Qin Huang, lie down obediently

The snow was still falling, and the flying snowflakes were flying all over the sky. Suddenly, I got the interest of graffiti. I got up from Zhao Zheng's arms, wrapped in fox fur, broke two branches from a plum tree, and handed them to Zhao Zheng, "Let's draw pictures and see who can draw them Well done."

Zhao Zheng took the branch with a light smile, and tightened my collar lovingly, "As long as you don't freeze anymore." After speaking, the two of them drew graffiti back to back on the flat snow.

After I finished the painting, I picked a red plum from the plum tree and put it on the painting. Zhao Zheng walked over and looked at the snow in doubt. The Q-version "portrait" of him I painted, and the red plum was just placed on the snow. The center of "his" eyebrows represents the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, which is very vivid.

"You painted me?" He asked me with a frown as he looked at "myself" on the ground who was "opening his teeth and claws, baring his teeth and grinning".

I pointed to the "red mole" and replied with a smile: "It doesn't look like it?"

I thought he was going to scold me angrily, but I didn't expect him to draw a smaller "I" next to "myself", and put five-petal pink plums on the corners of the eyes, which was "very pitiful", with the With "his" "opening his teeth and claws", "I" seemed even more angry and dared not vent.

I didn't expect him to learn so quickly and draw such images.

Carrying him behind my back, I grabbed a handful of snow from the plum branches behind me, crumpled it into a ball, and walked slowly to his side, lowering my eyes, as if trying to please him.

"Competing with the king, I always can't get anything good." Leaning in his arms, wrapping his arms around his neck, and then——I heard him "hiss", bent down and fiddled with the snow ball in his collar, looking like Extremely embarrassed.

I took the opportunity to escape, ran into the plum grove with a smile on my face, and casually grabbed the snow on the nearby branches and sprinkled it towards him. The regiment was thrown at me.

"Okay, you, if you spoil you, you dare to go to heaven. It's best not to let me catch you today." He said threatening words, but he laughed happily.

We were playing around in the forest like children, and he lost the dignity and pride of the king, smiled innocently and happily.

Maybe he has never been so happy since he was born. I don't know whether to regret the lost innocence for him, or to lament the shackles of the royal family's supremacy.

He doesn't have the peace and happiness that folks should have.

I disdain the respect and dignity that the royal family should have.

How good would it be if you could always be this free?

He is not a high-ranking king. We can hug each other tightly like ordinary people, regardless of secular public opinion.Work at sunrise and rest at sunset.I carry water, he waters the field, I cook, he lights the fire.The two of you can be together for the rest of your life, cuddling with each other.In our later years, we sat together in the hut in the field, watching the rising sun and the setting sun.

If you like children, how happy would it be to adopt a few of them for our retirement?

But it can never come true.

Tired from playing around, both lay on the snow, no longer afraid of the dreaded cold.

He put one hand on the snow above my head, leaning over to look at me, and I also looked at him with a smile, a little snowflakes intermingled in the hair, and in the ink-like black hair, it looked whiter, whiter and more transparent.

He is still so beautiful, people can't help trembling, wanting to take good care of him, for fear that he will disappear in the next moment, and he will never be able to appreciate such beauty again.

He lowered his head slowly, I knew what he was going to do, and I didn't refuse anymore, maybe this would be the last tenderness.

My lips were about to touch each other, but I——feeled an itchy nose, couldn't help it, and sneezed heavily~~~~~~

Looking at the saliva on his face that belongs to me in embarrassment, I quickly pinched my sleeve to help him wipe it off.

But he picked me up and hugged me sideways, "Your illness is not fully recovered yet, so don't blow it here anymore."

As gentle and considerate as ever, I really don't want to leave him like this, but...

For him and for me, I had to leave.

He hugged me and walked on the thick snow, with "goose feathers" floating in the air. Such a beautiful scenery is even more beautiful because of him.

Selfishly enjoying the warmth he brings, at this moment, don't think about how to leave, no matter what others think, he only belongs to me, a selfish and timid man like me.