Chapter 1 Waiting for her for three years

The north wind blew like a knife, and a piece of thatch on the roof was blown away.

Li Qingxuan chased him a hundred feet away before carrying Mao Cao back.

His thin body was shivering in the cold wind.

After setting up the ladder and climbing to the roof with difficulty, and fixing the thatch, I saw that the sky was gloomy and snowflakes were already falling.

He hurriedly got into the house.

The fire was burning brightly in the house, which dispelled the chill from his body.

Li Qingxuan has spent three winters in this place.

He was not originally from this world. Three years ago, when he opened his eyes, he found that he had traveled through time.

It's not like in the novel, where you can control the wind and rain after time travel and become the protagonist of the world.

Li Qingxuan had nothing to eat or drink in this strange world, and he couldn't even see a soul.

He walked for a day and a night in the heavy snow with the howling north wind, and only gnawed a little hay bark. Finally, due to hunger and cold, he fainted in the snow. Fortunately, he was saved by a woman wearing a mask.

At that time, Li Qingxuan was infected with cold and lay in bed for a month, and the woman also took care of him for a month.

After a month of getting along, Li Qingxuan secretly fell in love with the woman.

But at this time the woman told him that she was disfigured as a child, so she wore a mask.

Everyone in the village disliked her, and she could only live alone in the wilderness.

But Li Qingxuan doesn't mind, he believes that the beauty of the soul is the real beauty.

So the two made a private decision for life.

Li Qingxuan chopped firewood and sold it in the city, while the woman weaved at home.

Although life is poor, it is also happy.

But the good times didn't last long. Half a year later, when Li Qingxuan came back from cutting firewood one day, he found that his wife was missing.

He searched everywhere possible but could not find his wife.

It has been three years. Li Qingxuan has lived in this small house for three years because he was afraid that his wife would not be able to find him when she came back one day.

From the cold of winter to the glory of summer, from the growth of spring to the withering of autumn.

The geese came and went, but there was never a trace of my wife.

"Huazhi, where have you been?"

Li Qingxuan looked at the wind and snow outside the window in a daze.

At this moment, the sound of horses suddenly came from outside.

Li Qingxuan pushed the door of the wooden house open a gap and looked out.

I saw a row of soldiers wearing white robes and armor, surrounding the wooden house where he was.

Among those people, a woman wearing a white cloak stood in the wind and snow, quietly looking at the house where Li Qingxuan was.

At this moment, Li Qingxuan was in a trance, as if he saw his wife's figure.

But then he hurriedly shook his head, wondering how his wife could be so beautiful.

Moreover, this woman's identity was unusual at first glance.

"With white armor and white robes, could he be the world-famous Snow Dragon Rider?"

"But isn't that the imperial army's imperial army? How could it appear in a place like this?"

Just when Li Qingxuan was doubtful, he saw the beautiful woman in a big cloak dismounting from her horse, and then walking towards the house step by step.

The howling north wind blew on her body, causing her hair to fly, leaving a series of shallow footprints wherever she walked.

"Is she going to come into the house?"

Li Qingxuan felt a little wary.

Just as he was about to speak, the other party had already spoken first.

"Are you the owner of this house?"

The crisp voice actually made Li Qingxuan feel a little dazed again.

But compared to his wife, the other party's voice was a bit colder.

My wife has always been very gentle.

"My majesty...Miss, what do you want me to ask you?"

A young soldier said loudly to Li Qingxuan.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was glared at by the woman in white robe.

A look of panic suddenly appeared on the man's face.

"It's cold outside. I'm passing by here on the march. I wonder if I can go inside to warm up?"

The woman spoke again.

"come in."

Li Qingxuan then opened the door completely and welcomed the woman in.

The general next to him was about to follow.

"Just wait outside."

The woman said calmly.

"But..."

The general was obviously worried.

"What, what I said doesn't work?"

The woman's voice was a little more stern.

"My subordinates dare not."

The general quickly stepped aside.

"There is no human habitation in these barren mountains and ridges for more than ten miles. How can you live here alone?"

The woman looked at the furnishings in the room.

"It's to wait for my wife to come back. She disappeared suddenly three years ago. I don't dare to move away from here, for fear that she won't find a home when she comes back."

After the words fell, the woman's expression became a little strange.

"Your wife must be beautiful, right?"

The woman asked pretending to be casual.

Li Qingxuan nodded: "Yes, in my heart, she is the most beautiful woman in the world, like a fairy."

"If, and I mean if, if your wife is no longer alive..."

Li Qingxuan's face showed a bit of bitterness.

"It's been three years. How could I not have thought about this possibility? But no matter what, I will stay here and wait."

"I have no other relatives in this world, she is everything in my life."

"this..."

The woman's expression froze slightly, obviously she did not expect such an answer.

"You are infatuated."

The woman turned her back to Li Qingxuan, biting her lips, her eyes already filled with mist.

This stunning woman, who is like a fairy, is actually Li Qingxuan's wife Huazhi.

She lied to Li Qingxuan from the beginning.

She is not an ordinary woman, she is the little princess of the Great Xia Empire. She was framed and disfigured, so she could only escape to this wilderness to hide.

Three years ago, Daxia's Tianyi Guards found her and brought her back to the palace.

The Imperial Preceptor used ancient secret techniques to restore her beauty, and two years later, after the emperor's death, she successfully ascended the throne and became the only female emperor in the three hundred years since the founding of Daxia.

Although Huazhi had just returned to the palace and resumed her status as a princess, there were many factions in the court. Huazhi had been suppressing her longing and never came to see Li Qingxuan.

It wasn't until one year after she ascended the throne that she completely eliminated Chao Gang, and then she dared to return in an upright and fair manner.

It's just that she originally thought that Li Qingxuan had been gone for a long time, but she didn't expect that Li Qingxuan was so infatuated that he had been waiting here for three years.

She calmed down and looked around the room, which was almost exactly the same as when she left three years ago.

It's just that there seems to be some extra pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the case.

She remembered that Li Qingxuan did not have these hobbies three years ago.

"Actually, I have always been good at drawing, but when I was with my wife, I was too poor to buy paper."

"After she disappeared, missing her became the most important thing to me."

"I saved all my money and used it to buy paper."

Huazhi took off the ruler pressed on the paper and saw a lifelike portrait popping up on the paper.

The woman was wearing a mask, and her eyes were full of affection.

The paintings were opened one by one, and the woman on each page had her own look. The only thing that remained unchanged was her gentle, watery eyes.

"After my wife disappeared, painting was the only way I could express my thoughts."

"I paint one painting every day for three years, and I have painted 1,239 paintings."

"Every time I see her on the drawing paper, I feel like she has always been by my side."

Huazhi's jade hands trembled slightly, and her eyes turned red.

After finally calming down, he turned around and saw that the back of Li Qingxuan's hand was covered with cracks.

Those hands looked like those of an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"your hands..."

Huazhi was about to speak but stopped.

Li Qingxuan smiled nonchalantly and said: "The weather here is cold, and the paper for painting is very expensive, so in order to buy more pens, inks, paper and inkstones, I have to go up the mountain to cut firewood in exchange for money even in the coldest weather. Over time, my hands Just got frostbite."

"It's okay. When spring comes, it will be fine again."

"How I hope that one day she can stand in front of me alive instead of in the painting."

Huazhi bit her lip and looked at Li Qingxuan with eyes like autumn water.

"I actually know there is information about your wife."

"real?"

Li Qingxuan's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and his expression became excited.

"Tell me quickly, where is she?"