In the imperial palace of Jinping City, it is still as usual. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After Emperor Ming Xian went down to the court, he went directly to the study, and it was a small half a day. After coming out, he went to the Zhaoyang Hall and had lunch in the Zhaoyang Palace. Gone again.

First, he stood outside the Zhaoyang Hall and stared at the snow falling in the sky for a while, then turned around and walked towards the Imperial Garden.

The red plum blossoms of the Imperial Garden are exquisite, delicate in the snow, and the red is like fire. Dots fall on the branches.

Emperor Ming Xian personally stepped forward, picked the ones that looked at them, compared them again and again, and carefully folded them down. The severed branch accidentally cut a hole and dripped blood from the palm of his hand. Immersed in the snow, it looks like a falling red plum petal.

The father-in-law and the palace ladies who were waiting on the side were frightened, and stepped forward with Bujuan, but they were stopped by Emperor Ming Xian raising his hand.

He turned over his palm, looked at the long cut inside, sighed slightly, and his voice was faint like a whisper: "I haven't held a knife for too long, and it has become thin skin and tender meat." ”

He held the red plum in one hand, raised it slightly with the other, stood under the plum tree, and looked down at the palm of his hand. The blood in his palm was still oozing out, and he just looked at it like that, and he didn't bandage it.

In the wind and snow, his sideburns were slightly white, and the winter wind blew up the white dark striped dragon's robe. There were petals falling on the spread palm, and the two bright red in the palm made his eyes flash. The eyebrows softened.

The temples are slightly frosty, the jade crown is tied on the head, and the corners of the clothes that have been blown up in the wind and snow have passed the year of not being confused. Standing in the snow like that, standing under the red plum tree that has bloomed, with affection in his eyebrows. With a look in his eyes and a side face, he realized that this saint who attracted the attention of thousands of people also had such a handsome appearance.

The people in the palace, the He family, have never seen such a gentle Emperor Ming Xian, not even the palace maid who has been serving for many years. I have only seen the frosty eyebrows, or the fierce complexion, or the lacquered eyes that people can't see.

I was a little stunned.

After a while, the blood stains on the palm of the hand were congealed. Emperor Ming Xian put down his outstretched palm, and then walked straight out of the imperial garden.

Seeing this, Gonggong Xi turned his head to the palace attendants and said, "Let's go back and wait." After that, he hugged the snow fox and hurriedly followed Emperor Ming Xian.

Behind him is a tree full of snow-covered flowers.

Emperor Ming Xian walked into the palace and was sparsely populated.

A heavy iron lock opened wide, making the sound of chains colliding. Holding the red plum in his hand, he walked behind the heavy locks.

Even though it was daylight, there was no light on the first floor, and there were walls on all sides, and the secret chambers of the besieged city were full of candles. The whole room was lit up.

Emperor Ming Xian held the red plum in his hand, glanced at the room, and walked straight up the stairs.

It's still a little dark upstairs, even darker than the first floor. Although there was a window with an iron bar, there was no candle on the high wall.

Upstairs was still the same woman, standing in the middle of the room, standing under the high wall, standing in the glimmer of the light reflected in the window, tilting her head slightly, as if looking at the snow outside the window. Behind him is a head of silver-white hair, long to the ankle.

She was wearing a white shirt, plain white without any floral ornaments, and the same color as her hair, which made people feel a little trance at first glance, and couldn't tell whether it was white or hair.

Emperor Ming Xian walked into the house, walked straight to the long-necked white cloud glazed vase, took out a few wilted red plums inside, and inserted a few red plums in his hand.

Then he lowered his body and leaned in front of Hongmei and sniffed gently.

The shallow fragrance of flowers lingered on the tip of his nose, he stood up straight, stared at the white glazed vase, turned it slightly, put on a good angle, and said softly: "You just like to fiddle like this." As he spoke, he took a step back. Looking at Hongmei, she suddenly remembered something, and smiled softly:

"In the past, you liked to fold red plum flowers in a vase in winter. I remember when I was a child, every time I read a book in the study in winter, you liked to come in with your red plum and put it on for me, and asked me if it smelled good and asked me if I liked it. After that, Emperor Ming Xian's smile deepened, and he looked at the red plum in the vase: "Naturally, I like it, but I don't dare to tell you about it at that time." I'm afraid that if you say it, you will bother me with red plums every day. I was reprimanded several times by my father for this. ”

Saying that, Emperor Ming Xian turned around, looked at the motionless back, stepped forward, lowered his body, and picked up his ankle-length white hair. The voice carried a little affection unique to young people, and his eyes were gentle like water: "But I haven't said it, and I haven't told my father about it once." ”

He sniffed the white hair he was holding on the tip of his nose, and then gently pulled it up: "Your hair smells better than red plums." While tying his hair with a green ribbon, he said softly: "Don't you like to tinker with your hair the most?" In the past, they stole so many ribbons from which I tied my hair, and put all kinds of hair on my head. ”

Saying that, Emperor Ming Xian paused, and continued: "But it's not good-looking, you look good no matter what." After saying that, the silver hair had been curled up, the tied hair hung down behind the shoulders, and there was scattered ear hair on the temples.

The woman's eyes were still tilted, looking at the window on the high wall, looking at the snow outside. Motionless.

The earth dragon in the house was warm, Emperor Ming Xian stretched out his hand to untie his big coat, put it aside, and looked up at the window with the woman. Outside the window, it was snowy.

No one in the room answered, and it became quiet again.

After a long time, Emperor Ming Xian looked at the snow outside the window of the high wall, and said a little lightly: "Do you want to go out to see the snow?"

The woman did not answer, nor did she move.

"Shall I go out with you to see the snow?" said in a softer voice.

The room is too quiet, and no matter how soft the sound is, it still makes people hear it very clearly.

"I remember..."Emperor Ming Xian's voice became softer, he raised his head, looked at the window on the high wall, the snow outside, and said slowly: "Emperor E, just like you, I like snow very much." ”

The woman's distracted eyes flashed slightly as she looked out the window, and the corners of her eyes glistened with crystal.

"I'll accompany you out to see the snow, okay?" Emperor Ming Xian turned his head, looked at the woman in front of him, asked cautiously, and his voice couldn't help but be apprehensive.

The woman finally made a move. She slowly lowered her head, then turned around, walked to the futon in front of the Buddha table, picked up the Buddha beads on the table, closed her eyes and began to twist them.

I never looked at Emperor Ming Xian.

Emperor Ming Xian stood in place, looking at the woman, with an indissoluble affection and helplessness in his eyes.

Then he turned around and walked down the stairs.

There was a sound of heavy locks below. The woman sitting on the futon opened her eyes and looked up at the window on the high wall and the snow outside the window.

Long.

She got up, walked to the table, poured a cup of hot tea, sat down to drink, and looked up at the snow outside the window.