Mu Xiaofeng was looking up and silently counting the varieties of red plums, and her cold feet sank, and she was immediately startled in her heart. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw Chu Lige standing a little below, looking coldly and indifferently from afar.

At this angle, if she avoided danger, she would inevitably crash into his position.

She frowned, almost making a choice between flashes of thought.

She pumped her feet, and instead of running down, she stumbled and fell, and turned to the side.

There was a plum tree not far away, she ran down slightly sideways, naturally her steps were unsteady, and she almost couldn't stop this run, and hit the plum tree directly.

Seeing this, Chu Lige's body moved, and before Mu Xiaofeng could react, he had already swept to the side and stood in front of the plum tree.

If Mu Xiaofeng looked up at this time, he would definitely be able to see a flash of chagrin in his indifferent eyes.

However, she was too busy to take care of herself, so how could she still pay attention to his expression.

I thought I was going to be unlucky to have a close contact with the plum tree, but when I really bumped into it, I didn't have the expected rough and cold pain, but the soft touch with a faint cold and cold green bamboo breath touched the end of her nose.

And she was ready to touch Plum Tree's hands, which were firmly grasping a soft but slightly stiff place.

Mu Xiaofeng blinked, and it took a long time to realize that Chu Lige had replaced the tree with her body, allowing her to bump into her so lightly.

And her hands—she glanced away, and immediately her face flushed and clenched her teeth, not letting her exclamation escape her lips.

Her hands were firmly grasping his waist and eyes on both sides.

No wonder the first feeling just now was that it was gentle and stiff to the touch.

And ...... the tip of her nose, Mu Xiaofeng finally realized how embarrassing the posture she had just stumbled over was.

She hurriedly closed her eyes and silently said in her heart that she would not be rude.

But his hands were nervous and shy, and he completely forgot to let go.

Chu Lige secretly took a breath, trying to keep his voice as cold and calm as ever, "You, you can let go and get up." ”

It was a very short sentence, but he found that he had to exercise great restraint before he could finish it in a steady tone.

Mu Xiaofeng listened to his voice falling from the top of his head, and his whole face finally roared like a fire, completely red from behind his ears to his whole face.

"I'm sorry." She hurriedly let go of her hand, retreated in embarrassment, and stammered and apologized until she stood still, and her burnt red cheeks were embarrassed to lift from the hem of her clothes.

Chu Lige looked at her like this, and his heart was complicated for a moment, remembering the scene just now, the faint stinging pain that had just floated in his heart suddenly became clear.

His eyes shrank slightly, and his face, which was originally as white as jade snow, suddenly became as pale as paper.

When Mu Xiaofeng finally raised his head, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his face that was suddenly so pale that it was transparent. She was startled, and she couldn't care less about being shy and embarrassed, and ran towards him in three steps and two steps.

"How are you? Feeling unwell? Do you have any medicine with you? ”

Chu Lige didn't care what she asked, looking at her anxious, nervous and worried appearance, he suddenly seemed to have opened his mind, lowered his eyes, and frowned slightly.

He glanced at her again, and his knotted hand gently pressed on the beating place of his chest heart, and said, "It hurts." ”

Mu Xiaofeng saw that cold sweat seemed to break out on his forehead, and even his hands and feet felt a thin chill for a while. Although she didn't know what was wrong with his body, she intuitively felt that the problem should be quite serious.

She looked at him inquiringly, and her tone unconsciously let go softly and softly, "Shall I help you go over there and rest for a while?" ”

Chu Lige was secretly happy in his heart, he couldn't care about the intense pain, and was about to nod.

Suddenly, I heard a lazy low but extremely magnetic voice, which came out of place, "It turns out that you are here to enjoy the plum blossoms, which is really easy to find." ”

Chu Lige raised his head and lightly swept the indigo figure that turned out from the other side, and his eyebrows almost immediately flashed with a touch of coldness.

Xia Xingshen did it on purpose!

In the blink of an eye, his face, which was originally as pale as if transparent, suddenly returned to its usual appearance.

Mu Xiaofeng was worried, when he heard Xia Xingshen's voice, he felt happy to have a helper. But as soon as she turned her head, she saw Chu Lige standing up straight like no one else, even her expression was faintly alienated and cold, but her complexion was very normal.

The light of her eyes turned, and the girl's heart also fell into shallow confusion and doubt.

"Miss Mu, if you want to brew white snow and plum for three days, these red plum petals are indispensable."

Mu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything yet. Behind Xia Xingshen, there was a large sound of footsteps, and the floating incense hit, and then I saw the shadows of my clothes and temples swaying in the snow.

"Young Master Xia, we also have to learn to make wine."

"Do you need to pick up these plum petals for winemaking? That's right, let's be a gentleman who walks on the snow and picks up plums today. ”

The beauties, you and I said it one by one, and at the same time silently dispersed between the three of them.

Mu Xiaofeng looked at the right minister who was smiling lazily and casually, and then looked at His Royal Highness Liwang, whose face was still cold and rejective, and sighed silently in his heart.

Okay, let's pick up the petals.

Zhongmei's interest was high, and Meizhuang was not close to the capital, so that night, everyone stayed in the row of exquisite huts by the deep pool.

The valley was surrounded on three sides by mountains, and it was very well sheltered from the wind, and they lived by the deep pool, and they did not feel too cold.

And Mu Xiaofeng went to bed early, and in the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep anymore after waking up.

Since she couldn't sleep, she simply got up. The moonlight outside the window is bright, quietly reflected on the silver-white and plum-red hillside, showing the quiet and quiet in this valley.

She sat at the window, her cheeks resting on the hillside, but in the silence of the night, she suddenly heard a strange slight noise.

She listened intently, then quietly stood up and walked to the door.

After making sure the sound was coming from near the flat boulder outside, she gently pulled open a crack in the door.

Looking over, under the bright moonlight, a handsome straight figure was sitting in front of the boulder. At this moment, the picturesque man was seriously concentrating on the set of winemaking tools.

Mu Xiaofeng's heart was shocked, Chu Lige didn't sleep at night, and he was here alone to think about winemaking?

She felt that she could not sleep horizontally, so she simply leaned against the door and quietly watched the man's somewhat awkward moves.

Although Chu Lige had never learned to make wine, even before this, he had never even seen a tool for winemaking.

But this time, he concentrated on tinkering for a while, and then figured out the way to make wine.

Mu Xiaofeng leaned against the door, watching him with a strange expression, his movements slowly changed from clumsy and unfamiliar to proficient, and the moonlight slowly shifted. He was concentrating, Mu Xiaofeng was concentrating, and unconsciously, he really let him slowly brew a jar of wine without a teacher.

The girl watched in surprise as he turned the petals in his hand into wine little by little, thinking that he hadn't seen this god-like unattainable iceberg during the day, and bent down to pick up a petal, why was there so much blue in front of him?

However, Mu Xiaofeng was surprised, but he didn't mean to go out and ask at all.

Because she knew that even if she asked, with the temperament of the Chu Overlord, he would not answer her at all.

After watching it silently for a while, Chu Lige outside seemed to be finally satisfied.

After brewing enough jars of wine, he stopped his movements, and instead picked up the jar and slowly waved his fingertips in the moonlight.

"What is this doing?" The girl whispered to herself in the room suspiciously, "Carving flowers to the altar? ”

Of course, His Royal Highness Chu will not be bored to carve any flowers for a wine jar.

As for his serious strokes, what are he carving with his fingertips as a pen?

After Mu Xiaofeng stared at it with wide eyes for a while, he was inexplicably shocked. She really couldn't see what he was carving in the altar before, and from such a distance, only in the faint and hazy moonlight, even if she had a pair of fiery eyes, it was useless.

Not to mention that she didn't.

However, the moonlight shifted, and Chu Lige carved in the moonlight, and he was so serious with every stroke that his movements were extremely slow.

Mu Xiaofeng slowly drew the direction from his fingertips, and gradually guessed what he was carving.

About a quarter of an hour later, the man blew lightly on the jar. Under the moonlight, Mu Xiaofeng's three words have appeared neatly on the altar.

Mu Xiaofeng watched from afar as he poured the brewed plum blossom wine into the jar, then sealed his mouth, and then walked to the edge of the deep pool.

Under her surprised gaze, the jar slowly sank into the pool.

Mu Xiaofeng blinked, blinked again, turned around slowly, and closed the door gently.

At this moment, the heartbeat was inexplicably fast and a little chaotic.

I couldn't tell what it was like for a while, and for a long time, she was still quietly leaning against the door, unable to figure out what to do.

He makes wine for her and can make wine under the moon late at night!

What exactly is ...... in his heart?

When she got up in the early morning, Mu Xiaofeng was exceptionally quiet, and even Xia Xingshen hinted that she could reluctantly teach her to make wine, but she also absentmindedly excused herself.

Xia Xingshen didn't force it, just looked at her silently for a while, and then arranged for those beauties to leave first.

On the way back, Xia Xingshen looked at His Royal Highness Liwang, who had always adhered to the principle that silence was gold, and politely consulted Mu Xiaofeng's opinion, "Miss Mu, or take the carriage back to the city when you came?" ”

Mu Xiaofeng almost didn't even think about it, so he smiled and nodded, "Naturally, Xia Gongzi's carriage is comfortable, and the most important thing is that there is no suffocating and depressing atmosphere, I sit comfortably." ”

This is Chi Guoguo's sarcasm and accusation of leaving His Royal Highness's carriage, noble is noble, but she doesn't like it in her heart.

Because there was an iceberg in it, she felt depressed, and she also felt suffocated.

Xia Xingshen was surprised, and glanced at the man in brocade with a smile, "In that case, let's get in the car." ”

Turning around for a moment, he thought for a moment, then turned his head to Chu Lige and said, "Presumably, His Royal Highness doesn't like others to get close, and the rule of not liking to ride with others is still there?" ”

Chu Lige raised his eyes, rolled his eyes calmly, and glanced at him lightly. was about to speak, but saw his kind round-faced guard Zhang Huazheng hurrying over with a worried face