Dingdu is located in the north-central part of Jingheng Kingdom, and the snow comes later in winter.

Dealing with government affairs, Emperor Yongkun got up and took Dezhi out of the government affairs hall, last night's snow was not big, the snow on the palace road has already been swept away, because the weather is cold, a thin layer of accumulation on the top of the eaves wall has not melted, the internal force is concentrated, and you can see a layer of translucent ice crystals falling on the snow when you sweep it over.

A clean and clear world.

In winter, the grain in the grassland where the Hu people are entrenched in the north is sharply reduced, and the elite soldiers of Jingheng are pressing forward, and there are warm clothes on the front line, sufficient grain and grass, and a steady stream of charcoal and wood transported over.

Before the spring of the next year, Beihu will fall.

The battle report is still on the desk, and Yongkun's mood does not need to be guessed, it is very good.

Xi'er likes plums, the depths of the imperial garden are deliberately opened up out of the plum garden, there is internal force in the body, and is not afraid of the cold, every plum blossom season, Emperor Yongkun always has to go for a walk after dealing with government affairs.

The road is very quiet, everyone in the palace knows this habit, but no palace concubine will plan to stage a chance encounter here, the reason does not need to be said, the experience of the previous car is tragic enough to make people unforgettable.

The imperial garden is northern, Emperor Yongkun has five senses, the smell of cold snowflakes in the air carries the purest and cleanest fragrance of heaven and earth, mixed with a little bit of plum blossom fragrance that seems to be quiet and proud, and there is a light aroma of wine.

Dezhi has followed him since he was a child, loyal and loyal, and he will always be heaven and earth in front of Emperor Yongkun, but in fact, his own kung fu is enough to deter some people.

Seeing that Emperor Yongkun in front of him stopped, he also sniffed the smell in the air.

The plum fragrance mixed in the air is not the plum fragrance in the imperial garden behind him.

Emperor Yongkun has no heart for the harem, and this imperial garden was originally a fragrant field for all dynasties. So, in this generation, it is almost the most deserted place in the palace, there are not many flower seeds, plus winter, the snow is pressed, and it is all white. There is still the shadow of flowers.

As for the plum garden, Emperor Yongkun did not like people to approach, although he did not say it, but this is an unwritten rule in the palace but everyone remembers in mind, so the plum blossoms in it are allowed to grow, some grow barbaric, and some are sluggish.

In fact, flowers are also like people, and the fragrance of flowers is like the smell of the human body, and it seems to smell nothing bad, but the master of internal breath can distinguish one or two when he concentrates.

Now the air is mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms with a light wine, which makes people comfortable, and the specific senses are like the taste of childhood memories of food that often emerge in memory.

After Dezhi concentrated and distinguished, he no longer moved, and all his eyes were dutiful, and he only stayed on the bright yellow back of Emperor Yongkun.

Emperor Yongkun raised his feet and walked along the direction of this wine fragrance with Dezhi.

The palace of Jingheng Kingdom is not huge, but the range is definitely not small, and the two people seem to be stepping unhurriedly, but as soon as the figure passes, it is obviously only one step, and it seems that it is already three steps away.

"Your Majesty, this is the palace of the envoys."

"Hmm." When the words fell, the two of them had already arrived at the gate of the palace.

It is obvious that the palace name plate was newly hung up.

The three words fell on the light-colored wooden hall card, 'Qingming Palace', Wujin ink, even if it was a black font at a glance, but if you look carefully, the sunlight shines on the font everywhere and reflects the golden light.

The font is smooth, handsome and elegant, the ancient saying is like its person, at least one person's words can see half of the writer's heart and bones, the pen strength can see the temper or irritability, between the pen can judge whether indecisive or resolute, the font interval can be seen to be able to tolerate people and their own Cheng dù, and the last word rotation, which can see the resilience and tranquility of the heart dù.

Emperor Yongkun's sharp eyebrows frowned slightly, this word is not from Gong Shoufu, and just looking at this word, half of the pillars of his court have been defeated.

'Qingming Temple'. Gong Shoufu's baby granddaughter, he still knows the name, Qingruo, such a bright addition of a clear word will fall into the name of the palace, arrogant, and unscrupulous.

If Gong Shoufu told the truth earlier, she was making trouble to enter the palace, then such a person with such a heart, he ignored it for almost three months after entering the palace, and he should have gone to the government palace to ask for a meeting.

This has been three months of ignorance, there is no movement on her side, and she is so quiet that she almost forgets about the entry of Gong Shoufu's baby granddaughter into the palace in the palace.

Apparently...... There is something wrong in the matter, Gong Shoufu didn't have the courage to bully the king so blatantly, at least, the essence of some things did not match what he heard.

The bright yellow figure is too special, unique in this Jingheng country, not to mention that the person is magnificent, but he has a solemn sense of hiding from the world when he stands with his hands down.

Qingruo got up from the chair and led a group of palace people to salute and greet him, "Gong Qingruo has seen His Majesty, His Majesty Xià Wanfu Jin'an." ”

Emperor Yongkun stood at the door of the hall, looked down slightly, the posture of the salute was very standard, wearing a water-blue lining inside, and white fox fur on the outside, but the curtsy action was not only elegant and standard, but even the corners of the fox velvet did not fall to the ground.

The words of greeting are also in line with the noble woman's bearing, the voice is soft and clear, and every word is unhurried and clear, so that people can listen to it lightly and comfortably.

His mind went around for a moment, but it was only an instant, "Get up." ”

"Thank you."

Luo Luo generously took the palace people to get up, and his eyes fell on his face, but he didn't look directly into his eyes, which is the best place to look at him.

Emperor Yongkun has seen countless beauties, and this one is not the best-looking, but indeed, he instantly understood why a person like Gong Shoufu who had spent half his life in the bloody storm of the court would treasure him to the extreme.

She looked at him, her eyes were down-to-earth, with a soft and clean smile and respect, without half a bit of infatuation and admiration.

With just one glance, Emperor Yongkun confirmed that the news was indeed wrong.

Now is not the time to pursue the mistake.

Qingruo turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation to the back of his body, "Your Majesty, the courtiers are cooking sake, if you are interested in admiring your face and tasting it?" ”

Not far behind her, there was a small pavilion, which was not necessarily true, because there were bright green vines around the pillars, and transparent glass was used between the pillars, but when I looked at it, the glass was a little blurry, and I couldn't see it inside.

There are a few small windows open, and now the 'main entrance' is open, and the inside can be seen clearly.

It was arranged like a small dormitory, but with a piano table, a large table in the middle, and some small pink flowers in the corners.

Now there is a chessboard on the table in the middle, and sake is boiling at the same time.

Looks, very good.

Emperor Yongkun raised his feet and walked in, looked around and knew that the mixed plum blossom fragrance was for, there were a lot of plum blossoms in this yard, but all of them were white plums, covered by snow, not clear if you didn't look closely, but although the white plum was the most inconspicuous, it was indeed the most pleasing fragrance after the snow fell.

Emperor Yongkun was the first to raise his feet into the pavilion, and found that the inside was clear, he only saw through the door on the outside, the inside was much bigger than the outside, and the surrounding glass was blurry from the outside, and the inside was indeed very clear.

Qingruo had already followed into the house, and the main seat was naturally given to Emperor Yongkun.

He sat on the small round chair opposite and personally washed his wine glass, and the boiled sake was not only poured by Emperor Yongkun, but also by Dezhi.

"陛xià."

"Father-in-law."

Dezhi followed behind Emperor Yongkun, there was a row of chairs behind the big table, which was also very comfortable, it seemed to be specially prepared for him to follow the master like this, and he couldn't help but take a closer look at the slender hand who handed the wine glass. If Gong Qingruo does this, it is natural, smooth and beautiful, almost like painting.

"There's Miss Lao Gong."

In a short period of time, Emperor Yongkun has indeed given her a high evaluation.

There is a difference in the temperature between the inside and outside of the house, and Emperor Yongkun turned his head to look at it and knew the mystery and the principle of the same line as the greenhouse, but she is obviously very good here.

After finishing his work, Qing Ruocai smiled at Emperor Yongkun, clean, thorough, no fear, no infatuation, only the most pious respect and reverence of the people for their emperor.

Emperor Yongkun couldn't help but ease his expression, raised the white jade wine glass and took a sip of wine.

"Good wine." Two words, handsome and powerful.

Dezhi couldn't help but raise his wine glass and tasted it, what kind of taste can make His Majesty say good.

Qingruo bent his eyebrows and sat across from him, "The honor of the courtier." ”

In winter, cook hops fragrant greenhouse.

Emperor Yongkun's perennial cold eyes were imprinted with a little temperature.

There was a chessboard at hand, and halfway down, Emperor Yongkun glanced at it, which was not ordinary.

Instead, he asked her, "Yourself?" ”

Qingruo nodded, and took a sip of the wine in the wine glass, acting with the noble and feminine beauty of her daughter's family but not pretentious, she tilted her head and asked him, "I wonder if I can get the emperor's guidance?" ”

Emperor Yongkun often played chess with himself, in the silence of the night, or at the dawn of the break.

On the chessboard, Bai Zi was slightly weak, and Emperor Yongkun picked Bai Zi and answered her question directly with actions.

Qingruo smiled and picked up the sunspot.

Before entering the warm pavilion, she instructed Ruyi and Linglong, and the two of them came in with a slight movement to salute and serve pastries, and then Ruyi stood by behind her, and Linglong sat on the piano table on the side.

The soft sound of the piano sounded, Emperor Yongkun raised his eyes and glanced at it, the little girl on the opposite side was holding a sunspot with her fingertips, she was looking at the chessboard carefully, her expression was serious, but there was always a faint smile in her eyes, as if she was staggered with the warm winter sunshine.

At the beginning, the two of them were a little slow, and the more they went to the back, the faster they became, Qingruo had been forced into a desperate situation by Emperor Yongkun, his expression was very serious, but he never spoke, the sake was slightly sweet, Ruyi had been pouring wine on the side, and the sound of the piano had been soft.

The final blow.

The winner was decided.

Qingruo didn't hesitate to put down the chess pieces, sincerely, "Your Majesty has won, and the courtiers are not good at learning." ”

Emperor Yongkun looked at her, there was a table between the two, in fact, they were not far apart, there were some subtle beads of sweat on her forehead, the situation just now was indeed forced by him to be anxious, but he did not admit defeat when he fell into a dead situation, but put down the chess pieces cleanly when he won or lost in the end.

Now that he opened his mouth, his voice was already clean and soft, with a beautiful appearance peculiar to a sixteen-year-old girl.

Translucent apricot eyes, a smile, and a fighting spirit that does not admit defeat.

Poor learning.

If it were her grandfather, it might be hard to say whether she would win or lose, but none of the other auxiliary ministers above the court could hold her up for so long.

The corners of Emperor Yongkun's mouth showed a little curvature, "Do you want to win next time?" ”

Qingruo nodded heavily, if you want to win, why don't you want to win, as long as there is a game, then no one doesn't want to win.

Emperor Yongkun sighed softly in his heart, this Gong Qingruo, if he is a son, there must be him in this court, and he may become an auxiliary minister he cultivates for the next king.

Just met once and gave her such a high evaluation, Emperor Yongkun himself was a little surprised, but he was not too surprised when he thought about it.

"My chess master has written a book of ideas, and I will send someone to send it to you later."

Qingruo smiled brightly, according to her etiquette and meticulousness, it was time to salute him and thank him, but she didn't, just took the wine jug in Ruyi's hand and poured him wine herself, and opened her mouth with two more warm tones, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

He didn't have to reward the character, and she didn't bow either.

Emperor Yongkun nodded, as soon as she poured the wine, he took a sip of it, not much drunk, but obviously, the emperor's heart was comfortable at this moment.

When their chess game stopped, the sound of the piano stopped, and the maid sat quietly, although her appearance was delicate and clean, but her eyes barely touched the emperor, and when she did, there was only obedience in her eyes.

Dezhi looked at the emperor who was in a comfortable mood to stretch his eyebrows, and it was inevitable that he would be respectful to Qingruo and at the same time add maintenance.

There is no ambiguity in the relationship between Qingruo and the emperor, even if there is still an unclear identity problem between the two. But naturally, even if it is the first time we meet.

The emperor should have a feeling of making a friend today.

Born in the royal family, the bloody road to the heir, became the supreme but cold throne after the emperor.

The word friend, not to mention in the cognition of Emperor Yongkun, has never appeared in the cognition of Dezhi before.

Today, for some reason, the word has taken root in my mind.

**

Gong Qingruo.

Seven tricks of exquisite heart.

The only pity is that it's not a man's body.

- [Black Box]