Footsteps heard the sound first, and carefully discerned that the sound was not from Ziheng, so he had to stand with his hands down, took the scroll and walked around the people to Princess Ye's residence.

In the early winter morning, everything fell with a thin layer of hoarfrost, and Luo Ji was also cold, I turned over the coal in the temple with my hands, and the beeping sparks suddenly became lively, bringing more warmth. Only the smell of carbon is a little strong, and it makes people feel dizzy when they are all left in the house, so they have to think of a way to cure it.

Cui Ping next to me has just come to the Autumn Lotus Hall in recent days, and he looks still young, but he is twelve or thirteen years old, he is not used to smelling the smell of the house, and he is restless, and he secretly complained to me: "Sister, we are also people in the palace, why do we use carbon that is different from theirs, the taste is very choking, when I was a child, my mother always taught me that all beings are equal at home, but when I arrived in this deep palace compound, what is fair or unfair, and it is not a place to test my family background——" Before she could finish speaking, I reached out to gagged her, looked around in private, and after making sure that no one knew, I just gave her a piece of rose pine cheese and said, "Just do your job." The words she had stuffed into her mouth were indistinct, and she only made some babbling sounds. I handed her a glass of warm water and said, "If you don't love these, fold a few flowers to moisten them." ”

She tried her best to swallow the things in her mouth, and Yingyu said: "Ping'er heard that the people in the palace said that if you want to live in the plum garden in winter, that place is the place where you first encountered the slight cold in the Forbidden City, and in this early winter, there are many plum blossoms that have bloomed first." Ping'er will fold some after a while to get rid of the black gas in this palace. I saw her smile like the warm sun after the ice melted, and my heart was relieved. Continue to bow her head and embroider the begonia flowers, Ping'er is young, just ask, "Is there anything to talk about the begonia flowers embroidered by my sister?" I lowered my eyebrows and pondered: "People say that the winding path leads to a secluded place, and the delicate and elegant scenery should be worthy of the begonia. Ping'er smiled: "Sister loves Bai Tang's stability and style." ”

I smiled in agreement and got up to rub my temples. Yun'er looked at me with a tired face, and pouted: "My sister has become more and more lazy in winter, and she has to hesitate for a long time when she gets up in recent days." I made up my mind, but I didn't argue with her, but answered her with a smile. Xu has a child on his body, and he has been feeling more and less energetic recently.

Someone from Princess Ye's place came to preach that the princess was going to the mountains on the outskirts of the city in the afternoon and asked me to accompany her. Now I go to the palace to help her comb her sideburns and match her clothes. I gave a blessing, and Lianbu followed behind the palace maid, the leader of the order. When he arrived at the princess's house, he saw that she was already dressed in plain clothes, very light and nimble, and did not comb her hair in a bun, but tied her hair up high and tied it with a red ribbon. What to take care of clothes and green silk is just an excuse, but he also blessed her with a blessing and opened his mouth to say goodbye to her.

She looked better today, took a pen and ink and piled it in front of me, and said, "There is nothing else to do today, I just want to ask you for a painting." ”

"If the princess doesn't think the pen and ink are rude, Ling Ling is happy to do it. ”

"I want a picture of apricot blossoms and light rain. ”

I bowed my head, and she said: "If you want to dress like a snow-white cloth and play a flute and fall flowers, the person in the world who can draw this white clothes, this princess believes that no one can come from your right." I looked up at her, but I could only catch a glimpse of my own faint shadow in her dark, bottomless eyes. Flowers fall in white. I laugh. In this world, the white-clothed flowers are probably not only dream-like scenes, at least, I have really seen the white-clothed. Pick up the pen, dip it in ink, and there is still no pen to put down after thousands of turns. It's just a splash of paper like snow apricot blossoms. The man in white, the pen in white, even if he is unwilling in his heart, after all, the pen follows the mood and copies the flower blowing man in his heart. It's just a black and white back, purple bamboo flute, purple bamboo tune, reminiscing about the past, looking at the present.

The pain in my head and abdomen hit me little by little, and I tried my best to hold my hands and draw the man in white like him, or, even if I didn't want to, the man in white was just like him, only like him. When the last stroke fell, there was already a thin sweat on the palms of the hands, and the limbs were cold and cold. Princess Ye saw that my pen was paused, so she leaned in and said with a smile: "Miss Ling, this white dress has melted into your bones and blood." I pulled back, but I didn't answer. The palm of the slender nails hurts, but I just watched Princess Ye hand over today's book list to me, and I took it out again.

It's nearly noon, I don't care about the pain on my body, I just blindly go to the library pavilion, I always feel that the mountains and rivers in the palace are very good, but now I only feel that the mountains and rivers are far away, as if I can't finish walking for a long time. On the way, I met some more people, who struggled to support the dignified, and only stayed in the library pavilion, and the strength seemed to be completely gone. Holding on to the shelf and panting, but I felt my chest suffocated, and my consciousness was gradually stripped away, and in the last ray of light, it was the falling books and Ziheng's eager face and panicked eyes, and his body was soft as if he had floated to the clouds, but he felt sore, and there seemed to be a person in front of him, chattering about what he was talking to, and he couldn't hear the content clearly, but he felt that the sound was like a clear spring in the mountains, and it was so good that people forgot who they were and where they were.

I don't know how long this feeling lasted, my body passed through the clouds and hell, sometimes restless like fire, sometimes cold to the bone, but I always remembered that something was not completed, and my thoughts were interspersed with uneasiness. This time, in the dream, the sky was clear, and suddenly there was a thunderstorm, and a flash of light split the heavens and the earth in half, and I was afraid of thunder since I was a child, and when I was struggling with my thoughts, I looked frightened and said "don't" and "don't". It wasn't until a thunderbolt knocked over the hut in the dream that he woke up, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and there was a fine and dense sweat on his body.

Just opened his eyes, his eyes were Ziheng's face, his hand held my hand tightly in the palm of his hand, calling my name with concern, I was scared, and suddenly threw myself into his arms, he followed my body, and took me into his arms, feeling the sweat on my body, and the strength in his hand was a little more, and he said softly: "Don't be afraid, Ling'er is not afraid, I'm here." I sobbed low in his arms, not knowing what to say, but calling his words over and over again, and he softly responded.

I knew that it was only in his presence, when there were only the two of us, that I could be so bold and daring, so undisguised cowardly, crying and burrowing into his arms, like a child who had lost something dear to him, and whenever I thought of him, I felt reassured.

At that time, I thought that his arms would always belong to me.

There was a sentence in my heart, I was desperately suppressed, I didn't dare to look up and ask him, even if it was to deceive myself, it was good, but I couldn't hold back after all, a pair of eyes that wanted to speak and stopped looking into his eyes, he was gloomy, just said: "Ling'er, we are still young." The thunderbolt-like injury fell on my head, and my eyes finally couldn't help but pour out tears, I sobbed and couldn't say anything, just held his shoulder, and said desperately: "Why, Ziheng, you tell me why I ......" He said fiercely: "I have ordered someone to investigate this matter, and there will be results soon." "I didn't care about what he said, I just stuck my shallot-like nails into my flesh, and I couldn't stop crying.

I thought about the white begonia flowers to be embroidered, so it was broken, it was said that the winding path leads to the secluded place, but I don't want to, one day, the end of the winding path and the secluded flowers, but also full of desolation.