Plum is always perfect in the cold of the year, which is the so-called plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold.

The plum blossoms of the imperial garden are all blooming, and when the garden is depressed, it is the only plum blossom that stands out, and the plum is the only color in the eyes of people in this lonely winter. The weather is fine, as if she went to the imperial garden to walk alone in the plum forest, while admiring the plum blossoms while thinking about her thoughts, she knew that Murong Yichuan would be able to return to Beijing in three or two days, and the reunion was just around the corner, but the closer it was, the more chaotic her heart became. It seems to like the feeling of a single step on the flowers, accompanied by flowers, the heart also feels soft, Chunlan, summer lotus, autumn chrysanthemum, winter plum are her favorites, but only for this cold plum has a different feeling, the fragrance of the cold plum is different from others, the fragrance is slightly bitter that is not lightly perceived, only people who have experienced some hardship or really understand the plum can smell the slight bitterness in this plum fragrance, as if they do not think that they are the most understanding of everyone, However, I can still feel the bitterness in the plum fragrance, maybe because I have tasted too much bitterness in life. White plum is like snow, red plum is like xia, like holding a white plum and red plum, between the two plums, she seems to feel as if she has turned into a plum tree, standing quietly between the world and the world. It seems that the favorite is the cinnabar plum in the center of Merrill Lynch, although there are only seven or eight of them, but its gorgeous cinnabar flowers are enough to overwhelm the plums, becoming the most dazzling in the whole plum forest or the entire imperial garden. It was like holding the cinnabar plum in his hand, slowly lowering his head to kiss a budding flower, and his eyes were full of deep pity. It's like pity for the flowers, as if she pities her own hair and skin, many times she will confide her heart to the flowers, she longs for the flowers to give herself a response, but often the eyes are silent to ask the flowers. Although no one appreciates the plum blossoms with herself, but the love for the flowers is also the same as in the past, but for a long time she sighed slightly at the plum blossoms with low branches, and whispered silently that people pity the flowers like the old, and the flowers do not know how thin people are. Just when she was sad about the flower, a soft child's voice came from behind her, "Queen Mother, Queen Mother." As if thinking it was his own hallucination, his heart said that Xue'er was not in the Guogong Mansion, did she come back? As if she suddenly looked back, she saw Qian Xue standing in front of her, the little girl was holding a white plum in her hand, and there was a concentric knot hanging on the white plum branch, "The queen mother gives it to you." Xiao Qianxue handed the white plum tied with the concentric knot to Wanruo's hand, "Where did Xue'er come from?" As if he took Bai Mei from his daughter's hand with a surprised face, "My father asked me to give it to you." The little girl said sweetly with big eyes.

"Your father?" As if suspecting that he had misheard, he would be back in three or two days.

Qian Xue nodded lightly, grabbed a few plum blossoms and quietly threw them away, leaving her as if she was standing there in a daze.

As if she was stunned for a while, when she turned around again, she was stunned again, only to see a man in a white robe standing in front of her, with a gold belt across his waist and a white robe, the corners of his eyebrows were quiet, the jade tree was in the wind, and his eyes were deep and instantly turned into ten thousand tenderness, "If I come back." The two looked at each other for a long time, and they knew what lovesickness was to make people lose weight, and they were each haggard a lot for a few months, and finally the other party broke the silence, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he sounded a little tired.

As if she still thought that a qiē was just in a dream, she had imagined countless times that the two of them would not see each other for more than 200 days and nights, but she didn't expect that the two of them were so calm opposite each other at the moment, with a plum plant between them, as if neither of them meant to get close, his sentence I came back so softly, it had already melted in the biting cold wind, and the white plum in his hand had been warmed by himself.

It was as if she moved her lips and her mouth swallowed back, and at this moment she couldn't say a word, and her tears rolled down in big pieces.

Murong Yichuan pushed away the plum tree and took the woman who was crying with joy into his arms, and finally he finally hugged his beloved wife in his arms, the smell of her body, the tears in the corners of her eyes, her softness, her ...... As before, his longing for many days can finally be fully possessed at this moment, and the longing for too long has turned into a force rushing out of his heart at this moment, and he uses all his strength to hug his beloved wife tightly, as if to integrate her into his bone marrow.

Although I felt the difficulty of breathing, it seemed that there was no struggle, and such a domineering and fiery embrace seemed to be as long as centuries, and at this moment, I didn't want to be pushed away lightly.

A slight cold wind blew, and the plum blossoms fell down the wind, like a beautiful flower rain falling on the couple who were saying goodbye.

After a long time, Murong Yichuan realized that he might be holding too hard, so he hurriedly relaxed, and looked at the tearful face of the woman in his arms with low eyebrows, "My Ruoruo is so sentimental, crying with joy and crying with sadness, it really makes me feel distressed." Murong Yichuan wiped away tears with his wide palm, this action has been lost for a long time. You lied, didn't you say that you would come back in three or two days?" seemed to pinch the corner of Murong Yichuan's clothes and complained coquettishly.

Murong Yichuan lowered his eyebrows and said with a smile, I want to surprise you, it's too cold here, let's go back to Sun Moon Xuan to talk about something else.

Wanruo nodded and lowered her head, and couldn't help but say that Murong Yichuan picked up Wanruo directly and walked out of Merlin quickly, as if enjoying this long-lost warmth, in the man's warm and powerful arms, she felt that the wind blowing was warm.

The palace maids and eunuchs in Sun Moon Xuan were all shocked by the sudden arrival of Murong Yichuan, and everyone was in a hurry to take over, while the Chunxiang sisters were busy making Murong Yichuan the Pu'er tea he liked to drink.

It's freezing outside, but it's warm inside.

When he returned to Sun Moon Xuan, he seemed to be busy with the nurse to bring the little brother and sister.

It didn't take much effort, and the two nurses hugged Xiao Yunkai and Xiao Danhe in front of Murong Yichuan.

Murong Yichuan held a pair of children in his arms one by one, perhaps it was the nature of father and son, although the little brother and sister were seeing their father for the first time, they did not feel stranger at all, pulling the little guy without crying or making trouble, and smiled sweetly at their father, Murong Yichuan's eyes focused on his son Yunkai, and he looked at almost eighty-eight sixty-four glances at the next glance, and there was endless love and pity between his eyebrows.

"Ruoruo, you see that Yunkai is like me, and Danhe is like Qing." Murong Yichuan said happily to his side.

For Murong Yichuan, he is now firmly seated in the country, and he also has an heir, which can be regarded as a complete life.

Seeing the man's happy eyebrows, it was like feeling a warm current in his heart.

After a while, Murong Yichuan returned a pair of children to the nurse and sent them down.

Chunhong sent the brewed Pu'er tea to Murong Yichuan, "Your Majesty, please drink tea, I heard that you are going back to Beijing, Niangniang instructed the slaves and maids to prepare the new Pu'er this year, as well as the rootless water collected during the heavy snow solar term." "Seeing Murong Yichuan come back Chunhong is naturally happy, because her West Wind Lie is also back, and more importantly, she is happy.

Seeing the Pu'er tea in the egg white glazed tea cup, Murong Yichuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a chill passed over his face, "I'm not thirsty now, no, take this tea, and I don't want to drink Pu'er in the future." Murong Yichuan said coldly, which made Wanruo and Chunhong very surprised, I remembered that this Pu'er tea was Murong Yichuan's favorite tea, why today? Chunhong didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly went out with a teapot and teacup.

"How can the husband be angry with this Pu'er tea zhi?" As if asking cautiously.

Murong Yichuan said in a slower tone, this time Dali is actually supporting Murong Zhiyuan, which has caused me a lot of resistance, Pu'er is produced in Dali, and when I see this tea, I think of the monarch of Dali who does not know whether to live or die, and I don't want to mention unpleasant things.

Hearing that the other party said this, it seemed that he knew it, and it was not good to ask more, so he hurriedly said If you don't like Pu'er, then I will send Chunhong to change purple bamboo shoot tea for you.

Murong Yichuan turned around and looked at him for a long time before saying that I don't want to drink tea now, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and we should catch up with each other.

As if she nodded, before she could think about what to say next, her body was already in the man's arms.

Murong Yichuan picked it up gently and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom.

The curtain was rolled up, and Murong Yichuan couldn't wait to tear Wanruo's buttons, "Husband, you just came back—" Wanruo struggled slightly, and there were still too many things to say to him in his heart, but the man was going to do ** things at the moment, and he was not ready for this. If he doesn't like Murong Yichuan to express his love for the bed very much, he remembers that in the past, he had to indulge in lust when he was in pain, and the same was true when he was happy, "Husband and wife naturally have to give this week's gift before seeing each other after a long absence." Murong Yichuan said with an ambiguous voice, his eyes full of tenderness were already full of longing, as if the big bad wolf lost in the desert finally saw a fat lamb after many days of hunger.

Murong Yichuan had already not allowed the slightest disobedience, and he didn't have time to give her too much comfort before he directly became one with her body.

"If I miss you." The man's muttering melted into his heavy breathing.

The slightest pain under his body made him feel like he had the urge to cry, but this pain carried a long-awaited pleasure, slowly as if the passion latent in his body was completely aroused by the wildness of the man. As if he released all his passion to cater to the other party, he also took out all his emotions, maybe after a long absence, this hearty ** love Shen Guo has a thousand words of affection.