Quick wear: the beauty of flirting is forced to have deep difficulties

Qin Muxu heard the sound and looked back, only to see Rong Jin standing in the courtyard.

He was wearing a black straight court dress, with a gold silk spider-pattern belt of the same color tied around his waist, and his black hair was tied up with a crown inlaid with jade.

The slender body is straight and straight, and the whole person is full of innate nobility.

Rong Jin came to Qin Muxu, and I don't know when it snowed again, and snowflakes fell on Rong Jin's shoulders and hair.

"Husband" Qin Muxu ran to Rong Jin with her skirt in hand.

"Husband, it's snowing, and the plum blossoms are blooming. I really miss my husband~" Qin Muxu hugged Rong Jin and rubbed against him in his arms.

"Mumu" Rong Jin fondly brushed the snow from Qin Muxu's hair.

Qin Muxu raised his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, facing Rong Jin, all kinds of tenderness flooded into his heart.

Rong Jin bowed his head and kissed Qin Muxu, holding Qin Mu's waist with his big hands, tightly imprisoning her.

The two kissed in the snow, and Gu Qingcheng, who was behind him, froze in place, under the snow-white dress, holding the handkerchief tightly with both hands.

"Brother Rong Jin, Miss Qin" interrupted inappropriately.

Qin Muxu and Rong Jin were both displeased and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Rong Jin put on Qin Muxu the cape handed over by Hua'er.

Gu Qingcheng gritted his teeth and took a step forward.

"Also, just call me the lord, and treat Mumu, who respectfully call this king, as the princess."

Without waiting for Gu Qingcheng to speak, Rong Jin's tone was cold, and he pulled Qin Muxu into the room.

Gu Qingcheng followed.

"What's wrong with Miss Gu?" Qin Muxu was puzzled, why did Gu Qingcheng follow him eagerly.

"...The princess arranged very well. Qingcheng has nothing to complain about. I'm here to thank the prince and princess."

Having said that, Gu Qingcheng's eyes never left Rong Jin.

Gu Qingcheng's birth is also very good, as delicate as Liu Fufeng, plus he likes to wear white clothes, he considers himself aloof, and is famous in Suzhou.

Now that she looks so cute, I really feel pity for it.

Qin Muxu didn't care, "That's fine, if you need anything, just say it. Don't be so polite."

Rong Jin had been sitting next to Qin Muxu and picked up the ledger Qin Muxu was looking at today.

"What do you think, my lord?"

"Well, the princess will arrange it."

Rong Jin didn't even give Gu Qingcheng a glance, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

In the end, Gu Qingcheng left wisely.

Rong Jin asked someone to send the official document to Mingyueyuan, while Qin Muxu was holding Mrs. Tang to read the script.

This year's winter is much colder than in previous years, the autumn harvest is not good, and a large number of famine victims have gathered outside the capital.

Rong Jin was ordered to deal with this matter, and Qin Muxu came over at some point.

Rong Jin raised his head and almost kissed her small mouth, "Your Highness, are you dealing with the hungry people?"

"Well, Mumu doesn't read the script?"

"Have you thought of a countermeasure, husband?"

"It should have been the national treasury to distribute food and disaster relief, but the war in Mobei left the national treasury empty, and it was not a long-term solution."

"There are hundreds of thousands of powerful and fertile fields in Beijing, and rice grains are naturally no problem, why not?"

"I also know what Mumu thinks. The difficulty is how to get them to take out the rice."

"I have a solution for this." Qin Muxu was already sitting on the desk.

"Oh? Let's hear it?" Rong Jin's eyes darkened, the bookcase was a good place.

"The day after tomorrow, when you will enjoy a plum banquet in Beijing in winter, the queen sent me a message, and the ladies and ladies in Beijing will get together..."

After listening patiently to Qin Muxu's little plan, Rong Jin grabbed Qin Muxu's ankle, "Mumu, it's time to rest."

Qin Muxu: "..."

"No, don't be here!" Qin Muxu exclaimed...