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Zhuo Yihan comforted him for a while, and then took Zhuo Yijia and his party back to the Zhuo family's wing next door.

Back in the Zhuo family's wing, the charcoal baked in the house had burned out a layer of white ash, the maid took the iron tongs and gently dialed it, and the white charcoal ash fell down a layer, revealing the burning red charcoal, and the room was suddenly warmer.

Zhuo Yihan sat down at the table, looked at Zhuo Yijia who was standing in front of him, did not blame, and gently handed the stove in his hand to Zhuo Yijia, "Didn't you say you were going to go outside before, go now." Turn around a little less and save it. ”

Zhuo Yijia looked at Zhuo Yihan and was silent for a while, then took the stove and nodded, "Hmm." ”

After that, he put on the veil handed over by Hongshan, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped, turned back to Zhuo Yihan and said, "Fuyuan doesn't have to follow." There's no going to be any mess. ”

Zhuo Yihan nodded, and Zhuo Yijia turned around and walked out of the screen with Hongshan.

Out of the screen, Zhuo Yijia stood and exhaled softly. This Zhuo Yihan was indeed smarter than she thought. She is also maintained as the eldest sister.

Snow is falling, falling on bamboo leaves, on the desk, on the lake.

Below is still a hustle and bustle of talking about poetry and painting.

Zhuo Yijia turned around and walked down, and Hongshan followed.

As soon as he stepped out of the building of the female dependent, the cold wind blew, Zhuo Yijia raised his hand and put the hat on the big hat on his head, and the whole big cloak was tightly covered, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the snowflakes flying outside, and Hongshan behind him rubbed her hands and sighed.

Many of the women who come here stay behind the screen, but there are also many women and men who sit with the book case and discuss the scriptures and poems.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the women who were sitting with men in the snow in a big coat, and couldn't help but feel a little trance.

At the beginning, the national style of the Southern Shang Dynasty was biased towards strict etiquette, and there were differences between men and women. It is advocated that women are virtuous if they are not talented, and they should not show their heads at will.

Later, after her Zhenhui princess Zhao Jingshu was born, her father never had a son-in-law, so she hurt her to the tip of her heart. However, she is also a firm believer in learning and tireless in knowledge. So her father invited the emperor's teacher Guo Ruhan as her teacher to teach her profession. At her request, her father set up private schools for girls in various counties and counties, and vigorously advocated women's education.

As a result, there is a scene of women and men sitting together to discuss the scriptures.

Zhuo Yijia looked at the women sitting in front of the bookcase, then turned around and walked into the bamboo forest.

"Miss, where are you going?" Hongshan followed Zhuo Yijia into the bamboo forest. It's colder in this bamboo forest than outside. Hongshan tightened her neckline with her left hand, and put her right hand to her mouth and sighed.

"Just go for a walk." Zhuo Yijia said and glanced back at Hongshan, looked at Hongshan's hand that was a little red from the cold, and handed over the stove in his hand, "You take it." ”

"Hmm~" Hongshan shook her head, "Don't, what should I do if I take that young lady and freeze?" ”

"My body is much better than yours." Zhuo Yijia glanced at Hongshan, stuffed the stove into Hongshan's arms, and then turned to continue

Hongshan followed behind and stuck out her tongue. In the past, the young lady's body was worse than her, and she could fall down when the wind blew.

Along the bamboo forest, Zhuo Yijia stepped on layers of snow and walked deep into the forest. The stream in the distance tinkled and flowed.

Zhuo Yijia wore short boots made of fur, which was cold, and she couldn't feel the chill outside, and she stepped on the snow and sizzled.

Zhuo Yijia stood, looked at the top of his head fixedly, and said softly, "With such a big snow, these bamboos are still so lush and lush." ”

Hongshan, who was standing behind Zhuo Yijia, didn't know what she meant, but looked up at it suspiciously.

Zhuo Yijia took a step forward and gently shook a bamboo, and the snow on the bamboo fell.

The snow is pouring and the water is murmuring.

Zhuo Yijia shook off the snow falling on his hands and continued to walk forward.

After a while, they came to the stream.

The stream is bubbling with water, and the clear water reflects the colorful stones at the bottom of the river.

Zhuo Yijia squatted down and stretched out his hand to swing in the stream, the cold water invaded the bones and cold. The banks of the stream on both sides are condensed with ice edges, which are crystal clear.

She rarely does this on a snowy day in winter. In her previous life, she was the daughter of the middle palace, and even in summer, her father never let her touch the water in the river, for fear of falling into the water and causing trouble. Whenever she wanted to play in the water, her father sent someone to carry a large wooden basin with the clear water in the eyes of the mountain spring to play with her.

Zhuo Yijia's hand swayed in the water, suddenly unaware of the cold and biting, and sang softly, "Left yoyo, right Taitai, Emperor E takes needles to make clothes; Gold thread, silver edge, draped embroidered into a fairy. The water was clear, cold and cold, wet with the red sleeves of the Emperor; The leaves are vast, the people are vast, and the ripples are long and long. ”

The two-zhang large agarwood basin is carved with the patterns she likes, the basin is filled with cool water, her little hands are swaying in the water, and her father's hands are also swaying in it. Her father leaned on her and sang as she sang, making her giggle all the time.

Now that she is singing, will this eastward stream be given to her father?

The snow is falling and the bamboo leaves are gently falling on the snow.

Zhuo Yijia suddenly frowned, his hand sank to the bottom of the stream, and then slowly stood up, looked sideways not far away, and said softly, "Who?" ”

There was no echo, only the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo branches and the snow falling. The stone in Zhuo Yijia's hand was pinched tighter.

There was silence before a voice said, "Isn't that what I should ask?" ”

As he spoke, he saw a man dressed in a snow fox come out from behind the rocks surrounded by bamboo trees. With the swaying of the steps, the crescent-colored brocade robe with a dark tattoo was revealed.

Zhuo Yijia's eyes were slightly narrowed when she was hidden in her fur hat, the second prince Zhao Guyi?

In the previous life, King Qing's family lived in Huaichuan on the border of Nanshang and Xiqi, and King Qing entered the palace to congratulate him on the New Year, and when the palace changed, the rest of the family stayed in Huaichuan. So in the previous life, she hadn't seen anyone else in Qingwangfu.

"Who are you?" Zhao Guyi looked at the girl in front of her who was draped in beige and was about to melt into the snow.

When Sun Linyi was just waving to her from the sidelines, she glanced at the person next to her, and the man was in their seat. The man who can sit on the seat of the Sun family, looking at the entire Jinping City, there is only the royal family.

The eldest prince has a leg disease, and the only royal child outside is the second prince Zhao Guyi.

Huaiqiu said

There are a lot of gods recommended in the same period~ I began to doubt my life == Will my essay be drowned in the vast sea of books like this?

So thank you to everyone who clicked on this book in the vast sea of books, and even more thanks to those who clicked in to read it and read it all the time, [Manual Kiss]