Chapter 18 The Prince of Ice and Snow

It snowed, and the first snow at the end of the year and the beginning of the year came quietly.

With a "squeak", Hongyu opened the door, looked at the water party made of pink jade, and was distracted for a moment.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky one after another, like jade butterflies, like dancing like drunk; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, light and light, worthy of the masterpiece of the earth! Just as Hongyu was focusing on the flying snow, Qingyi had come to the waterside with two beautiful little boys. From afar, she saw the little man standing in front of the door and looking up at the sky. She looked very intoxicated and couldn't help smiling more deeply.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold? Just stand like this?"

Hearing Qingyi's voice, Hongyu came to her senses. Seeing her coming, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't cleaned it yet. She quickly turned back into the house and closed the door...

"...Yu'er?" Qingyi was a little helpless. He obviously saw himself. Did he pretend not to see it? Hearing the two people behind her secretly laughing, she had no choice but to knock on the door and said, "Yuer, open the door."

"Ma, come soon!" Hearing the small noise in the room, Qing Yi knew that he was combing, so he had to wait.

It took a long time for Hongyu to tidy up his makeup to open the door. Qingyi did not blame him and pulled him into the room.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? I'm leaving today." Qing Yi looked at him with pity, with a faint sadness between his eyebrows. "These two kids are the ones I want to take care of you, Yuer, take good care of yourself."

"Zi Yu... When will you come back to see Yuer?"

"Uh-huh... It's probably autumn. I'll be back."

"When will you leave?"

"Immediately. The carriage is already ready. As soon as Qing Yi's words fell, Hongyu rushed into her arms and was reluctant to give up.

Qing Yi hugged him, and he didn't say a word. So did she. They knew each other's thoughts. Hongyu is not good at words, and he is even more reluctant to separate; Qingyi does not say bold words, but prefers the submissive red jade. He doesn't make trouble, knows the importance, and is very good... This is what Qingyi likes him.

"Okay, it's almost time. Yu'er is at home obediently. Remember, you must not leave Xuanji Valley alone.

"Ye-huh!"

"Ha ha, okay, it's time for me to go, too." Qingyi stroked the red jade green silk, got up and said to the two children, "Take good care of Master Yu. If there is anything wrong, be careful about your lives." Yes, Lord, Lord, Lord.

After saying that, Qingyi said some lingering words to Hongyu, and stayed for another moment before leaving the water niche.

Looking at Qingyi who left, Hongyu stood in front of the door with tears in her eyes. She only said that the figure disappeared in front of her, and the crystal tears left her eyes.

Seeing the master crying, the two people beside him quickly said, "The young master is relieved, and the cabinet master will definitely return safely!"

Nodding, Hongyu turned to look at the two jade-faced teenagers in front of her and asked, "What's your names?"

The teenager dressed in ink sarong and green clothes saluted, "The boy is 11 years old this year, and his name is: Mo Lian." Another teenager in blue sarong and white clothes also saluted and said, "The boy is ten years old this year, and his name is: Yunshang." The clever Yunshang saw that the young master did not hate them, so he asked, "I don't know how old the young master is?"

"I'm also eleven. I don't know which month Mo Lian is from?" Hearing that they were about the same age as herself, Hongyu quickly chatted with them and unconsciously faded the inexplicable sadness...

Besides, Qingyi, accompanied by Zhong Niang and Hong Jin, went to a small country called Ximing.

There is no other reason. Qingyi chose Zhongximing as the center of his own development because its geographical location is not bad. Although the land area is small, the four countries have some strength, which is convenient for her choice.

In addition, today's internal affairs of Ximing have been chaotic, attached to other countries, and paying tributes every year, Ximing has long been unable to afford it! Not only that, Ximing's foreign enemies have always been disturbed...

In this way, this demise of the Western Ming Dynasty, as the first step of Qingyi to the political peak, could not be better!

Qingyi and others traveled all the way to the west. On the way, they let Hongjin go to Zhitian Villa alone first, in order to let Hongjin train into a really ability person. Whether it is to protect Hongyu or others in the future, she needs to transform from her heart, even if she burns herself.

With Zhong Niang on the road, Qingyi did not feel tired at all. He witnessed the building of Jinge City with his own eyes. Zhong had already worshipped this little master who was not amazing! Moreover, with my own ability, I definitely have the strength to protect the little master! At this point, Zhong Niang was not worried at all.

At first glance, it's time to reach the capital of Ximing. It's a small city on the way, just in case of trouble.

"Miss, do you want to inquire?" Zhong Niang looked at Qing Yi, who had been stunned for a long time, coughed all over and reminded him.

"Uh? Um... Go and ask who he is." Qingyi looked at the blue-gray shadow and couldn't move his eyes for a long time.

After sending Zhong Niang away, Qing Yi still looked at the man and thought to himself: What kind of person has such a charming appearance? What on earth did he experience before he had such a cold look. Relentless and lustless, his eyes made Qingyi feel very familiar at first sight! It seems that when I was a child, my father looked forward to my mother's family letter every night!

Cold and unruly, Qing Yiyuan looked at the man's back and secretly judged.

It took a while for Zhong Niang to come back and tell Qing Yi what she had heard.

"The man's name is Zhuo Binghu, the eldest son of the former city owner of the Acropolis. Because the former city owner died unjustly and implicated the Zhuo family, Mr. Binghu was stranded in... Caiweiyuan. Zhong Niang reported carefully, looking at the obsessed eyes of her cabinet owner, and couldn't help sighing in her heart: Beauty Land, Hero Tomb! Lord, don't you already have Mr. Yuzhen? What do you want? Qingyi: Shit, I didn't have a good man in my last life. It's hard to get a polyandry in this life. Lao Zhi is a golden single, and I need to remind you!)

"Oh? Wronged? What injustice?" Qingyi asked, but his eyes never shifted.

"I heard that the only daughter of the Acropolis owner wanted to occupy the prince of Binghu, but the prince did not obey, so the owner of the Acropolis persecuted the Zhuo family. Originally, he wanted to threaten Mr. Binghu with his family, but when Mr. Binghu was angry, he would cultivate his hair as a monk, always accompanied by a green lamp. When the owner of the Acropolis heard about this, he angrily sent the Zhuo family into the nine clans and single-in-onely sent Mr. Binghu to fall into the flower house. Let's say: The little bitch can't get ambition. If you don't marry my son, you will let your jade arm fall to tens of thousands of people.' Mr. Binghu was exiled to Caiweiyuan.

"Listen to your news, it seems that this Caiweiyuan is also under the name of Lan Yi, right?" Qing Yi looked back at Zhong Niang with a smile, "As the master said." "Ha ha, well, Lan Yi is not here. I'd like to see how rebellies this Mr. Binghu is. Lead the way!"

"Yes, master."

The fragrant clouds were warm and the smoke. Qingyi couldn't help frowning and said secretly: Next time, you must tell Lan Yi that you are not allowed to smoke such a strong fragrance in the flower building! I choked to death! Lan Yi rewarded a pair of white eyes: Lord, you entered the flower house.)

"Oh, where did this fairy-like lady come from!" Playboy is a bright-eyed person. As soon as he saw Qingyi and Zhong Niang approaching, he knew that they must be rich! Just looking at the texture of the robe, it is the best material!

He went forward and led the two of them into the upper room. Miss Wanfu, look at Miss's face. I'm afraid it's the first time to come to my Caiweiyuan. What does Miss like? The playboy asked tentatively, and Qing Yi coughed and said, "Binghu."

"! Ah, is Miss here to look at Mr. Binghu? Oh... Miss, don't you know? Binghu didn't pick up the guests... The young lady came from afar and didn't know it. The playboy is a little annoyed. Why do foreigners like that cold ice hu!?

"Mr. Binghu was originally the young master of the city, but he didn't enter my door until his family was in the middle. Oh, it's also a poor person." The playboy whispered and said, "Now it's the Wei family. How can a villain like me bully Mr. Binghu? I think Mu City Lord is really a good person! Miss, you have pity on my Mr. Binghu. Change it! I'm better than Binghu, more!"

"No, I want Binghu." Qing Yi said abnormally, and even Zhong Niang beside him was surprised. I have never seen such a cabinet owner...

"This, this..." The playboy was helpless and said in a soft tone, "To be honest, miss, I dare not say it bluntly when I see you dressed up. A few days ago, Miss Wei said that she wanted Binghu to accompany her at night, but Binghu refused. Miss Wei was furious and announced in public that she would bid for Binghu's ** tomorrow night... Miss, you are a foreigner. If Binghu follows you, can you give my Binghu a stable life?

The green sore didn't expect that the playboy was planning for Binghu. He thought it was raising his own price...

stunned, Qing Yi nodded with a smile and said, "I will participate in the auction tomorrow. However, I want to meet him today and ask the playboy to accommodate him. After saying that, he untied his pocket and took out an ingot of silver.

The playboy's eyes are straight! I weighed it in my hand. It is estimated that it is about seven or eight taels, and I have already smiled and frowned, "Eh! I'm going to talk to my Binghu about it. That's good. He finally waited for a loving Lord. After saying that, he twisted his waist and walked away.

"Miss... You, do you really want to provoke this Mr. Binghu?" Zhong Niang, who was beside her, couldn't see it and asked.

"What?" Qing Yi felt that what she asked was a little strange. Her Zhong Niang herself had a waiter. How could she control herself?

"Miss, this Acropolis owner will have some means. You have to think carefully if you can force a virtuous city lord to the flower house... Miss.

"Well, I will." Qingyi nodded with a smile.

After a while, someone came to serve fragrant tea and refreshments. Then Binghu, dressed in drunken flowers, came in and saw Qingyi salute her according to the instructions of the playboy and said, "Binghu has seen Miss."

Qingyi lost his mind for a moment and did not reply immediately.

Zhong Niang, who was beside her, saw that her master had lost his temper and quickly coughed to remind him.

With a "pull", Qingyi couldn't help laughing and said, "How do you wear this? This floral dress is indeed beautiful, but you have a cold face. This floral dress is as dirty as ink, you 'cold'. Ha ha, isn't it funny?" Looking at him, looking at the faint pink of his 'Lotus Heart Sand'... like ink, it's fascinating.

"Master!" Seeing Qingyi laughing, Zhong Niang quickly interrupted her. Looking at the originally calm Binghu, the color on his face became colder... He also began to contempt: the playboy said that there was a lady with an excellent temper. It seemed that she planned to redeem herself and was not afraid of the powerful. He is just a stranger... but at least he can escape from the clutches of the Wei family! But the first time she met, she looked at herself so gaffe and sneered at her dress! Do you think I want to wear it like this?

"Miss smiled, Binghu only has this dress with patterns..."

"..." Qing Yi restrained his smile and naturally recognized the coldness in his words. This Zhuo Binghu seems to be a good prey... He said lightly, "The so-called beauty is delicate and charming. There are also a lot of young masters I have met, and there are many beautiful women. When I caught a glimpse of Binghu, I knew that there were still people in the world who could be called 'bea'. Take Qionghua as the appearance, take the spirit bird as the sound, take the moon as the god, take the willow as the state, take the cold jade as the bone, and take the ice and snow as the skin... very good, very good.

Hearing such praise, Binghu looked at this woman in surprise. How could she be so talented? Is it incomparable to describe yourself? Did you hear it wrong? ... She seems to be really different from those who covet their own faces. Who is she?