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In the twelfth lunar month of the 11th year of Tianchong, a maid hurriedly opened the door and walked into the house with an iron bucket in her hand. Seeing that Qi Qi on the recliner was the same as before leaving, she couldn't bear to complain: "I said, master, it's so cold in the house, you lie down like this." Beware of catching a cold."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, she just flipped through the books page by page. The maid pursed her mouth and said nothing more. She closed the door and walked to the stove to find that the charcoal fire inside was almost extinguished. She kicked her foot and wanted to say something again. Resisting not to say any more, I took a shovel and put some charcoal in the iron bucket into it, fiddled with it a few more times, and finally bursts of heat came out.

He fetched a hand warmer, put a few pieces of charcoal that had already burned red in it, and said while he was busy: "The servants of the Inner Palace Bureau really look down on people, and when they fetch some charcoal, they say that this month's quota has been used up." , Don’t you only give Sandou this winter out of intention to make things difficult for others, anyway, master, you are also the only princess in the dynasty, this is too bullying.”

After wrapping the hand warmer with a layer of cloth, it felt warm to the touch without being too hot, and then nodded with confidence and stuffed it into the arms of the man who had been lying there, and frowned again when he touched the man's cold fingers holding the book.Just as he was about to say something, the lying person finally raised his head and met those angry eyes with a smile, and said softly: "You girl is really getting more and more outspoken, I don't feel cold." Said I came here to pat the water droplets off the maidservant's shoulders, and noticed that the neckline was ripped and fluffed, "Shang'er, you have been walking outside, so you should wear more."

Hearing this sentence, the maid called Chang'er pursed her lips and laughed. Since she was sensible, she has followed Qi Yi. Although she is a princess, she never puts on airs. She always thinks that a princess should live a life of glory and wealth, but the truth is unexpected. It made her feel aggrieved by the coldness of the city, but Qi Bing didn't care about it. He held a book and read it all day long, sometimes sitting and sometimes lying on his side. The reading trembles slightly, the two red lips are turned up and tightened because of the stories in the book, and the light-colored outerwear is paired with fair skin all the year round, and the satin-like black hair is pouring out at will, making people think that it is a fairy who can't bear it. disturb.

Although I have always heard that the empress of the current dynasty is stunningly stunning, but in the eyes of Chang'er, the person in front of her is the most beautiful, and her eyes, nose, and mouth are indescribably comfortable.Once met Emperor Yongfeng in the palace by chance, just took a quick glance and immediately knelt down to look at the soil on the ground waiting for her to leave, but the unreal cold face and the emotionless tone when she left made Shang'er convinced, My master must be more beautiful, thinking of this, I started to feel aggrieved again.

"Your servant is in good health. It's snowing outside today, and it will probably be colder at night, so I'll add an extra bed quilt for you." After speaking, Chang'er walked into the inner room.

"Oh? It's snowing? No wonder it feels quieter than usual." Getting up and moving some stiff limbs, he went to the door and opened the door. The cold wind blew in wantonly through the crack of the door, blowing the room that had just warmed up once again. get cold.

The outside has been covered with a thin layer of white, and the roof cannot see its original color under the snow cover. Pieces of pure white snowflakes fall on the bare branches, and the sky is gray and endless. I can't help stepping out of the door and raising my hands to be in this wonderful scenery. Everything around me is so quiet, as if I am integrated with them.

Three steps and two steps towards the farther garden, Chang'er's shout came from behind, and the soles of the shoes creaked on the thin snow, making the sound behind him unclear. Behavior, is it only a definite decision or just a whim, and I also wonder if things will change if there is no such thing.

But, she knows, there is no if...

After walking for about half a cup of tea, there is a forest of wintersweet in front of me. I can smell the fragrance from a distance. When I walk in and smell it carefully, the fragrance is rich and nostalgic. The person's body was so light and fragrant many years ago the taste of.

He reached out and folded a branch, shook off the white snow on it, and said to himself: "This snow is really good. The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and next year should be a good year."

The plum blossom in my hand is at the best time to bloom. The snow-white and transparent white flowers are dipped in little drops of water that melted into the snow. The light yellow stamens spread out from the center and shake gently against the wind. .

Just now when I ran out like this, Chang'er must be annoyed again, so I can take this wintersweet as an apology, thinking of this makes me smile, and looking at the scenery in front of me, although it is beautiful but no one appreciates it, I suddenly feel a burst of heart Compassionate, standing intently, the sky and the earth are gray and white, the snow clouds in the sky are sometimes deep and shallow like surging waves, and the endless white is spliced ​​with gray and blue in the sky, mixed with the falling snow and blended into one color.

Stretched out his hand and rubbed between his brows, how could he be so pessimistic, but enjoying such a beautiful scenery alone is not a beautiful thing, his emotions moved with the scenery, he opened and closed his lips slowly, and whispered softly.

"Thousands of trees are about to break

solitary biochemical

like snow slanting wind

Lonely Xu Zixiang"

Although I have read a lot of books in my free time, I know that I don’t have the skills to write, sing, sing, ink and dance. I just feel that there are no people around and the scenery is beautiful, so I can’t help being jealous, and the beauty is not in vain.Just as he was thinking that it was almost time to go back, a voice sounded behind him.

"What a song about plum blossoms. Although thousands of trees are about to fall, it is actually sleeping waiting for the spring to bloom."

Turning around suddenly, there was a young girl standing ten steps away from her. Her bright eyes were cut, her eyebrows were drawn into her temples, and under her high nose bridge, her thin lips with sharp edges and corners were drawn into a straight line. She was wearing a black ermine fur coat. Snow fell on the lapels, and the black clothes in the cloak were exactly five-clawed golden dragons embroidered with gold thread. Dayu respected black, and there was only one person in the world who could wear pure black and embroidered five-clawed golden dragons.

"Your Majesty, Qi Ping, kowtows to His Majesty."

It was too late to be ashamed to be heard that poem, this is the first time in recent years that I have met Qi Xiao at such a close distance, the last time I saw her was a few days ago on her birthday, Qi Wei knelt down with a group of princes and ministers A piece to celebrate the New Year for her, but it was just watching from afar.

In fact, before I saw the five-clawed golden dragon, I recognized her a long time ago. She looks almost the same as Chu Xinzi, with slightly lighter eyes, but those thin lips are not like Chu Xinzi, Gu Yun, and thin. His lips are ruthless, which is in line with the emperor's temperament.

"Exemption."

He straightened up and found that the wintersweet in his hand was crushed out of shape due to the previous salute. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Then he thought that every plant and tree here belonged to the emperor. Feeling a headache.While thinking wildly, the voice of Chief Ouchi came from a distance.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body. It's so cold in the twelfth lunar month." The chief executive came with an oiled paper umbrella, followed by a group of court ladies and eunuchs.

"I'm a martial artist at any rate, so I'm not so easy to get sick." I wanted to enjoy the snow and the scenery but was disturbed by such a group of mighty people. Qi Xiao waved them back in displeasure. The person in front of him, his expression changed from startled to sad and then turned to worried again, he raised his eyebrows playfully and asked: "Princess Yihe is already in her prime, and she will be sixteen after the new year."

I don't know why he brought this up, but Qi Zhe didn't dare to be negligent and nodded, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty has turned [-] in July this year."

"Since it's the age of Ji, is there someone you like?"

This question made Qi Ping tense all over his body, clenched the plum branch in his hand, adjusted his breath secretly, and replied calmly: "Return to Your Majesty, not yet."

On the surface, his expression was normal but his heart was beating like a drum. Qi Ping vaguely guessed the topic after that and hoped that he was wrong, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Qi Xiao laughed lightly, took a step and stood with her hands behind her back and said, "That's good, I will give you a marriage, and the other party is the second prince of Beixun, okay?"

As if the air was sucked out in an instant, Qi Ping stood there in a daze, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow, regained the ability to breathe, and closed his eyes hard to prevent the hesitation in his eyes from falling into the other party. The outside wind and snow, but the freezing from the heart, both knees touched the ground, and the tip of the nose touched the snow on the ground with both hands on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Lord Ron."

Raising eyebrows, Qi Xiao looked at Qi Ping who was kneeling and worshiping at his feet, and took off the black cloak and put it on Qi Ping's shoulders: "It's so thin, my face is frozen like an eggplant."

After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the palace.

Only when he could no longer hear the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow, Qi Zhi raised his head. Even if there was no if, he would still think, what if...