After King Qi and Lin Xiaojin entered the palace gate together, the little eunuch who was hiding near the Yuqian Palace secretly turned around and ran away.

After Lin Xiaojin returned to the palace, the palace people of Yuqian Palace were all happy.

Lu Zhu was even more happy, and after celebrating, Lin Xiaojin found that he didn't see the maid Hongsu, but he thought that he was probably busy, and he didn't care.

Lu Zhu hurriedly pulled Lin Xiaojin to change clothes.

After all, she is the queen mother of a country, and it is always undignified to wear tattered Dao Po.

Lin Xiaojin felt that changing into better clothes was not a matter of whether it looked good or not, but that this robe was really cold!

And how to say it, King Qi is extravagant, and she wears a broken robe a bit like a begging person, which is always uncomfortable.

Xiao Qiye sat silently in the main hall of the Yuqian Palace, roasting the fire and warming his body.

He saw that most of the decorations in the Yuqian Palace were plain.

A lot of porcelain is still dusty, and at first glance, the palace people are carelessly tidying up.

The wide yard was bare, and there was a tree.

There were no leaves on the branches, and it looked like it was dead, and it was a depressed scene.

Xiao Qiye sighed, and could see that Lin Xiaojin had not had a good time in the palace over the years.

It's not like the royal aunt said in her mouth, she has everything.

It feels more like a woman who was locked up in the harem by the first emperor.

It's just that he can't figure out why the imperial brother wants to marry Lin Xiaojin since he doesn't like her.

After the change of the imperial brother's palace, he is already the emperor, what are you afraid of?

Could it really be the Lin family's military power?

When Xiao Qiye was still thinking about it, he saw the main gate being pushed open with a creak.

Lu Zhu wore a cyan palace maid's clothes and walked in with two cups of hot tea.

Lin Xiaojin followed.

She was wearing a crimson Luan Niao Chaofeng Palace dress, with a few gold wire-inlaid red luan dots on her jet-black cloud hair, and a pair of delicate soft-soled satin shoes on her feet.

She took small steps, raised her eyes and pursed her lips and smiled shyly, demure and lovely.

Xiao Qiye couldn't take his eyes off for a while, and was slightly stunned.

He was used to seeing Lin Xiaojin's grizzled face, and he had never seen her so dignified and luxurious.

Her face is as white as snow, the red pink rouge is moving, the innocent eyes, extremely clean, the touch of red on the cherry mouth, more enchanting than the charming peony flower, is really the most beautiful woman in Xiyao Country.

He suddenly wanted to hear Lin Xiaojin smiling and calling his name affectionately like before.

But Xiao Qiye also understood that this was impossible, unless Lin Xiaojin could remember the past.

But what's the use of remembering the past? He and she are always different from each other.

Xiao Qiye's inner throbbing converged, with a decent smile on his face, and he stood up and looked at Lin Xiaojin.

"Is there enough fire in the charcoal tub, is it warm to bake?"

Lin Xiaojin pursed his lips and smiled.

She saw that King Qi was slightly distracted, and thought that he was too cold to slow down.

At this time, Lu Zhu respectfully put the tea on the table, turned around and went down, standing outside the door.

The door of the hall is open, and you can see the fine snow falling in the courtyard.

Xiao Qiye's clear eyes looked at the white snow in the courtyard, and his heart fluctuated for a while, and he was about to say something. Lin Xiaojin sat on the stool and felt the cold wind blowing, and suddenly couldn't help but sneeze.

She immediately turned her head and waved her hand at Luzhu: "Luzhu is about to close the door, it's so cold!"

Xiao Qiye was a little poetic, but he was beaten by Lin Xiaojin's sneezing.