It's already the day of the lunar month, and the weather is getting colder and colder, but the first snow of the year has not yet arrived.

The masters all burned earth dragons in their bedrooms, but eunuchs like palace maids could only rub their hands to keep warm.

The ancient painting fan stood alone in front of the window, holding the soup woman in his hand to keep warm, and looked up at the withered tree outside the window that only left dead branches

Seeing that at the end of the year, the border area began to move a little differently, and information about small battles came from the border pass from time to time. And there is no news of the robbed Jiang Hou, and the whereabouts of the disaster relief silver caused by the floods in the south of the Yangtze River are also vague. These things are added together, and Emperor Chunyuan is in a bad mood for a while. A little thing can make a big fury.

The minions of the entire Qingxin Hall are all atmospheric and dare not come out, doing things with 120,000 points of spirit every day, and they dare not be sloppy at all, for fear that they will be blamed by the emperor if they are not careful.

Today, the morning court started early, but it has not dispersed for a long time, and now it is noon, and there is still no movement from the court. I don't know what will happen again today.

Sighing softly, the ancient painting fan leaned on the windowsill, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's so cold today! Fan, are you in the house? The sound of fluttering sounds sounded outside the room.

The ancient painting fanned back to his senses, walked to the door and opened it, and the fluttering dance, who was so cold that he stomped his feet, immediately trotted two steps into the house.

"It's cold, it's cold!" Piao Wu muttered in her mouth, rubbing her hands and breathing.

Gu Huafan chuckled and closed the door, handed the soup woman in his hand to Piaowu, and said softly: "Why are you so reckless, come, give you warmth." ”

Piao Wu immediately stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile: "It's still a fan, your soup lady is big and warm." Mine is too small and won't be warm in a while. ”

"Didn't I send you a big past the other day? How not to use it? ”

"It's so good-looking, I can't bear to use it, and it's still stored there!" Piao Wu sat down, picked up the tea on the table, and drank it down. He spat it out again.

"Ahh Fan! Piao Wu immediately picked up the soup woman and covered her mouth tightly. The complaining eyes looked directly at the ancient painting fan, full of accusations.

The ancient painting fan was stunned. Then he chuckled again: "This tea has been sitting all morning." How can it not be cold? If you say you're reckless, why don't you pay attention! Hurry up and have some hot drinks. ”

The ancient painting fan picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea for Piao Wu, and Piao Wu hummed. I picked up the teacup again and licked it lightly. Immediately, his eyes rolled and he put down the teacup.

"It's still cold! Fan, you're going to hurt me! ”

Gu Huafan was stunned again, and said embarrassedly: "Then I'll make you another pot of tea." ”

Piao Wu looked at the obvious absent-minded appearance of the ancient painting fan, and no longer laughed at her. Frowning and looking at the back of the ancient painting fan. He asked softly, "Fan'er, you want to open some." Although it is true that there are more things these days. But you have to care too much, you see that you don't even care about your favorite tea on weekdays, you can't go on like this! Your body has just improved, so don't worry about it anymore! ”

The ancient painting fan smiled. He said, "How can I be what you say?" I'm fine. ”

"Okay? Here! You see, the windows are not closed, the coals are not burned, and the house is cold. How can your body eat! Piao Wu took advantage of her face to close the window, picked up the coal again and started to make a fire.

The clanging sound of the purple clay pot colliding is extremely pleasant. The ancient painting fan looked at the tea leaves swirling in the teacup, and was stunned for a while, obviously not listening to the fluttering words.

Fluttering talked to herself for a long time, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and no echo could be heard. put down the fire tongs in his hand and walked to the side of the ancient painting fan, but saw that she was looking at the tea, her eyes were unfocused, and she was in a trance.

"Fan'er, what's wrong with you lately?" Piao Wu frowned and asked softly.

The ancient painting fan suddenly came back to his senses, pursed his lips and smiled, picked up the lid on the tea table and covered the teacup.

"It's okay, it's okay......"

Piao Wu sighed lightly and said, "Anyway, if you have something, you will only hide it in your heart, it's just that." Either way, if you want to talk to me, I'll listen to you. I just hope that your awkward temperament can be changed as soon as possible, just like before? Alas! You'll be fifteen years old after the New Year, and you'll be a big girl! There are some things that I, as a sister, shouldn't ask too much. You're a transparent one, I just wish you could adjust it yourself! ”

The ancient painting fan looked at the fluttering words and earnestly entrusted, and his heart warmed a little. He chuckled, looked out the window at the darkening sky, and fell silent again. I don't even know when Fluttering left.

In the blink of an eye, it was already more than half of noon, but the ancient painting fan became more and more unable to sit still, tidied up the room, closed the door, and walked towards the outside of the Qingxin Palace.

On the Zhengyangmen Square, the ancient painting fan stands quietly with his eyes not leaving the majestic Yanghe Palace. She didn't know what was going on there, so she had to wait.

Although it was already noon, the temperature did not rise at all, but became colder and colder. The weather is getting darker and darker, as if it is about to rain heavily.

The cold wind blew coldly, raising the long green silk and hair band, becoming a unique scenery on the solemn but cold Zhengyangmen Square.

The biting wind and ice reached her bones, and the ancient painting fan frowned and looked at the still quiet Yanghe Palace, thinking about whether to go back first, she really couldn't stand this demon wind!

Suddenly, several ministers in court clothes walked out of the main gate of the Yanghe Hall one after another. The eyes of the ancient painting fan lit up, and he moved a little closer to the outside of the hall. But she didn't want to be too conspicuous, so she hid behind the huge stone lion and looked quietly.

Soon, a group of ministers walked out of Zhengyangmen Square one after another, and calm was restored to the square again. The ancient painting fan frowned, and looked at the palace door without blinking.

Suddenly, a figure slowly stepped out of the palace gate, even if it was not close to the ancient painting fan, he still recognized the tall figure at a glance, who was taking a calm step.

That person is Chunyuan Lan Mu...

Reflexively shrank behind the stone lion, but couldn't help but want to look again. stretched out his head slightly, but saw two figures walking down the stairs one after the other.

Her eyes stared at the figure behind her, and she could feel the arrogance and bohemian temperament of that person from such a distance.

It was a pure abyss blue life that I hadn't seen for a long time...

Although the two are brothers, their personalities and styles are very different, if there is anything in common, it is the same thoughtfulness, which makes people incomprehensible. She is also inevitable, as a child of the royal family, who can really let down her guard and be honest with each other when she meets?

Thinking so, he saw three more figures walking out of the temple gate quickly.

At present, a person walked briskly, like a wisp of breeze appeared in the sight of the ancient painting fan.

Gu Hua Fan pursed his lips and smiled, in fact, there are exceptions, such as this Sixteenth Highness who is out of tune all day, he has not inherited the emperor's calmness and thoughtfulness at all. It's like a child from an ordinary family!

Gu looked at the figure. Only then did the ancient painting fan feel more comfortable, and he forgot to hide for a while.

It wasn't until she saw the two figures walking in front of her stop at the same time and look in her direction that she suddenly dodged behind the stone lion. (To be continued.) )