Between dominoes, the hours pass very quickly. In the past, the extremely long New Year's Eve seemed to have become a kind of entertainment and leisure activity, and it passed very quickly.

"Knock knock!!"

A bell could be heard faintly in the distance, followed by the sound of fireworks in the sky.

The sky was full of sparks that bloomed in the sky, and then spread out very quickly, leaving only a few sparks. The snow was sparsely falling again, and it was not affected by the sound for half a minute.

Since it was Chinese New Year's Eve, there was basically no one on the streets. After a busy year, they returned home like birds in love with the old forest.

Chinese New Year's Eve is an annual reunion day, they always hope to spend a good year with their families, and a few wanderers and homeless homeless people gather in the streets of Kyoto to watch the new year together, waiting for the new year.

The snow had been falling for several hours, and it was all piled up on the ground, and the outside was white and covered in silver, as if it was illuminated.

When the bell rings, it means that the time has come, they do not have to keep the New Year, and it also represents the arrival of the new year.

Shen Nanyan put down the dominoes in his hand, walked to the window and looked at the silver-covered outside, his heart was warm.

"Madame, Miss, the new year has arrived!" A light and light voice sounded in the room.

"Yan Yan, this is our first New Year back in Beijing!" Mother Shen also smiled and said to Shen Nanyan.

Red Sakura didn't speak, but the smile in her eyes overflowed, it was a vision and expectation for the future.

Infected by this cheerful atmosphere, Shen Nanyan's mood was also infected, and a smile was dyed on his face.

Shen Nanyan's heart moved, Chinese New Year's Eve has passed, and the new year has arrived. She said secretly in her heart:

Happy New Year, Mu Zhao! This is the first year we have known each other.

We still have a lot of years to spend together.

"Happy New Year, all the best!" The maids and maids in the Shen Mansion said together with joy on their faces.

The arrival of the new year is still easy to forget all your worries and have a new mood.

The small building in the suburbs of Beijing is also known as the small house in the suburbs of Beijing, at first Mu Zhao thought that the cottage was too ordinary, so he changed it to a small building. Xiaozhu is located outside the capital, and the remote environment is rare and quiet.

The house is not big, clean and tidy. There was no earth dragon in the house, and there was no fire, and it was so cold that people shivered.

As soon as he entered Beijing, he asked Xie Suixian to take Xiao Yue to find an inn to settle down, it was best to find an inconspicuous inn, they now entered Beijing privately, if they were discovered, they did not dare to imagine the consequences. After instructing everything, he went to the Shen Mansion.

After saying goodbye to Shen Nanyan, he didn't go to the inn to stay, and walked to the small building on the outskirts of Beijing outside the city by himself.

The things in the room were a little disorganized, the mattress was not folded and rolled up, and the curtains were lifted. The whole room can only be described in one garbled word.

He was so happy tonight that he didn't have time to care about the mess in the house, so he went straight to the bookcase, spread out a new piece of rice paper, picked up a pen and drew on it.

Mu Zhao tried hard to recall what had just happened, put down the pen after lifting the pen, and then lifted the pen after putting down the pen, and repeated many times, looking at the rice paper with a frown, and couldn't get down the pen for a long time.

I don't know if I was too happy to pay attention or whatever. He couldn't draw it, he couldn't draw her look at the time.

He scratched his head in anguish, and a pair of beautiful eyes came to mind.

"It's the last night of the year."

He smiled and said, "Miss Shen, I wish you a good New Year in advance!" All the best! ”

When she returned, she was worried that he was too lonely, and asked him where he would stay tonight.

At that time, he was afraid that she would worry about himself, so he specially said thank you and waited for him in a small building on the outskirts of Beijing.

Mu Zhao shook his head and couldn't help laughing, why was she so kind to him? Why do you care so much about him?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he picked up his pen and traced it carefully.

Reminiscing, putting down the pen, and putting the pen down seems to be a thing that can be done in one go.

After putting down the pen, a picture of a beautiful woman looking at the snow was made in an instant. The painting shows a cold and stunning beauty, sitting on a couch and looking out the window at the snow, where she is fascinated.

Although she was in a trance, her expression was a rare joy, and the smile on the corner of her mouth made her whole person more vivid. The stunning woman with hibiscus flowers, looking at the snow with a smile, slender and graceful, a picture more beautiful than spring.

The hours were a little long, and he shook his head when he heard the sound of the bell ringing in the distance, remembering that it was the new year.

He chuckled, smiling as warm as jade: "Miss Shen, it's the New Year." ”

No one in the house answered.

Mu Zhao suddenly thought of something, picked up the pen and added a new sentence to the painting.

Fortunately, I know the peach blossom noodles, and since then there has been a lot of warm spring.

Palace

Song Heng did not keep the New Year with the queen or the Jade Concubine and Concubine Lan as in previous years, and reviewed the folds in the imperial study alone.

There are not too many folds, and it didn't take long for the review to be completed, and I wanted to deal with the affairs of various places, but Song Heng opened the folds and found that what should be handled had been handled, and now there is no matter that needs to be handled.

Song Heng was a little puzzled for a while, in the past, there were always a lot of things waiting to be dealt with, why was he so free today. After thinking about it, I thought that it was approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, and the officials were eager to be idle, where would they care about those trivial things.

Don't you feel anything on weekdays? With nothing to do today, he was idle and panicked. Each other's panic was not the same as Fang Cai's panic, and the panic in his heart after the banquet was now much better.

He has always been a diligent emperor, and the number of times he goes to the harem is pitiful, every time he goes to Concubine Yu and Concubine Lan, the number of times he goes to other concubines in the harem is pitiful, it can be said that the number of other concubines in the harem is not as much as that of Concubine Yu or Concubine Lan. The concubines and concubines of the palace have long complained, Concubine Yu is the daughter of the prime minister, and it is understandable to go to her a few more times because of her family background, but what is Concubine Lan? The daughter of a low-ranking official is not a stunning beauty, why should the emperor look at her differently.

In the past few days near the end of the year, Song Heng has not even stepped into the door of the harem, not only everyone in the harem, but even the queen has seen Song Heng very few times. It's just that I'm usually busy, and there are no major things to deal with in the past few days of the New Year, why the emperor is always reluctant to go to the harem to sit. Some thoughtful people are secretly wondering whether the emperor is not close to beauty, or likes men, so he has been snubbed to the harem beauties so far.

That's what I said, I think so, but this still doesn't prevent the harem ladies from being courteous to Song Heng. If the emperor doesn't come to the harem, he can't remember them, so it's good for them to come to the imperial study and let the emperor remember them.

Because there were too many people coming, a few of them had to come at both ends in three days, not only Song Heng was annoyed, but Zheng Fuhai was even more annoyed. So he quietly revealed his tone in front of Song Heng.

On the second day, the decree was promulgated, and the harem concubines were not allowed to come to the imperial study unless the emperor personally decreed it.

Since it is expressly forbidden for them not to come to the imperial study, then their things can always come in, and it didn't take long for a send-off fever to blow up, and the ladies of the palace personally made pastries and soup and sent them over.

Zheng Fuhai knew that now that the emperor had Miss Shen in his heart, where would he still have time to take care of the ladies in the harem, and the little eunuchs would clean it up with a wave of his hand. Zheng Fuhai is a smart person, and the soup of the other concubines is just distributed to the rest of the little eunuchs to eat, like the queen mother, the jade concubine, and the food that Concubine Lan personally ordered to be sent to the emperor is naturally to be presented to the emperor.

Fortunately, the queen mother never likes to do these things, the jade concubine is a beautiful girl in the family, with golden branches and jade leaves, and her ten fingers do not touch the spring water, and the emperor still spoils her if she doesn't need to do these, and the low-born concubine Lan sends food to the imperial study more frequently.

"Emperor, this is a snack specially ordered by Concubine Lan, tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve, the lady sees that you don't use any dishes, let you eat some pastries to cushion your stomach." Zheng Fuhai personally brought the snacks sent by Concubine Lan and said softly.

Song Heng bowed: "Put it here first." But he didn't plan to eat, and when he saw Zheng Fuhai come back, he remembered what he had just asked him to do and asked, "What happened to what I asked you to do?" ”

He has been back for a long time, and he didn't see Song Heng for an hour because of this incident, he wanted to suppress it until tomorrow Song Heng was in a better mood, he slowly mentioned it again, but he didn't expect Song Heng to ask as soon as he saw him.

Thinking of what he found on the trip to Shen Mansion just now, Zheng Fuhai wanted to cry for a while.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, why let him encounter such a thing, isn't it good for the emperor to send secret guards? Why let him do this chore.

"Say." Song Heng said in a deep voice, his tone was neither heavy nor light, neither hurried nor slow, so that people couldn't hear the emotion.

But after serving Song Heng for so long, he couldn't hear his anger at this time, and he was afraid that the emperor had already guessed what was bad, so he touched the sweat on his forehead: "Your Majesty, the servants went to the Shen Mansion to give things according to your instructions, General Shen and they were in the palace at that time, and the person who came to receive the order to thank him was Miss Shen." ”

Song Heng stared straight at him, as if he was talking nonsense.

He said so much so that Song Heng would be mentally prepared, so that Long Yan would not be furious and cause the tragic situation of millions of corpses.

The impatience in Song Heng's eyes made Zheng Fuhai give up this idea, and he was dead both horizontally and vertically, so it was better to say it happily: "When Miss Shen received the order, she had a smile on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes were bright, as if she was a new life. The minion had never seen Miss Shen like this. ”

"It's a good thing that her eyebrows are bright, why didn't she say it earlier?" Song Heng looked at him meaningfully, and his whole body was full of low pressure.

It's a good thing that Miss Shen has a smile on her face, but it's not a good thing that she meets someone, because of who is happy. Zheng Fuhai wanted to cry without tears, "When the slave left the Shen Mansion, he also met a person, and he looked at the back as if it was Mu Gongzi." ”

It seems that Song Heng is afraid that he has already guessed it, whether he says it now or not, it doesn't matter, he can only continue to be his chief administrator after he says important things, if he doesn't say it today, then there will be more people to take his position for him from now on.

"You're back when you get back?" Song Heng muttered softly, and there was no joy, anger or sorrow on his face. It's just that the blue tendons on his forehead hint at his mood at the moment.

The depression before the storm filled the entire imperial study, and the air was filled with tension.