over the mountains and plains, and her whole person looked pink and delicate.
"Your Highness?"
Chu Xiaoqing curled her red lips lightly, as if she was slightly dissatisfied with Jiang Yunzhou's ecstasy, but this angry expression made her look even more attractive...
