His cold, stiff voice suddenly softened, so ethereal, so pure, even so unfamiliar.

Even he didn't believe that such a soft, light voice was actually from the callous and ruthless life-seeking Tsing Yi.

What the hell is wrong with me? Li Cunxiao couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

The eldest grandson suddenly smiled again, like those warm and soft sunshine falling in the air, and then, stretching his waist, said slowly:

Oh no, I fell asleep, for the first time in years, I slept so soundly and so comfortably, as if I were sleeping in the March sun,

I even had a dream, a beautiful dream, in which I dreamed that I was walking in the spring garden, surrounded by countless flowers,

Then, a myriad of birds lifted me gently up to the sun-drenched balcony, where there were many crimson pillars with beautiful carved patterns, and music as crisp as flowing water......

When she said these words, her face carried infinite longing, as if she was curled up under the Buddha's lamp and looked up at the Buddha's boundless and broad mind.

Then, she slowly raised her head and stared at Li Cunxiao, with an indescribable laziness and indescribable tenderness in her eyes.

And in those delicate expressions, there is clearly a deep meaning.

In the short moment when she looked at Li Cunxiao, her expression suddenly became vivid.

In such a soft, so ethereal, so complex eyes, there is even a lot of love and pity, as if I can't get enough of the person in front of me, as if I want to keep my eyes on this person's face forever.

However, it was only in a short moment that Li Cunxiao quickly turned his gaze away and looked at the autumn sky outside the window complicatedly.

It's still bleak autumn outside.

Autumn is still a lifeless wilderness.

There is still a lone poplar in the field, and there is a dead leaf on the tree that falls from the tip of the branch, slowly, slowly, in front of Li Cunxiao.

Li Cunxiao was still full of despair.

Sad and indifferent life-seeking Tsing Yi.

The dilapidated carriage moved slowly, but there were still countless dusts that had been lifted up by the jolting wheels, and had been abandoned far behind the carriage and falling down in a daze.

Li Cunxiao seemed to feel something, and said secretly: How good it is that lifeless dust is good, they rise and fall, there is no restraint, there is no heavy sense of mission, although it is inevitable to fall down in different places, but there will be no inexplicable sadness, nor will there be drifting sadness.

Thinking of this, he suddenly sighed and muttered: So, where is my destination......

Eldest Sun Wujian seemed to hear his moaning murmur, looked at him, and then snuggled his raised head on his shoulder again, and said softly: Are you tired?

Li Cunxiao was speechless, but couldn't help but nodded.

He himself seemed to find it strange, how could he say what was in his heart?

Although his words were not said to the eldest grandson Wujian, he faintly hoped that the eldest grandson Wujian could understand his words and know what he was thinking in his heart.

At this moment, after countless betrayals and long-distance wanderings, the eldest grandson seems to have become the only comfort and sustenance in his life.

And every time he saw the eldest grandson, he always felt infinite peace in his heart, and the heartache that followed would be soothed by her soft gaze.

I don't know why, when he was looking at his eldest grandson, he thought of Ding Yuehua again, and remembered that Qianying in a light purple dress stood under the cherry blossom tree, smacking her long eyelashes at her.

Although the eldest grandson Wujian and Ding Yuehua look very similar, although he has experienced a tragic betrayal, he still cares about Ding Yuehua in his heart.

In the end, he still couldn't forget Ding Yuehua.

After all, Ding Yuehua once brought him an unforgettable time.

Li Cunxiao's right hand was still tightly holding the black iron sword that was stuck diagonally at his waist, and there were still pale blue veins on his pale hand.

However, his left hand suddenly moved, and then, the strand of long hair that was scattered on the forehead of the eldest grandson was gently tossed aside.

He seemed to want to see the woman next to him more clearly.

At this time, the weak late autumn sunlight outside the window happened to peek in through the cracks in the roof of the car, slanting on her face.

Honestly, it's a beautiful face.

This face is even more beautiful than Ding Yuehua's, so beautiful that there is almost no flaw.

However, why does he still think of Ding Yuehua every time he sees this face?

Li Cunxiao suddenly patted the shoulder of the eldest grandson Wujian, as if he was talking to her, and as if he was talking to himself, and said: If you are tired, just sleep well, anyway, the road is still far away.

Then, the driver who was driving the car in front of him whipped hard and crackled...... The crisp whip sound is particularly loud in the dry air of late autumn.

Although the car was broken, and the horse was thin, the coachman who drove the car for them was not broken at all, and he was not thin at all.

This is a well-dressed son of a family, although there is endless pride in his words and deeds, but when he drives the car for them, there is endless respect on his face.

Such a broken car, such a thin horse, but why do you want to find such a chauffeur who is proud and has the temper of some children of the family?

Who is this coachman?

Why did he willingly drive the car for Li Cunxiao?

What is his purpose?

This question is probably only known to them, but each of them is reluctant to say it, and the one who rides the car seems to have fallen asleep, and the one who drives the car seems to be about to fall asleep.

The broken car, the thin horse, walked slowly, and the coachman who looked like a prince of the family seemed to be tired, and he lowered his head all the way, and only occasionally raised his whip to whip it.

The thin horse was in pain, and accelerated suddenly, and the broken car jolted even more, raising a large burst of sand and dust, covering the whole late autumn color.

When the dust kicked up under the wheels becomes smaller and smaller, the storm is coming.

It's a small town in the storm.

Although it is not a big town in the turmoil, it is definitely the most prosperous place within a radius of hundreds of miles in this remote place full of desolation.

Today is September 15th.

September 15 is a special day for the storm, because it is a market in the storm, and it is also a traditional temple fair once a year in the storm.

What's more, this day is also the big day of the richest man in the town, Fengfu, the only son of the old man of Fengfu Fengcui Mountain Feng wants to marry a daughter-in-law on this day.

Feng Cuishan, the old man of Feng, announced the news a month ago that on the day of his son's marriage on September 15, all the villagers within a radius of dozens of miles, whether they knew or did not know, could come to Fengfu to receive twenty white-flour steamed buns and one pound of soju.

This is because his son has just turned 20 years old this year, so he decided to give everyone 20 white-flour steamed buns to congratulate his son on his peace and security in this 20-year-old year, as white and fat as steamed buns.

As for the meaning of that pound of soju, it means that his son will be like soju in the next year, full of stamina, vigorous, and soaring into the sky.

His son was called Feng Yifei.

As soon as the notice was posted, those outsiders were a little confused, and even a little confused, not knowing what was wrong with this old man.

Of course, this is not to say that they are not happy to let them receive twenty white flour steamed buns and a pound of soju for free, but they feel incredible.

They always feel that on the big day of your Fengfu, it may be reasonable to give out 20 white-flour steamed buns and a pound of soju to your relatives and friends for free.

However, it is a bit strange that you give out steamed buns and soju to everyone who comes to the temple fair.

They even wondered if the groom was an idiot and had finally married a daughter-in-law, so the whole town should follow them to celebrate?

Otherwise, taking a daughter-in-law wouldn't be so ruined.