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"The Phoenix Emperor is flying, the feathers are feathers, and the sky is also Fu." Shen Qiwu held the scroll in his hand, flipped through it with interest, and even groaned softly when he saw it.

Huan'er, the girl who was standing on the side and waiting, shrugged her eyebrows and carefully peeled the fruit skin.

Shen Qiwu felt that his wrist was slightly sour, and he put down the scroll and rubbed it.

Huan'er hurriedly fed the peeled flesh to Shen Qiwu's mouth, since the young lady recovered from a serious illness, she seemed to have changed as if she was a different person, not only became fond of reading, but also her temperament became softer.

The subordinates of them are no longer beaten and scolded arbitrarily as before, and have become particularly kind.

Shen Qiwu swallowed the flesh of the fruit in one gulp, and sighed in his heart that this kind of life is really corrupt, and there will be someone waiting for everything.

Fortunately, at least there is no one to take a shower for you.

It was noon, and there was a soft call from outside the door.

Huan'er responded softly and whispered in Shen Qiwu's ear.

"Well, you tell Grandmother, and I'll be there later." Shen Qiwu frowned slightly, and stranded the hair that was messy between his ears.

Huan'er stepped back and gently closed the door.

The young woman in the bronze mirror was in a daze, and Shen Qiwu was lying on her elbows, as if she was not very used to this kind of life.

The Shen Mansion was full of lights, and the people were in a hurry, filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year's Festival.

Shen Qiwu quickly packed up her mind, she gently covered the bronze mirror, put on a snow-white fox fur and walked on the snow in the garden.

"Grandmother."

In the hall sat an old woman, her demeanor was graceful and luxurious, she wore a purple gold treasure hairpin, held a teacup in her hand, and her face was always smiling.

Shen Qiwu came to the hall, took off his coat, and shook off the snow. She knelt gently beside the old woman, her head buried in her grandmother's knees.

"It's such a big girl, why are you still so childish?" The old woman looked loving, gently stroked Shen Qiwu's hair, and her eyes were full of love.

Shen Qiwu raised his head and said with a smile: "By my grandmother's side, Qiwu would rather be just a child. "The feeling of attachment is beyond words.

Grandmother's fingers gently poked at Shen Qiwu's head, feeling helpless at her.

"Your father has sent someone to urge you to go back quickly." Grandmother took a sip of hot tea and warmed her stomach.

Shen Qiwu secretly screamed that it was not good, her damn father would send someone to urge her every once in a while, which made her annoyed.

Grandmother seemed to see through her mind and put down the teacup. Frowning slightly sternly, "This time, don't try to fool around again, now the crown prince is about to choose a concubine." The two saints in the palace want to see you by name. ”

"Grandmother~Mother, can you not go back?" Shen Qiwu shook his grandmother's arm, with a look of grievance, pitifully coquettish to the old woman.

"The power of heaven is unpredictable, although your father is now in the ascendancy, he may not be able to predict that there will be unforeseen circumstances one day. Thunder, rain and dew are all graces. The two saints are now fond of you and want to choose you as the crown princess, so that my Shen family will have your support in the future, and there will be no disaster of annihilation. Grandmother's words were serious, and she caressed Shen Qiwu's cheeks, doting and distressed.

It's just a blame, you voted for the wrong mother's womb and became a child of the Shen family.

Then you should contribute to the future of the Shen family.

The wind and snow are still blowing outside, but the inside of the house is as warm as spring.

The squeak of coal burning.

Shen Qiwu didn't speak anymore, and the atmosphere in the room was a little dull.

At this time, the people served rich wine and food, preparing to welcome the arrival of the New Year for the Shen Mansion in advance.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the starry sky is inked.

The room was brightly lit, and Shen Qiwu stood quietly by the window, holding the scroll in his hand and squinting slightly, looking at the wind and snow outside the window.

The wind and snow were very fast, obscuring the fireworks that should be there during the New Year.

This New Year has been upsetting for Shen Qiwu.

Huan'er thoughtfully found a robe for her and gently draped it on Shen Qiwu's shoulders.

"Huan'er, how long have you been in the Shen Mansion?" Outside the house, there was wind and snow drifting, falling between Shen Qiwu's hair. She didn't realize it at all, she just recruited God.

Huan'er replied softly.

"Back to Miss, it's been ten years since Huan'er came to you."

"Ten years?" Shen Qiwu was surprised, and the scroll in his hand slipped involuntarily.

Huan'er nodded and picked up the scroll for her, her immature little face looking a little dry because of the heater.

"That's right." Shen Qiwu pursed his lips and put his hand on the window, not knowing what to say.

Huan'er put the scroll on the sandalwood table, and then began to carefully cover the bed quilt for Shen Qiwu.

Shen Qiwu looked back at her from time to time, looked at her busy and petite back, and shook his head with a wry smile.

The more snowy it was outside, the worse her mood became.

As soon as he thought that he was about to return to that impersonal place and marry a man he had never met, Shen Qiwu's heart sank.

"Miss, rest in peace, the old lady ordered us to leave for Beijing tomorrow." Huan'er made the bed quilt and came to the window to close the snowy sky for her.

"Tomorrow?" Shen Qiwu slapped one hand on his forehead, quite a headache. I was thinking about delaying it for a few more days, but I didn't have time for her to think about what to do.

The Shen family is a famous family in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there are many side branches all over the court and the opposition. Even if my grandmother is the oldest person in the family, she can't resist the persecution of the clan.

No one dared to shake their heads at the saint in this matter.

"Huan'er, why don't we run away?" Shen Qiwu held his chin in his hand, thoughtful.

As for that bullshit prince, to hell with him.

Huan'er didn't know how to answer, just lowered her eyebrows and twisted her fingers a little uneasy.

It seems that escaping is really a good choice, Shen Qiwu thought so, ignoring Huan'er's surprised gaze and preparing to pack up his things.

"Miss, if you leave like this, we will all be executed by the saints." Huan'er is still young and a little timid.

Just hearing the name of the saint is already panicking, let alone going against the will of the saint.

Shen Qiwu pursed his lips, a little upset.

The stove in the house went out, and Huan'er hurriedly fed charcoal into the stove.

When she saw that Shen Qiwu had obediently slipped into the quilt, Huan'er showed a smiling face. She blew out the lights and tiptoed back.

Shen Qiwu couldn't sleep for a long time, and the whining of wind and snow came from outside the window, disturbing people's hearts.

Tentatively stepping out of the window with one foot, Shen Qiwu, who was wrapped in a fur coat, still shivered involuntarily.

"Forget it, it's so cold outside, I'd better go back to the bed and lie down." Shen Qiwu frowned and muttered to himself, a little dissatisfied with the weakness of his body.

The wind and snow outside seemed to taunt her.

The only sound in the room was the burning of coal.

Shen Qiwu stared at the stove with such a distraction.

Sleepless nights.