[Qing Chuan] No pet little promise

Yang Ying, who was in Liang's concubine's palace next to him, came over and said in a low voice: "I have heard another theory about the fourth elder brother. It may not be because of the fiancée, but because of the bewitched. You don't know, my housewife Fan'er, the maid in Lisao, made good friends with the little eunuch in the imperial garden. They said that in the past few months, the fourth elder brother often went to that river and stayed for half a day."

Wei Rong's heart trembled, "Which river is that?"

"It's the one on the east side of the Hall of Supreme Harmony." Yang promised to reply.

Wei Rong groaned in her heart, no way, the fourth elder brother should have given up after seeing no one for a few times, why go to the river to report every day?And fell into the water to die for love...

Could it be that she would come out to save him the second time he fell into the water?

The dignified fourth elder brother, the future Emperor Yongzheng, shouldn't be so stupid... right?This is the coldest winter, if you jump into the river, you will lose half your life if you don't die!

My heart was in a mess, and Wei Rong had no intention of drinking, so she found an excuse and left the banquet.

She walked out of the side hall, and unconsciously turned towards the small river to the east.

It was very cold, and with the snow these few days, the banks of the river were covered with thick snow.Stepping on the bottom of the flower pot, it creaked, which was very clear in the silent night.

There was no one by the river, and of course there was no one in such weather.After that fell into the water, he must have suffered a serious illness.I don't know what's going on now.

Then he thought again, he is a dignified prince, he is still the son of a favorite concubine, does he need a small promise to remember him?

She walked along the river bank and onto the arched bridge with a gazebo in the center.It is said to be a gazebo, but its shape is actually more similar to an independent room. There are gates on both sides of the bridge, and the windows on all sides are hung with curtains to avoid the wind.There are also tables, chairs and benches in the gazebo.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, someone fell into the water from here.

It is strange to say that a dignified prince of his was pushed into the water, and then the palace did not conduct a search, and passed away quietly.And his two fiancées who died young...

Wei Rong couldn't tell what was wrong.

Sitting in the gazebo, she watched a lot of snow piled up on the wide railing.She raised her hand to gather the snow into a ball.

First, I played on the sand table for a while, and then I built a snowman.

The snowman is more than one foot tall, with only a chest and a big head.

She pulled out the hairpin from her head. In her previous life, she had learned sculpting. After carefully sculpting that face a few times, a young boy with pursed lips appeared.

It's kind of like him.

She took out the silk handkerchief from her bosom again, folded a small hat, and put it on the snowman's head.

Looking at it this way, it's even more ridiculous.Especially with that cold and serious face, the smile is full of fruit.

Wei Rong couldn't help laughing out loud, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind.

She turned around and looked, and it turned out to be Song Qing'er.

"Sister Wei, you actually made a snowman here to play. You really thought it was just like what they said, the river is haunted." Song Qing'er laughed.

After Wei Rong left, Song Qing'er talked about the fourth elder brother with several concubines, and became more curious, so she took advantage of changing clothes to come over to see and see, but she didn't expect that there were people on the bridge.

Looking at it from a distance, I was startled.Approaching boldly, only to find that it was Wei Rong.

Her gaze fell on the snowman that Wei Rong had just built, and she exclaimed, "Sister Wei, the snowman you made looks like a real person!"

Wei Rongdui's snowman used the technique of later sculptures, which is indeed more realistic.

Song Qing'er looked left and right, "God, I've never seen this kind of snowman before."

Wei Rong covered her mouth with a smile and said, "It sounds like you have seen many snowmen."

Song Qing'er said awkwardly: "Yes, it rarely snowed in the south before. By the way, sister Wei, you are also from the south, why are you so good at making snowmen?"

"I used to like to play with sand." Wei Rong said nonsense.

Song Qing'er had no doubts about him, "So powerful! You can teach me."

While talking, a cloud of snow came out beside him.

Wei Rong had no choice but to learn this kind of sculpture technique in a day or two.

But still gave a few pointers.

Unexpectedly, Song Qing'er studied very seriously.

Then he pulled out the hairpin from his hair and carefully sculpted his eyebrows and eyes.But the final result was not satisfactory, with crooked mouth and squinting eyes, like a fool.

But with a little force, the nose fell off, and a large piece was sunken in.

Song Qing'er was discouraged for a while, and raised her hand to break up her half-finished snowman.

"It's too ugly, you don't deserve to stay!"

Wei Rong smiled and said, "This has to be done slowly. I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to give advice to Song Qing'er, she also slightly adjusted the appearance of her work by the way.

It was impossible for Song Qinger to meet Yinzhen, but she felt a little awkward in her heart. This little snowman entrusted her with some kind of secret fate, and she didn't want to be seen by anyone.

Song Qing'er accidentally glanced at her final work, and suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Hey, sister Wei, you snowman, you look so familiar, like... Your Majesty."

"Ah?" Wei Rong lowered her head to take a closer look, not to mention, she really looks a bit like Kangxi.

Originally, Yinzhen's appearance was similar to Kangxi's, but it was more refined with the beauty of Concubine De.I adjusted it just now, and it really looks like Kangxi.

Song Qing'er giggled, "My sister must also be yearning for the emperor day and night, which is why she made this masterpiece."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wei Rong laughed and scolded, while pinching her mouth.

Song Qing'er smiled and evaded her clutches, "I think my sister has something to do because of her thoughts."

The two were laughing, but the movement was too big, Wei Rong accidentally threw the hairpin that was used as a tool in his hand.

The hairpin flew over the bridge, drew an arc in the night, and landed on the river below.

The river was frozen, and the top was covered with snow, but the hairpin didn't sink, and fell on the snow, with a few broken sapphires shining brightly on it.

The hairpin used for the New Year's Eve dinner is the most respectable one in Wei Rong's jewelry box, and it must not be lost.

Song Qing'er yelled, "I have to find someone to come get it quickly."

"You don't need to look for someone, I'll just go down and get it back." Wei Rong visually checked where the hairpin fell. It was on the bank of the river with a thick layer of ice underneath, so it was not difficult.

She immediately got off the bridge with the hem of her skirt.

Song Qing'er watched her disappear, only a faint shadow could be seen on the river bank.

She looked away, wanting to try building a snowman again.

Before doing it, she stood in front of Wei Rong's work and carefully gestured with the hairpin. How can it be so delicate?

While gesturing, a voice suddenly sounded from behind: "What are you doing here?"

Song Qing'er was startled, turned her head to look, and suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Emperor... Your Majesty!"