Zhuo Yijia stopped and turned his head to look at Zhao Fengyao behind him.

Zhao Fengyao stood in the imperial study, dressed in a yellow robe, with a slender and handsome figure.

"The general will accompany me to the Imperial Garden. Zhao Fengyao said, picked up the white tiger skin on the side, and walked towards the door of the study.

He walked to the door of the study, shook the big curtain open, and gently draped it over Zhuo Yijia's shoulder.

Zhuo Yijia pursed her lips and stepped back her shoulders.

"No withdrawal. Zhao Fengyao pretended to be stern, put the big coat on Zhuo Yijia, and then tied the necklace for her.

Fu Gui, the newly raised Grand Duke Fu Gui on the side, followed beside him, raised his eyes in fear and cautiously looked at Zhuo Yijia, and quickly lowered his head.

Then he handed over the umbrella he was holding in his hand and whispered, "Your Majesty, the umbrella." ”

Zhao Fengyao turned around, took the umbrella handed by his father-in-law, glanced at him with satisfaction, and then held the umbrella on top of Zhuo Yijia's head and walked towards the imperial garden.

The snow of the winter moon is small, but it is also cold.

Zhuo Yijia followed Zhao Fengyao to walk in the imperial garden, when the red plum blossoms were waiting to be released. A little bit of crimson is embellished on the branches, so beautiful.

Zhao Fengyao and Zhuo Yijia walked slowly with umbrellas, and the noble father-in-law behind him shrank his neck and followed carefully, his shoulders on both sides were already covered with snow slag, but he had no time to take care of it.

Zhao Fengyao took Zhuo Yijia and walked to the first red plum tree in the imperial garden that was about to bloom, handed the umbrella to the noble father-in-law on the side, and turned to look at the few small branches that were just blooming on it: "Second uncle escaped, you feel uncomfortable." ”

Your father-in-law was beside him, holding an umbrella for Zhuo Yijia, and a little snow particles fell on his slightly arched back. He hung his head, as if he hadn't heard, and didn't say a word.

Zhuo Yijia narrowed his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and lifted the neckline of Dayu. The winter wind was blowing, and the hair on her head was a little messy.

"Naturally, it's uncomfortable, and I hate him if I don't kill him. Zhuo Yijia said calmly, stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and the snow fell on his palm and quickly melted.

The noble father-in-law holding the umbrella trembled. His hand holding the umbrella tightened, for fear that the snow on the umbrella would fall and hit the woman in front of him on the head.

Zhao Fengyao didn't look back, and then stretched out his hand, pulled down a branch, and gently folded the best one on it: "What about after killing him?"

folded, pulled the break on the branch, broke it again, turned around and pinned it to Zhuo Yijia's sideburns: "What?"

"What's how?" Zhuo Yijia raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhao Fengyao and asked.

"After everything is decided, what will you do in the future?" Zhao Fengyao stood still, looking at the red plum pinned to Zhuo Yijia's sideburns, and then looked at her eyebrows.

The noble father-in-law holding an umbrella on the side didn't dare to move, and a small umbrella moved towards Zhao Fengyao.

Zhuo Yijia tilted his head: "I said before that when I return to the northern belt army, when the northern land is settled, I will travel around to find it." ”

Zhao Fengyao suddenly approached, and Zhuo Yijia couldn't help but retreat. Zhao Fengyao ignored it and went straight forward, then leaned on Zhuo Yijia's sideburns, sniffed Hongmei lightly, and then said softly: "I thought you would change after that night." ”

The warm breath spit on Zhuo Yijia's ears, and her ears were a little red.

Zhuo Yijia stretched out his hand, pushed Zhao Fengyao back, and said in a suppressed voice: "Nothing has changed." ”

Your father-in-law's umbrella habitually followed Zhao Fengyao to the side, not wanting snow to fall, and it would fall on Zhuo Yijia's shoulders, so he quickly moved it back to cover the top of Zhuo Yijia's head.

In this way, Zhao Fengyao was half exposed in the wind and snow.

Your father-in-law's face was slightly wrinkled, and the hand holding the umbrella was held tighter.

"Yes. Zhao Fengyao took Zhuo Yijia's words without thinking about it, and stretched out his hand to ruffle a strand of her hair: "You have changed." ”

"What has changed in me!" Zhuo Yijia raised his head, waited for Zhao Fengyao, stretched out his hand, knocked out the hair in Zhao Fengyao's hand, and glanced at him: "Nonsense." ”

As he spoke, Zhuo Yijia lowered his head, stomped his foot, and shook off the snow on his shoes.

Zhao Fengyao stood in front of Zhuo Yijia, looking at her slightly reddened earlobes and her white and beautiful neck like a grub. The heart lake is a little rippling.

Zhuo Yijia shook off the snow on the upper of his shoes, and his eyes fell on the slope of Zhao Fengyao in front of him. The upper of the gold silk is secretly tattooed with red plums. She pursed her lips, suddenly turned her head and left: "Who has changed, inexplicable." ”

As soon as he turned around, Zhuo Yijia only felt a tightening of his wrist, and pulled back vigorously. The whole person crashed into a warm embrace.

She was stunned, and in a moment Zhao Fengyao had already leaned down, leaned into Zhuo Yijia's ear, and joked lightly: "I saw the red on the sheets, you said that you have not changed." ”

Snort and warm spray on Zhuo Yijia's earlobe, ambiguous/ambiguous and provocative/teasing. Zhuo Yijia was embarrassed, red from the roots of his ears to his cheeks. She stretched out her hand and pushed Zhao Fengyao back.

The force was too great to push Zhao Fengyao backwards.

"Zhao Fengyao, you are shameless!" Zhuo Yijia said angrily, blushing and turning back to leave.

The noble father-in-law with an umbrella next to him hurriedly moved the umbrella on Zhao Fengyao's head, Zhuo Yijia moved too fast, the umbrella was not blocked, and he hurriedly lifted his feet and took two steps forward to follow.

It was probably because he had stood in the snow for too long and had not moved, and his feet were too stiff. The action was urgent, the whole leg was numb, and he fell straight down.

The umbrella fell to the side, and the whole person fell to the ground like a dog eating.

Zhuo Yijia paused, turned around, looked at your father-in-law's dog eating shit, and hurriedly got up to pick up the umbrella in embarrassment: "The slave should die, the slave should die." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the umbrella, picked it up, and stepped on a ground where water stains had condensed into ice, slippery, and poured.

Zhuo Yijia sneered. She burst out laughing, and her face straightened. turned his head and glared at Zhao Fengyao, who seemed to be smiling at him.

She lowered her head and glanced at her father-in-law who was getting up: "This slave is too clumsy, it should be replaced." ”

The noble prince who got up turned around and knelt down at Zhao Fengyao: "Your Majesty, the slave knows his mistake!"

With a chuckle on his face, Zhao Fengyao raised his chin towards Zhuo Yijia: "She blames you, you have to beg her." ”

Hearing this, your father-in-law hurriedly turned around and looked at Zhuo Yijia ready to beg for mercy.

Zhuo Yijia glared at him fiercely, then raised his head and glared at Zhao Fengyao, turned around and pulled the collar and walked out.

Your father-in-law stopped in place, looked at Zhuo Yijia, who had stepped away in a few steps, and turned back with a little embarrassment on his face.

Zhao Fengyao bent down and picked up the umbrella on the ground: "She just said casually, father-in-law get up, the ground is cold." ”

"Your Majesty, Emperor. Your father-in-law lowered his head and kowtowed, then got up and hurriedly stepped forward to take the umbrella held by Zhao Fengyao. Hit him on the top of the head.

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia, who had already walked away, and the white tiger skin was almost melting with the wind and snow. The winter wind blew through, and the big of Zhuo Yijia flew outward.

Behind him, the red plum quietly bloomed.