Tell me, who is the child?

Xia Zhao is dressed in a red brocade robe and a golden crown on his head, like a famous peony that has just bloomed, with a noble air and shining brilliance.Seeing Han Mengliu stepping into the pavilion with snowdrops on her hair and eyelashes, she couldn't help smiling when she slapped her hand gently so that people couldn't move their eyes.

Han Mengliu saw that although Xia Zhao's back was straight, his cheeks, ears, and fingers were all blue and white, and he must have been very cold. As a prince, it must be the first time he met people alone in the snowy wasteland, and he didn't want to wear bloated clothes. Lost grace.

Young people always save face.

I wanted to ask him to talk in the car, but after a second thought, I decided to forget it - one is to pierce his mind, and make the little prince show weakness, which is not good; It's popular.

After thinking back and forth, there was a moment of silence, and Xia Zhao took it upon himself to regard it as an emotional rush after a short separation, but stopped staring at each other.

"Are you... in good health?"

Han Mengliu smiled and bowed, "Thank you for His Highness the Crown Prince's care, and also thank you for the imperial physician left behind by His Highness. The imperial physician should have reported to Your Highness, and the grass people are already recovered."

"Well, yes." Xia Zhaolu looked slightly sad, "I originally wanted to bring the child to show you, but the imperial doctor said that it's been cold recently, so don't bother if you can." She couldn't help but took a step forward.

Han Mengliu stood still, "These things, His Highness the Crown Prince will decide."

Xia Zhao forced a smile.

If Han Mengliu didn't speak, what else could he say?

As long as he wants to do it, he can do it, as long as he likes it, he can get it. For 20 years, he had no doubts about this, but Han Mengliu gently woke him up when he fell into a dream.

Like a frog jumping out of the mouth of a well, he suddenly realizes that the world is boundless and frighteningly large.

He finally understood that it was only because of Han Mengliu's intention, otherwise he would not be able to make him obey.

"The grass people thought that His Highness came here to talk about the last thing that the grass people should do." Han Mengliu looked at Xia Zhao, his eyes seemed darker than those he saw last year.

"I haven't thought about that matter yet." Xia Zhao laughed at himself, "Probably because there is only one thing, it's a dilemma."

"It's okay, His Royal Highness can think slowly." Han Mengliu raised his eyes, and a drop of ice and snow fell down.

Xia Zhao didn't know how to respond, so he just stood there.I think it's good to just watch him quietly like this.

After a long silence, Han Mengliu sighed inaudibly: "In the past, we used to see off or break willows, drink wine, or sing songs. Now there is no wine and no willows, and the grassroots dare not let His Highness compose poems and sing songs. There is a piano in the car, why don't you just use it?" It’s up to the grass folk to play a song, so please make sense.” Turning around and leaving the pavilion into the snow, Xia Zhao followed, and two figures, one plain and one red, dragged two long lines of footprints in the white snow.

Xia Zhao stopped a few steps away from the carriage, watched Han Mengliu talk to the driver, and then got into the carriage.

There were rustling sounds in the car, and then the simple and low-pitched melody came, and it went back and forth in the empty world, as if telling an unforgettable story.

The carriage started slowly, and the sound of the piano gradually became blurred in the wind and snow.

Xia Zhao closed his eyes and raised his head. Large flakes of snow fell on his face, turning into clear water droplets.The carriage in front of him was like ink, and the only thing left in his ears was the sound of the wind. What couldn't get rid of in his head was the qin music that he had just heard for the first time and could never forget.

Although his body was cold, there was a place in his heart that burned like his red dress.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the business is extremely busy. Li Yi wakes up early in the morning and becomes dizzy. When she is finally free, it is already New Year's Eve.

The streets and alleys are decorated with lights and festoons, and family members and pedestrians put on new clothes. Whether they are familiar or not, they will say a few greetings and say a few auspicious words when they meet.

The lively atmosphere made people feel oppressed, so Li Yi went back to her room, poured a pot of tea, and lay down on the bed looking for peace.

Away from the din of people, the irritability gradually dissipated, but the emptiness in the bottom of my heart sprouted and gradually gained the upper hand.He clasped his hands behind his head and thought carefully: He used to be happy during the Chinese New Year, why is he inexplicably powerless today?

Is it because this is the first year after reaching the crown, I can't help but become serious?Or is it because of the formal operation of the business this year that he has to become mature?Or because many things have happened this year, you have become more cautious?Or maybe it's because... I'm going to be a father soon, so I can't be like a child anymore?

Suddenly, Juniper appeared in front of his eyes with his belly puffed out.

Li Yi knocked her head vigorously, sat up and drank a few more cups of tea: New Year's Eve, thinking about something.

The maid outside the door called him, and he answered, straightened his clothes and face, and went to the front hall.

The Li family's New Year's Eve dinner had more than a dozen tables, and Heng Qingyuan's left-behind managers were all there, and everyone gathered to exchange cups and drinks.

Li Yi rewarded everyone with wine, walking down the circle, already three points dizzy and one point drunk.After drinking a cup of hangover tea and eating a few mouthfuls of vegetables, I couldn't help feeling a little itchy when I heard the rumbling sound of firecrackers outside.

Watching the others accidentally touch the door, a firework exploded in the sky, dyed a red light, and turned into stars and scattered in front of my eyes.

Li Yi's heart moved, and she walked towards the direction of the fireworks.

There is a curfew on New Year's Eve, and the streets are full of lights and bustling.There was a strong fragrance from the stalls selling snacks, and the shops selling small things flashed with splendor, children were chasing after each other, and adults were laughing and laughing.

Walking up the bridge, Li Yi squeezed between the candied haws stalls and the paper kite stalls, looking at the colorful colors rippling in the flowing water under the bridge.

A figure appeared on the edge of the water waves, the moon-white robe swayed in the waves, the familiar face was sometimes distorted, and sometimes his original face was reflected when the water waves were still.

Plain and calm, like pears and osmanthus.

A pair of star-like eyes were embedded in the white and tender face, and she was looking around full of expectation, cautious and restrained in her eager joy.

Hey, don't you wanton indulgence even during the Chinese New Year?

Li Yi raised her eyes from the river to look for the owner of the reflection—on the street by the river, the juniper wind in the sea of ​​people was wrapped in a moon-white fox fur, wearing a small jade-colored crown, walking slowly, with her arms folded Under the front fox fur, it seemed to be covering and protecting something.

Speaking of which, there are not many chances to watch Juniper wind quietly from afar, and stay out of the way. Looking and watching, he couldn't help but read in his heart: When Tumu Gong doesn't talk, especially when he doesn't talk to himself At that time, it was actually quite good.

There was a loud noise in the sky, and everyone raised their heads. Huge fireworks rose to the sky in various colors, red, green, blue, and purple. They exploded more and more, and everyone cheered again and again.

"It's the - year - la!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and then shouted one after another, and there was applause again, one after another.Juniper Feng joined the crowd, clapping his hands and holding his head up, showing a silly smile at the fireworks.

Li Yi was still looking at him, that pear-like osmanthus snow-white figure was finally dyed with warm and gorgeous colors.

The most grand and dazzling place of fireworks is naturally the imperial palace.

The emperor and empress, the princes and princesses of all palaces gathered together, the clear waves of the royal water reflected the great rivers and mountains, and the jade plate and delicacies set off the abundance and happiness.Xia Zhao was seated as the chief on the right side, surrounded by royal family and nobles, palace servants and maidservants.Just like the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, his words and deeds are worthy of the word "Prince".

Just look behind occasionally, but don't see the former figure.

Thousands of miles away, Han Mengliu returned to the inn after finishing the sacrifice, opened the window of the bedroom on the second floor, held a glass of wine, and respected the starry night.

The sound of firecrackers is deafening, and the 25th year of Jianping has finally arrived.

The author has something to say: Update~ For those who celebrate the New Year, the fine son and the silly son can watch it. The little prince and Ah Meng can only temporarily separate from each other =) The next chapter will enter the chapter of the silly son giving birth to buns. Compared with Ah Meng’s dystocia, the silly son The son will definitely be born with unique characteristics (￣▽￣)