: Heartless Willow (1)

Yun Qingyue nodded, "Got it!"
Out of Silver Moon City, the next city is Purple Moon City.
Yun Qianyue rode on the snow while admiring the roadside scenery while walking slowly. It was more than a few times slower than yesterday's path. A good horse traveling thousands of miles on a snowy day rides under her. It can be said that it hasn't walked fast.
Why did Uncle Nanjiang follow her? She still doesn't know it now, but she knows that if he returned to Beijing because of the matter of the King of South Xinjiang, he should be in a hurry now that the King of South Xinjiang is right. She is now walking slowly, if not with him She has a lot to do with it, and he should overtake her no longer behind her. If she slows down like this and he is not overtaking, it means that she thinks that he is more important than the king of South Xinjiang, so she has to weigh this South Xinjiang uncle carefully.
He walked at sunrise, ten o'clock at noon, and Yun Qiangyue only walked out fifty miles. The uncle of South Xinjiang followed him all the time.
Fifty miles away is a big mountain. There are several farm houses under the mountain. At this time, the cooking smoke rises, apparently cooking. Yun Qianyue looked at the sky, turned over and dismounted, led the horse to the door of a farmhouse near the road, released Ma rein, and she stepped forward to knock on the door.
Not long after, the wooden door creaked open from the inside and greeted an old lady, looking at Yun Qianyue and asking, "What's wrong with this girl?"
"This maid, I'm tired of walking. Can you borrow a break here? By the way, can I disturb a meal?" Yun Qianyue looked at the old woman with a smile and asked, took out a silver coin and stuffed it into the old woman's hand, "Just break Just one hour."
The old woman looked at Yin Liang, who was stuffed in her hand, and then looked at Yun Qianyue, Xu Yi, and looked around again. No one except Yun Qianyue, she pushed Yin Yin back into Yun Qianyue's hand. , Smiled and said: "The girl is tired and hungry and rests her feet. It's nothing. Mountain people, rough tea and light rice. You don't need so many silver coins. You don't have to give it. Come in and sit down!"
Yun Qianyue felt warm and pushed Yin Liang back into the old woman's hand. "You just keep it, otherwise I won't be pragmatic."
"But it's too much." The old lady didn't wave her hand.
"I go to Beijing to visit relatives, and I will pass by here when I come back. If you come again to disturb you, just keep it!" Yun Qianyue laughed.
The old woman saw Yun Qiangyue insisting on giving it, hesitated, and nodded happily, "The girl at first glance is a member of everyone's nobility, she is generous, please be inside!"
Yun Qianyue smiled and walked inside.
This small yard is three wooden houses, looks a bit old, a pile of dry wood piled in the yard. The old woman led Yun Qianyue into the house and said to her: "The old man and son of my family went to the mountain to cut wood. We live on selling wood and sell the dry wood to the wealthy people in Yinyue City. They get some silver twice. The girl gave me two silver coins for my old man and son to cut a year of firewood! There is nothing else to eat at home. I have a few chickens. Let me kill a stew for the girl."
"Auntie doesn't have to be so troublesome, it's good to have thick tea and light rice!" Yun Qianyue shook her head, thinking that it was fifty miles away from Yinyue City, and it took one day to sell firewood back and forth! The rich get into gold every day, the poor people get into silver every day, the gap is huge. However, this gap exists both in ancient and modern times.
"No trouble, my stewed chicken is fragrant. Girl go into the house and rest. I will take some grass for my donkey and feed it to the good horse outside you. I will cook the chicken for you later." Auntie repeatedly said.
Seeing her enthusiasm, Yun Qianyue was about to take her so much silver and couldn't get through it. If she had to make a delicious meal for her, she no longer refused and nodded with a smile, "Okay!"
The old woman invited her into the middle house, poured her a glass of white water, and hurried out.
The furnishings in the house are simple, with an ondol, a wooden table, a few chairs, and a wardrobe.
Yun Qianyue sat at the window-side table and looked out of the window. I saw the old woman carrying a bunch of hay out of the yard. The door was open. After she put the hay down, she could see Taxue eating happily, and she came back , Close the door, and walk towards the coop. Not long after I heard a chirping sound from the chicken coop, Xu Yu, she grabbed a very fat chicken, tied the legs of the chicken with a grass rope and threw it on the ground, then went to the kitchen to get a knife. The knife cut the chicken's neck, and the fat chicken bounced twice. She put the chicken down, took the hot water from the pot and poured it into the iron basin, threw the slaughtered chicken into it, and then began to pluck the chicken feathers with the hot water.
Yun Qingyue watched the old woman working alone in the yard, the cold wind blowing, and the water in the basin in front of her was boiling hot, blowing steaming heat, she was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and she was doing very hard, no I also hummed the folk song for a long time, obviously in a good mood.
Yun Qingyue couldn't help smiling, such a quiet life, no conspiracy, tricks, swordsmanship, ordinary and plain, even poorer, rough tea, rice, husband, son, the most common happiness, she has always been, whether it is Past life, or this life, are all unreachable lives.
After the chicken feathers were cleaned, the old woman stood up and walked to the kitchen with the chicken.
Yun Qianyue withdrew his eyes and took a sip of water from the glass. Although it is white water, it is very sweet. She lowered her head and looked at the water in the glass. It was clear and clean, and there was no trace of impurities. She looked at it and suddenly had the idea of ​​writing to Rong Jing. So he put down the cup, took the portable pen and ink from the package, spread it on the table, and raised the pen to write.
The specially-made quill pen is soft and the characters are beautiful.
Yun Qianyue first mentioned the uncle of South Xinjiang. Although she knew that some people had passed the uncle's story about flying uncles to Tianshengjingcheng, she still briefly stated the incident with her again. Then she said To this wild man's house. Speaking of the old woman, of the chicken that was killed, of a glass of white water, and of her mood at the moment, she wrote only two pages before breaking up the letter paper.
Yun Qianyue put away the pen and ink and put it in the package, looking out the window. The old woman was busy working in the kitchen. She could not see the figure. He only heard the sound of ding ding dong, apparently making chicken stew. She shouted, "Mo Ju can be there?"
"Miss Huiqianyue, the subordinate is there." Mo Ju answered.
"Letter to your son!" Yun Qingyue threw the stationery out of the window, "Next!"
A black shadow appeared in the courtyard, and the letter paper disappeared in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, even the wind silk did not start, Mo Ju's voice passed from outside the courtyard into the secret, "The subordinate will pass it to the son. Go to the capital."