In the soft morning light, the earth was snow-white, and the whole space shone with silver-white light. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like goose feathers, one after another.

The dark fragrance is overflowing, and the plum blossoms are thick. The ink-colored thin branches, the vigorous and powerful stretch, and the vermilion dots of red plums, are scattered and dotted among them. One branch stands out, and several flowers compete for beauty. The whole plum forest is filled with a faint fragrance.

In the depths of the plum forest, a stream runs through it, and the petals of the flowers follow the flowing water, and the dark fragrance is full of clear waves.

Li Chun, dressed in a black robe, with a vermilion collar and a hat, sat by the stream in the depths of the plum blossom forest, fishing alone.

Qing'er was by the stream, and the fire was lit in the depths of the plum forest, waiting for the fish caught by Li Chun for breakfast. Inadvertently, Qing'er glanced at Li Chun a few more times. I never thought that this cold-faced prince, who usually seems to be unruly, would be so serious and focused, like an old man wearing a hat, fishing in the snow like water, between the vast world and the world, poetic and picturesque. Unconsciously, Qing'er actually paid attention to his every move and his attentive look.

After a while, Li Chun came with three fish. I got up early in the morning, and it took me about two hours to catch three fish. In winter, the number of fish is naturally not as good as in the flood season in midsummer, but their own efforts can be regarded as rewarding, enough for breakfast.

Li Chunqing'er gathered around the fire and began to grill the fish. The snow is flying between the heavens and the earth, and the plum blossoms are blooming.

Qing'er glanced at Li Chun, "The prince is really worthy of the morning light today, in just two hours, he actually caught three fish, which is really quite elegant for anglers." I'm afraid that even if I don't become a prince in the future, I can be a fisherman, and I can be regarded as having a craft, at least I won't live on the streets and beg for food along the streets. ”

Li Chun got up slowly, his eyes looked into the distance, "I don't know why?" But I envy the fisherman so much. In the vast world, fishing in the ice and snow during the day, "his eyes were withdrawn from a distance, looking at Qing'er affectionately." The cold wind blew, and the petals of the plum blossoms flying with the wind fell on her fluffy bun. ”

Qing'er only felt that her face was hot, and she wanted to laugh at him, but she didn't expect to be teased by him instead.

"That being said, there are a few people who can give up the right to be high, prosperous and rich, and willing to be a country husband, and from then on they will be unknown, but they will die. Not to mention a prince. Qing'er gave him a cold look and continued to grill the fish.

Li Chun's deep eyes glanced into the distance, "I all think that the prince has the supreme right and has a qiē." Lifelong glory and wealth, fine clothes and fine food. But there are a few people who know the sorrow of the prince and the helplessness of the prince. A few people knew how terrifying the cold on the heights was. With his hands behind his back, looking at the white world, "They all thought I was unruly, indifferent and ruthless, but who understands me?" Who knows me? ”

Qing'er looked at his lonely figure, sad words, thoughtful. Why would he say such things today? Why are his deep eyes so cold? Could it be that debauchery is not his true temperament? But why did he hide his true self? Could it be that a prince with supreme power will also have his own hardships? I really don't know, does the most enviable prince in heaven and earth really have a sorrow that the world doesn't understand? If so, what kind of sorrow is it?

Li Chun's change in front of him caused Qing'er's doubts and puzzlement, but it also aroused Qing'er's interest in exploring to the end.

Qing'er said softly: "Others can't cultivate such blessings in several lifetimes, why does the prince regard it as dung, like a silkworm cocoon that binds people, could it be that the prince has unbearable suffering?" ”

Li Chun looked at the vast sky, his eyes were full of sadness, "What a great way to look at it, the waves and tears are empty; There is no one to return to the past, who will send Fangchun. ”

Isn't this a poem given to Wei Zheng by Emperor Taizong? Qing'er pondered. Wei Zheng passed away, and Taizong was grief-stricken, regretting the loss of a mirror of his own body and the loss of the talents who helped the world. So at this time, is he in Si Taizong's virtuous virtue, or is it difficult to find Si Zhongchen? Could it be that I underestimated him in the past?

Qing'er asked lightly: "Isn't this Taizong's "Hope to Send Wei to the Funeral"?" I don't know why the prince remembers his ancestors so much at this time? ”

Li Chun's deep eyes were full of sadness, "Even though I have the virtue of remembering the ancestors, chasing the sages of the ancestors, and admiring the prosperity of the ancestors, I am sad that I can't see the sage of the house plot and the talent of Yao Chongzhang'......"

Qing'er didn't feel a shock in her heart. I never expected that under his uninhibited appearance, he would have such a compassionate and compassionate feeling, and a heart to help the world and the people. Could it be that he was misunderstood before?

Qing'er took the grilled fish in her hand, got up, walked in front of Li Chun, handed him one, and held one in her own hand. Li Chun caught it and held it in his hand.

Qing'er said lightly: "Since the Anshi Rebellion, the military revolution has not stopped, and the people have been ruined without accusation, for more than 200 years. All industries withered, the people did not have a good life, the disadvantages of several generations piled up together, it has long been full of holes, and it is difficult to return. All industries are prosperous, the road is not forgotten, and the prosperity of all countries is like a dream, which has become a memory in the hearts of the bitter people and a topic of discussion on the streets. ”

Li Chun glanced at the grilled fish in his hand, and couldn't help but feel sad, "At the moment, I still have fine clothes and food, and I don't have to worry about food and clothing, but I just pity my Tang people." At present, natural disasters**, famine and plague, it is a pity that the people are not living! The war is full of wounds, and all kinds of waste are waiting to be raised, even if they have the heart of compassion for the people and help the world, they have no right to make decisions and have no virtuous ministers to accompany them. Can you just just watch Datang go through the storm? ”

Looking at Li Chun's sad eyes, Qing'er sighed, "It will only be all living beings who will suffer!" ”

Li Chun's grief was unbearable, "At present, the Tang Dynasty is divided, and the feudal towns are divided, it can be said that 'the county generals are self-sufficient, often endowed, and the feudal towns are abolished, not from the imperial court', Tian Chenghei according to Wei Bo, Li Baochen according to Chengde, and Li Huaixian according to Fan Yang." The northwest frontier defense was weakened, and the Tibetans and the party took the opportunity to repeatedly disturb the people, and the Turks and Tugu were ready to move. Border troubles are frequent, internal affairs are not repaired, traitors are in charge, and the people are miserable. ”

Seeing him so worried, Qing'er felt inexplicable heartache. Qing'er slowly walked up to him and whispered, "Eat!" The fish are cooled! ”

Li Chun turned his face, glanced at Qing'er with deep eyes, and said lightly, "I don't know why, I will talk to you so much today." "I gently picked a plum blossom that was blooming and inserted it into Qing'er's fluffy bun.

Don't know why? Qing'er didn't dodge, and let him gently insert the plum blossom into his bun, only to feel that his face was crimson and shy.

Qing'er looked at him quietly. I never thought that he was also a bitter cold person.

Vermilion plum blossoms dot the inky branches. The flowers are about to bloom, and the flowers are blooming, exuding an elegant dark fragrance in a white and vast world

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