The next day, Miao Zhi woke up dimly, and noticed a trace of coolness on her arm, she was about to dress, Ning Er rushed in, the violet jacket with the little girl's head on the left and right buns, making people feel smart and cute.

Miao Zhi couldn't help but pinch her fuller cheeks, and asked lazily, "What's the good thing again?" Is it the old cat at the wall who gave birth? Or are you seeing ants in the cracks of the ground again? ”

Xiang Yan, who had just entered the door, laughed "poof", patted Ning Er, who was a little aggrieved by Miao Zhi, and her bright cheeks were also full of joy.

"It's neither, it's snowing outside."

"Really?" Miao Zhi hurriedly wrapped a cloak, put on embroidered shoes and ran out of the door.

Everywhere you look, there is a scene of white snowflakes, like white elves, wearing layers of white gauze skirts, fluttering from the sky. The bare branches of the courtyard are covered with crystal tree hangings, some like antlers, some like coral, and so on.

Even several pine trees on the side of the wall were dressed in snow-white coats, and they stood upright one by one, like dutiful soldiers.

Miao Zhi stretched out her hand, and a few naughty snowflakes fell on her warm palm, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, only the slightest coolness spread throughout her body.

It's so beautiful, I lived hard in my last life, I didn't have the opportunity to feel the bits and pieces around me, and I was busy with my mother every day. In this life, there is no computer, TV, books and chores, and there is more leisure time to feel life.

Thinking about it like this, she thought of her mother in the 21st century again, her nose shrunk for a while, and her eyes turned red.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Why do you cry in such a beautiful snowy scene? Ning Er made a snowball and asked with a blank expression.

"It's okay, the wind is blowing and I'm blind."

She replied, taking another sharp breath, and at this moment, even the air smelled clean and refreshing.

At this time, the little palace maid who had been serving Mama Xi for the past few days appeared with a green oil paper fan like an onion, she walked quickly to Miao Zhi, squatted down and bowed, so she showed her intention.

It turned out that it was because the weather suddenly turned cold last night, and the elderly teaching mother happened to be infected with the wind cold, and I was afraid that I would not be able to come over in recent days, so I sent the little palace maid to inform.

Such good news caught people off guard, the figure of the little palace maid had just disappeared outside the courtyard gate, and Miao Zhi almost jumped up happily.

Xiang Yan flew to the end of the snow-covered tree, and Miao Zhi was wondering, she just dropped a sentence and disappeared in an instant.

After Miao Zhi heard that, two clusters of crimson suddenly rose on her pale face, and even the moist earlobes were flushed.

It turned out that she went to report to Yuan Hongxuan, and such a good time could not be wasted.

Ning Er was also full of joy when she heard this, and she was busy pulling Miao Zhi to freshen up, and even applied a small amount of jasmine balm to her over and over again, which made her cry and laugh.

At that time, the snow stopped, and Xiang Yan also returned. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Yuan Hongxuan went directly out of the city from the Yuan Mansion and waited for them on the official road outside the city.

When Miao Zhi heard this, she appreciated Yuan Hongxuan's carefulness again.

Outside the city, on the side of the official road, the two carriages finally gathered, and Qimang was reluctantly driven off the carriage by Yuan Hongxuan, and then picked up Miaozhi.

The carriage marched, and a thick curtain separated the coachman from the two men in the carriage.

Looking at each other, both of them were inexplicably nervous, and even their breathing was a little short.

The man looked even more majestic today, the well-fitting light blue jacket and long shirt lined his face like jade, the bridge of his handsome nose was like a knife, his sword eyebrows were in the sideburns, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his black hair was held high.

The woman opposite him can be described as a country and a city, her bun is like a flowing spring, she wears an off-white placket jacket, and a flowing cloud gauze silk skirt, which is dusty and elegant. The embroidery on the clothes is white at first glance, and when you look closely, you know that it is gorgeous and extraordinary, embroidered with blooming white peonies, and the buttons are made into the shape of butterflies, and the butterfly wings are inlaid with gold and silver, and the craftsmanship is exquisite.

The two of them were speechless after a few polite words. The air in the carriage became a little thinner in an instant, and Yuan Hongxuan felt that his body, which had always been afraid of cold, was actually sweating.

Although the official road was flat, but in the end it was covered by heavy snow and could not see the road conditions, the carriage accidentally caught a big stone, the car jolted hard, the two people in the carriage were bounced up, and the woman leaning against the wall of the carriage stumbled, and fell into the warm and thick arms in front of her.

The woman's tender white cheeks were like a ripe apple, she was a little embarrassed, and she wanted to get up immediately, but she was surrounded by the man's powerful arms around her chest.

Yuan Hongxuan didn't know what was wrong with him, when the woman's soft body fell towards him, his head was blank, and he could only open his arms instinctively.

"Plop, plop." In the quiet carriage, both of them could hear each other's heartbeats, both so fast and powerful.

The man's chest was hot, and even through the thick winter coat, the scorching warmth could still iron her cheeks and palms through the fabric.

She moved restlessly, the man's arms tightening around her.

Yuan Hongxuan's cold face also had a hint of redness, and his rational and calm mind was rarely blank for a moment. The woman in her arms has a soft and waxy body, and her crystal pink face is rippling with layers of crimson, which is exquisite. The green silk like a waterfall is softly draped behind him, and the touch is like a fine brocade.

She leaned meekly and obediently in his arms, and the jasmine scent emanating from her body brushed his cheeks and snorted from time to time, making him intoxicated.

"Zhi'er, my Zhi'er." He sighed, hugging the woman in his arms tightly, but he didn't dare to exert himself, for fear of hurting her.

After a while, she opened her lips slightly, spit out a "hmm" softly, and rubbed her head against his chest.

Yuan Hongxuan felt the woman's response, and the smile on the corner of his lips became stronger, "Zhi'er, I like you." ”

His heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but let out a long, nervous breath.

The man's voice in his ears was mellow and gentle, like hot wine, which made people's hearts warm when they heard it, and there was a magic power of reassurance.

"I like you too." She closed her eyes slightly, her cicada-like eyelashes trembling slightly, unable to extricate herself from this warm embrace.

"Huh!" Yuan Hongxuan chuckled. Hearing her answer like this, his heart seemed to be soft, and there was sweetness everywhere.

"Childe, it's here." The old coachman's sluggish voice came through the thick curtains.

"It's here, let's go down!" He finally removed his arm from behind her back and spoke warmly to the woman in his arms.

Miao Zhi wondered very much, she had been walking for so long, patronizing you and me, and only then did she remember that she hadn't come at all and asked where Yuan Hongxuan was going, it seemed that she was really about to be carried away by this sweetness.

When Yuan Hongxuan got out of the carriage, she had to pat her hot cheeks.