Chapter 227: Seeing Someone Off
Leaving Jingzhou, the landscape gradually became desolate, and the original grasslands turned into a vast expanse of golden yellow.
The different seasons on the prairie are like a canvas with different background colors; it is very beautiful.
Early winter is yellow.
The grass has all flattened out, like a prairie lying down.
If you pull apart the withered yellow on the surface, you might occasionally find a bit of green hidden inside.
But for the most part, it is all yellow.
They set up camp on the prairie for the night.
Jiang Mianmian slept in the carriage.
The carriage had been made quite comfortable; the cushions and such inside were all laid out layer by layer according to her requirements, and it even had shock absorption, though it couldn’t be made too large because the road conditions along the way were not necessarily good.
The carriage itself was also quite windproof. In fact, many daily necessities in ancient times were already very practical and quite good.
Moreover, they were all handmade; if they were in the modern era, they would probably sell for a very high price.
It is said that Rolls-Royces are handmade.
The carriage Mianmian was riding in now was also handmade.
Part of the way to the capital was on the imperial road, which was relatively easy to travel, but a large portion was quite rugged.
There were far fewer mosquitoes and insects in the winter.
However, travel would be a bit more difficult.
If they delayed any further and encountered ice and snow, the distance they could travel in a day would be shortened.
The journey was also not peaceful; there were mountain bandits, highwaymen, and wild beasts.
For Mianmian, it was just like a long-distance trip, and one with a sense of security, as they had a caravan and many, many people.
It could be considered a well-equipped and strong force.
Pang Ya and Wei Biao were specifically responsible for her; if anything came up along the way, she just needed to call them to take care of it.
Apart from the poor basic conditions, she was actually living quite well, with someone to attend to her every need.
Sometimes Mianmian worried that she would become very fat.
Because basically, except for going to the bathroom, she could have someone attend to everything else for her.
Someone could handle feeding, dressing, and bathing for her.
After she grew up a little bit, she started bathing herself, at most sometimes asking Pang Ya to help massage her back.
On the road, bathing and such were quite inconvenient.
At the very least, they had to reach a county town.
Staying at small villages they encountered along the way might not even be as comfortable or clean as the carriage.
It was more like a backpacking trip; it was a bit arduous.
Early in the morning, Mianmian felt a bit cold and was frozen awake.
She turned over and felt around, but the heat source, Pang Ya, was gone. No wonder she kept getting colder as she slept; she was even shivering.
Little Tree was fine in every way, except its body temperature was a bit constant; it couldn’t provide warmth in winter or coolness in summer.
In winter, it was an icy, cold-blooded ant.
However, its back was very shiny and glossy; it must have been from being stroked by Mianmian.
It was bright outside, and the inside of the carriage was also bright.
She was wearing her pajamas and wrapped in a thick quilt; she lifted the carriage curtain and poked her head out to look outside.
It was very bright, exceptionally bright.
For a moment, it was as if she saw the entire prairie covered in jewels.
Jiang Mianmian closed her eyes and opened them again, only to discover that they weren’t jewels, but icicles.
In the prairie, densely packed icicles were glittering under the morning sun.
If it were just one or two, or even ten, they wouldn’t have this effect.
This was an endless prairie, like a world of icicles, sparkling and shimmering, possessing an extraordinarily unique beauty.
It was like an ice-sealed fairyland, vast and dazzling.
Seeing that Mianmian had woken up, Pang Ya got into the carriage to help her get dressed.
Mianmian put on her base layer clothes and pants, thermal underwear; she had requested them to be made. Anyway, since she wore a long robe on the outside, it covered them up, so the pants couldn’t be seen. When traveling, she always felt something was wrong if her legs felt empty, so thermal pants were a must.
After getting dressed, she wrapped herself in a thick robe, put on her rabbit-ear hat, and added a fur cape. She looked like a lively rabbit as she hopped off the carriage.
Then, Jiang Mianmian excitedly jumped onto the grassland, hearing the crunching sound of the icicles breaking under her feet, as if she were waking up a dreamlike world.
Over there, Jiang Changtian watched his daughter, who had jumped onto the grassland to step on ice cubes the moment she woke up, with a smile on his face.
He also couldn’t help but curl the corners of his lips upward.
He liked his little daughter’s personality. Mianmian loved everything beautiful, and Mianmian was good at discovering every beautiful aspect of things.
While others complained about the freezing cold, she would say, “This ice is so beautiful, and this sound is so pleasant to hear.”
Pride hung from the corners of Jiang Changtian’s mouth and eyes.
Then, Qin Luoxia came riding back from the distance, shattering the colorful world. In an instant, she picked up the rabbit-eared daughter who had been hopping around on the grassland and scooped her onto the horse’s back.
“Aren’t your feet cold? You stepped into the grass the moment you got up. In a while, your feet will be soaked, and you’ll catch a cold; then you’ll be the one suffering.”
From the moment Jiang Mianmian’s body was suspended in the air until she landed in Mother’s arms and heard Mother’s nagging, it all happened in an instant.
She wondered if the beautiful scenes in TV dramas where a young hero riding on horseback scoops the heroine onto the horse ever had any NGs; this move was truly very difficult.
Her feet were a little chilly, but when she was suspended in the air, her head felt even colder.
“Mother, my rabbit fur hat fell off.”
The hat immediately landed back on her head, but her hairstyle was messed up.
Then, along with the horse, she leaped over to Father.
Qin Luoxia first dropped her daughter down.
Jiang Changtian nervously reached out to catch her.
Jiang Mianmian was received into Father’s embrace, then slid down, feeling a bit embarrassed; after all, she wasn’t a three-year-old child anymore.
Qin Luoxia jumped off the horse, patted the horse’s back, and said, “Husband, there is a valley ahead. It feels wrong; it’s too quiet. I fear there might be an ambush.”
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