The snow of the eighth year of Yongzheng fell very late.

In previous years, to Meng

In winter, I don't know how many heavy snows have drifted, but only this year, the cold plums are in bud to be released, and there is not a single snowflake.

I think about everything in the palace, but I just think it's weird.

No one dared to mention it, not in private.

I thought that this difficult year was going to be calm and end, and heavy snow covered the capital overnight.

The emperor erected a pillar of incense in front of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Su Peisheng stood at the bottom of the stairs with his head down, and so did the little apprentice.

The hour will be wrong, Su Pei

Sheng motioned for the little apprentice to hold an umbrella. In the dark world, lighter than falling snow, Yin Zhen's eyebrows moved, and he stepped down the stone steps.

Su Peisheng was stunned for a moment, but he went in the opposite direction, hurriedly took the umbrella and followed cautiously behind, and muttered: "Your Majesty, it's not too early." ”

"I know. ”

The sound is steady and low, and the faster the footsteps.

The doors and windows are closed.

The guard guarding the door was clever, quietly pushed down the door, and knelt on the ground.

After a while, Xie Yu opened the door from the inside, and half-blessed turned aside.

The sky was overcast, the room was so dark that it seemed like nothing, Yin Zhen looked straight at the door, raised his hand to take a piece of snow and walked in to the bed, stood empty for a while, and covered his hand, his palm was wet and cold, and his hair became softer and warmer.

"Yue'er, it's snowing, can't you afford it?"

As if he was afraid of waking up, it was so light that it was almost difficult to distinguish, "I knew it would snow today, and I should have taken you to the garden yesterday, this birthday is interesting." ”

The sleeping man suddenly moved, and the brocade was spun around.

Her half-bent back stiffened suddenly, and when she turned over, carefully covered the corners of the quilt, retreated behind the screen more lightly and quickly, twisted the wet and cool snow between her fingers, and turned around and walked out the door.

At sunset, the snow still hasn't stopped, and the palace gate is open, and there is no end in sight, winding to the northwest.

Whip up the snow like a dragon and waves.

There was a cough in the cloak for a while, as if suppressed, and he couldn't stop running wildly with the horse's hooves.

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