The first day of the Lunar New Year is a day to visit each other to pay New Year's greetings, although the snow is all over the world, but it does not stop everyone from going out.

Zhongli Wenjun is a person who has never liked to be lively, even on the first day of the New Year, he doesn't like to go out, after breakfast, he only goes to Prime Minister Xiao Cheng, and waits for himself to say a New Year's hello to several seniors in the court and returns to the mansion, because of its special status in the court, at the beginning of the new year, there are many people who come to the mansion to greet themselves for the New Year, and there are many people who are kings and grandsons, Wenjun doesn't like these very much, but he is not only a member of the court but also a horse captain, and is trusted by the new emperor, He is in the officialdom and as a royal family is unavoidable, as long as he can't be in the middle of the court for a day, then he will have to be involuntary for a day, life in the world is not satisfactory, since he chose to respect his father's last words to gain fame and enter the official career, he is ready to be involuntary in the officialdom, married Zi Yan He is a concubine, and his identity is even more ordinary, and the helplessness is a little more than that of ordinary officialdom. As a person, there are too many people who can not do what they want, only to completely abandon the red dust, live in seclusion in the mountains and forests to be a hermit who does not ask about the world, like a smile, the grass is green in spring, and how many people can do it in time? Zhongli Wenjun longed to be a hermit, but after all, he still walked and stopped in the red dust.

After noon, the princess's mansion was temporarily calm, and Zhongli Wenjun went to the garden to enjoy the plum blossoms and paint.

The sun hangs high in the sky with the current car, and the red plum is proud of the snow in the garden, and the white plum is shengfang, and the snow is white.

Between Wen Jun's slow steps and the plum fragrance on this snowy road, his heart involuntarily drifted into the distance.

Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone for a while, and Wen Jun found a suitable position and began to paint.

Zhongli Wenjun was concentrating on painting a red plum that bloomed just right, looking at it a few times, painting a few strokes, completely immersing himself in the painting and the flowers, concentrating, and forgetting the camp.

After Zi Yan finished dealing with some of the ladies of the court who came to the house to invite her, she went to the palace to visit the concubines of Emperor Tiande, as well as to a few old concubines, this year was very boring for Zi Yan, Empress Dowager Xiao was not in the palace, and Murong Yichuan took Wanruo to the palace for the New Year, Emperor Tiande died less than a year, and Murong Zhiyuan did not know where to go, the Murong royal family has experienced too many ups and downs in the past year, That battle for the throne, no matter who won or lost, was a war she didn't want to see for Zi Yan, but she was powerless to stop it, so she could only watch silently. Since the matter has come to this point and cannot be changed, Zi Yan only hopes that from now on, the Murong royal family can be peaceful and peaceful, and the Taizheng Dynasty can be peaceful for a long time.

Zi Yan accompanied Empress Xiao and Concubine De, Yun Zhaoyi, and several princes in Ningshou Palace to have lunch before leaving the palace.

Zi Yan heard the maid say that the horse was painting in the garden, so she didn't bother to change her clothes and hurriedly looked for it.

When Zi Yan came to the clock, Wen Jun had already painted the plum not far away, and was carefully looking at it, sitting quietly on the chair, quiet as a sculpture. Zi Yan came to him without the slightest notice.

Zi Yan lowered her eyebrows and looked at the plum picture drawn in Wen Jun's hand, and the corners of her eyes showed a strong sense of appreciation, seeing that he didn't realize that he was behind him, this feeling of being ignored was normal for Zi Yan, Zi Yan was determined to play tricks on Wen Jun to retaliate for his slow treatment of herself, so Zi Yan quietly walked away, grabbed a handful of snow from the side and put it in her hand.

Zi Yan returned to Wen Jun's back, and Chun stuffed a handful of snow directly into the man's neck.

Zhongli Wenjun, who was always quiet by the snow, reacted, he hurriedly reached out and took out the snowball in his neck, and looked sideways at the woman standing in front of him, "I didn't expect my princess to be so naughty after a year." Wen Jun was not displeased at all at Zi Yan's teasing, and stared at the innocent wife in front of him with pity in his eyes, but that kind of pity was for his brother to his sister.

Zi Yanwan'er sat directly on Wen Jun's lap, put her hands around his neck and pretended to be aggrieved, you don't care about people after they have been here for a long time, I am not as good as this painting in your eyes.

Listening to Zi Yan's thick vinegar language, Zhongli Wenjun raised his eyebrows and smiled, his fingers gently caressed Zi Yan's slightly powdered face, and half-jokingly said It seems that my lady drank a lot of vinegar at noon.

"I like this painting." Zi Yan picked up the plum picture that Wen Jun had just drawn, and said domineeringly while admiring it.

Wen Jun pursed his lips and looked at the begonia red jacket skirt on Zi Yan's body, and looked at Mei in the garden, frowned, and immediately had an idea, and hurriedly pushed Zi Yan away and said You go to stand by the plum tree in that class.

Zi Yan understood in her heart and hurriedly ran towards the plum tree that Wen Jun knew.

Zi Yan, dressed in begonia red, stood side by side with red plums, and suddenly overwhelmed the fragrance of plums, and when he saw the scenery of Yiren supporting plum branches, Wen Jun immediately thought about it, and killed the painting just now and painted it again.

Zi Yan quietly held Mei Zhi and waited for Wen Jun to paint herself under the brush, she hoped that she would be the only woman under his brush in this life.

The beautiful scenery of this good day, Zi Yan felt very comfortable.

After a while, Wen Jun put down his paintbrush and walked slowly to Zi Yan's side, "But finished painting?" Zi Yan asked softly.

Wen Jun looked Zi Yan up and down and said that it would take a while.

While saying this, Wen Jun reached out and took off the hairpin ring bead on Zi Yan's head, opened her bun, and the scattered hair hung down on both sides, and then Wen Jun folded two plum branches full of stamens and inserted them on Zi Yan's temples, "Stand here and don't move." Wen Jun whispered to Zi Yan. Zi Yan smiled and nodded.

Wen Jun went back to paint, his eyes have been staring at Zi Yan of Fumei, and he refused to put down the pen, when suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the plum blossoms fell in the wind, like a piece of red snow, falling on Zi Yan's hair, on the clothes, and a little between Zi Yan's eyebrows, the long hair hanging on both sides fluttered lightly with the wind, and the flowers that fell on it slipped down, this version of the beautiful scenery made Wen Jun's eyes light up, his eyes smiled, and after the wind stopped, the pen in his hand flew on the paper, and his heart was surging like a spring, and he almost sang together, When the last stroke fell, Wen Juncai let out a long breath, and after a while, he picked up the pen again and wrote four sentences next to the painting. The fragrance is fragrant, and the plum blossoms are looking back.

After putting down the pen again, Wen Jun waved at Zi Yan, this was the first time that Zhongli Wen Jun painted for Zi Yan so carefully, the past was perfunctory for her to smile, and in the past, he only had her in his pen