Qu clear as promised

Liang Hui made Zhu Zhiyi a vivid little snow leopard, with its head held high, running, lifelike.

Zhu Zhiyi's eyes widened with some novelty, he couldn't figure it out, Liang Hui was obviously a nobleman, the Ninth Five-Year Master, how could there be so many of them, making snowmen, carving ice sculptures, and making ice lanterns.

That saber technique and brush strokes are quite familiar, Zhu Zhiyi has never forgotten, frowned, hesitated for a moment, and called Liang Hui: "Your Majesty."

"Huh?" Liang Hui was extremely focused on carving plum branches and pines and cypresses on the ice block, without looking up.

Zhu Zhiyi: "You didn't make that Hetian jade hairpin yourself, did you?"

Liang Hui paused for a moment, then suddenly grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and slammed it lightly on the back of his hand: "Well, yes, what's wrong?"

"..." Zhu Zhiyi felt that Liang Hui, who was holding a carving knife, was a bit different from the dignified and dignified emperor in ordinary times. The smiling face and youthful maturity under the warm surface faded away, and he was much happier and purer, "How does the emperor understand this? "

Liang Hui lowered his eyebrows and hooked his lips in self-deprecation. When he was in the cold palace, he was fined to sweep the snow in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. It's human ability to please the little prince for a living.

He didn't want to, didn't want to, and couldn't tell Zhu Zhiyi these things. Even if Zhu Zhiyi lost his power when he was young, he was still a talented and upstanding son, innocent and upright, with a jade spine.

He is not.

"If Qing Gui hasn't entered the palace, what do you want to do?" Liang Hui was skillful, and soon made a few ice and snow sculptures of peonies and put them in his palm.

Zhu Zhiyi didn't have such a relaxing moment in the past when she let her mind go. She lazily raised her eyelids and said to herself, don't you know.

He wants to enter the court and become an official, and he wants to have a book in the golden palace.

But Zhu Zhiyi couldn't say it, stroked the peony petals, and asked, "What about the emperor?"

Liang Hui carved a snow rabbit with his head down: "Are you asking the emperor or Liang Junting?"

"..." Zhu Zhiyi: "What's the difference?"

Liang Hui raised his eyelids to glance at him, and said lazily, "Of course it's different."

Zhu Zhiyi said, "Ask Liang Junting."

Liang Hui found a small fallen fruit seed in the snow, vermilion, embedded in the rabbit's eyes. He pointed to the snow sculpture: "Just make this."

"what?"

"Just be a craftsman." Liang Hui put the snow rabbit with two ears up in his palm, "My shop may open in the fence of Shili Chang Street, or it may open beside the gate of the palace city. Maybe someday If you go out in the Qing Dynasty, you will also see the gadgets I made, so you can take a few back home for the sake of your face."

Zhu Zhiyi tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, then shook her head, thinking it was impossible: "I never buy these."

Liang Hui said that's not necessarily the case, "You don't want to buy it just because the other people are not doing well enough, and it's not enough to make you fall in love."

If you come across what I make, you will buy it.

Zhu Zhiyi picked up the snow rabbit and looked at it for a moment, and said angrily, "What is this?" Why does this rabbit have a mole between its eyebrows?

"Isn't it good-looking?" Liang Hui touched the little rabbit's brows and eyes, like a jade Buddha, and said indifferently: "If Qinggui doesn't like it, throw it away."

"..." Zhu Zhiyi couldn't help being angry, the rabbit jumped over the wall in a hurry, by some strange coincidence, he grabbed a handful of snow and threw it on Liang Hui, almost on the neck.

For a moment, both of them were stunned.

Liang Hui's silver solitary fur scarf was all on Zhu Zhiyi's body, and his skin was piercingly cold. He parted his lips in surprise, as if he didn't expect that Zhu Zhiyi, who was always upright and serious, would make such a move. Zhu Zhiyi herself was also a little at a loss and surprised, how could she do such a rebellious thing, just about to apologize: "Uh, forgive me, Your Majesty—"

Liang Hui didn't let him finish, and quickly bent down to grab a handful of snow: "Is Qinggui ready?"

"Uh, it's not—" Zhu Zhiyi saw that the big thing was not good, so she quickly got up and ran away. Liang Hui was chasing after him with snow in her hands. Xue Flake, who was attacked by Liang Hui, laughed out of breath after being chased.

Liang Hui has never seen Zhu Zhiyi with such a wanton and bright smile, like the golden sun shining in winter, the ice and snow melt, it is a prosperous spring day.

Zhu Zhiyi would not give in to others even if he was having fun, so he hid in the cave in the rockery, while Liang Hui groped in the dim light: "Clear rules."

"come out."

Zhu Zhiyi had never played this game when she was a child, and was a little addicted. She was afraid that Liang Hui would find him, and also afraid that Liang Hui would not find him, her heart beat wildly, and she even used her internal strength to restrain her breath.

"Clean rules."

"I saw you."

Zhu Zhiyi secretly bent her lower lip while hiding.

When Liang Hui passed by, he swiftly and accurately attacked from behind, and smashed Xuezheng, whose palm was about to be warmed, into the opponent's collar.

Liang Hui's reaction was also extremely fast. He noticed it almost the second Zhu Zhiyi put away his internal strength barrier. He quickly turned around and bent over to escape the catastrophe. Angry and angry, he tapped his toes on the ground, stepped on the rock, and rolled back from the other direction.

Liang Hui didn't show weakness either, he defeated each move with ease.

The two came and went, chasing each other, seeming to be true and false, and they started fighting again after having a good time.

From the cave to the lake, from the snow to the plum grove, the streamers of clothes flutter like white birds and new swallows, Zhu Zhiyi has long wanted to have a hearty fight, what can and cannot be said between him and Liang Hui, what should be honest , Everything that should be hidden is in this shelf.

Fighting is also a real fight.

Don't look at how patient and meticulous Liang Hui was when Zhu Zhiyi was ill, but when it came to fighting, he was merciless and never falsified, because he knew that Zhu Zhiyi would not lie.

In this fight, I couldn't tell why they fought, but the fight was more real, with real swords and guns. Both of them had inexplicable anger in their hearts, and they also participated in the playfulness that hadn't appeared for a long time.

The petals of more than ten acres of white plums and black plums in Chen's mansion were beaten by them, and it rained plum blossoms all over the sky. Seeing that he was not convinced, Liang Hui also tried his best to stop his way. Zhu Zhiyi struggled back, and the two Fall together into the white snow covered with plum leaf petals.

The snow was soft, and Liang Hui stretched out his hand to cushion his back, Zhu Zhiyi didn't feel any pain.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Liang Hui's handsome and handsome face, and his already racing heart beat wildly again. Liang Hui was pressing on him, his arms in a half-embracing posture to protect him from injury.

The distance was very close, breathing was entangled, Zhu Zhiyi rubbed his head on the snow, Liang Hui looked at him deeply, and raised his hand to brush away a petal of white plum on his temple.

The two of them didn't speak, just lying quietly in the snow and staring at each other, as if there was a struggle to see who would look away first.

Whoever loses first loses.

Zhu Zhiyi rolled her eyes, quietly grabbed a handful of snow, suddenly stuffed it into Liang Hui's neck and wiped it on his face.

"..." Liang Hui said helplessly, "Happy?"

He had already noticed it, but he didn't move.

A smile appeared in Zhu Zhiyi's eyes, and he pushed his shoulder.

"It's so cruel." Liang Hui didn't want him to succeed again, and rubbed the snow-stained half of his face against Zhu Zhiyi's neck and face: "A cold-hearted person like Qinggui should also try the bitter taste of ice and snow .”

Zhu Zhiyi was so tickled that she laughed sullenly, her waist hooked up, her belly trembled, and she rarely begged for mercy: "Don't, don't..."

Liang Hui had never heard him make such a sound similar to a small animal's "woo woo", his eyes darkened a little, and became more ruthless, Zhu Zhiyi was so excited that he burst into physical tears, his black and white eyes were white powder In the snow and petals, there is a pool of clarity, which makes people deeply immersed in it.

"Clean rules."

"Ok?"

Liang Hui didn't know what he was going to say.

Say what?

Said that you are very beautiful, how long are you.

Say we don't fight anymore, okay?

Say can I trust you?

Say you want to try to trust me?

But it is only a moment of impulse, fleeting, and the water passes without a trace.