During the Zhengde years, winter.

This year's snow seems to be so heavy that even the calves are about to be covered by the snow. The plum branches on the trunk of the tree seemed to be unable to withstand the backlog of snow, and they were bending down and falling down, smashing down many small snow pits.

Cui Lan, who had just ascended the throne as emperor, took advantage of the fact that he had nothing to do and deliberately slipped out. It's good to steal half a day of leisure, and the mood is half Buddha and half fairy.

Originally, I planned to invite three or five friends to make a new wine from green ants, and the elegance of Jiangni's small red furnace, but after looking for a long time, no one came, which was inevitably a little boring.

Cui Lan could only walk alone on the crowded streets, looking at the crowded teahouses and restaurants. People unconsciously came to the Chu Xiang Pavilion where they came with Sister A last time, and for some reason they remembered the flower slave who cried under him last time.

I can't help but feel annoyed that I was really not human at that time, and I could even do it with such a young child, but if I was doing it all over again. He thought that he would still choose to do something that was inferior to such a beast, because the little man was so delicious that it tasted like a marrow.

He Dangli is now in the mansion of the eldest princess An Hui, and at this moment he is kneeling in a snowdrift half a meter thick, his hands have already been frozen purple, his lips are even blacker, and his knees have long been numb and unconscious, as if he has even moved away from everything around him.

"Yo, isn't this a flower slave? Why was you punished to kneel here again, you must have done something wrong to make the princess angry, it's not that the miscellaneous family said you, why are you so ignorant for three days and two ends to make our parent princess angry. A shrill voice of yin and yang sounded not far behind itself, accompanied by several sarcastic laughs.

Not only the flesh, but even the nerves have long been frozen and paralyzed, He Dangli ignored his yin and yang weirdness and bitter sarcasm. Because these are the words she has heard the most since she was a child, even the nerve tail has long been immune.

The words in her mouth hurt as much as they did physically.

"Tut-tut, the flower slave is really pitiful, it's a pity that Bai has such a good face. It's a pity, why is this mouth so stupid, I'm afraid that even a duck can talk a little bit better than a flower slave. Seeing that people didn't pay attention to him, the white-haired young man in a dark red and silver-trimmed robe was also a little annoyed.

"Phew." He spat thick phlegm on the ground, and then brushed his sleeves and left.

He Dangli didn't know how long she had been kneeling outside now, but she felt as if even the snowflakes in the sky had fallen several times, and she even knelt in place.

The weather was so cold, the snowflakes were so icy, and she was so hungry that her eyes were half-drooping. Even her crow-blue eyelashes were floating with a few crystal clear white snowflakes, and her whole person was almost like a snowman.

Fortunately, she was not completely unconscious, so she was called up and searched for that place that was as warm as spring.

Covered in ice and snow, when you enter a place as warm as spring, you will turn into a splash and wet your dark robe. The frozen hands and feet only warmed up a few points, but it was only a few points.

Her legs knelt uncontrollably, and she knew that the noble man was behind the screen. Look at her eyes with compassion and sarcasm, and a strong evil taste.

Just because there is no free lunch for no reason, there are only relatively equivalent exchanges.

The smoker with silver and copper chisel lotus petal bead pattern rose with elegant and good-smelling incense, and Zhu Jin's peony pattern blanket was spread on the ground. The earth dragon was burned in the house, and on the white checkered porcelain beauty bottle on the nearest rosewood table, a few buds that had been newly broken off from the treetops this morning were being inserted diagonally and wanted to release plum branches.

"Hua Nu knows what he did wrong today." The charming female voice came out of the peony gold silk embroidery screen, and the beauty was faintly visible behind the screen.

"I know." But what if you know, what if you don't know, you have to admit it first. Even though he is a backbone, he also knows that he understands a little human sophistication and can bend and stretch.

He Dang was not far from kneeling outside the screen, lowering his head and not daring to look directly at the woman. For she remembered that on the second day after she first came to this mansion, she had seen it with her own eyes, but because one could not help but look at the woman a few more times, her eyes were forcibly gouged out, and because she was so close, the blood even splashed at her feet, staining a few drops of the corners of her white robe.

How cruel, and so don't treat human life as a child's play.

"Oh, is it? Does the flower slave know what he did wrong? Today, the eldest princess An Hui, who was wearing a pink embroidered peony pleated skirt, looked at the newly dyed rose-colored nails on her hands, smiled a little coldly, and pointed to a certain place with her fingers.

"Slaves should not fight with others, let alone break people's hands, slaves are at fault, and they should admit punishment." When the words fell, one lip was pursed and no blood was visible, and even the hands hanging on both knees were tightly nested into fists.

Because she never felt that she was wrong, it was clearly those people who came to provoke and insult her first. And they shouldn't, they shouldn't make fun of her son-in-law.

Childe is such a good person, like a character like a true immortal, how can he say it from other people's stinky mouths.

"Really?" The tail note is slightly raised, full of suspicion, even the delicate red lips are raised and hooked, and the white fingers are playing with each other/playing with a red plum inserted in the white porcelain beauty bottle.

Since ancient times, she has believed that plum plum is the most beautiful red plum, and the extreme enchantment of snow and red is the color of winter, and the rest of the color is a little light.

"Yes." Without the slightest hesitation, she blurted out, because she never subconsciously felt that she was wrong, even when she was punished for kneeling in the snow.

But she listened to the woman's paused words from time to time, and He Dangli only felt that her whole heart was in her throat.

"But this palace thinks that the mistake of the flower slave is that he is too soft-hearted, and he needs to know the truth that the wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows." The woman smiled coquettishly, full of coldness that did not put human life in her eyes.

It seems that only in this way can people be matched with the heavenly family inherent in the image, and they are cold and unintentional.

He Dangli was not a stupid person, and immediately understood what she meant.

"Nu understands, Nu thanks the eldest princess for her teachings." Hearing that sentence in her ears, she breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, she would still want to reach out and touch the head on her neck. She didn't understand why the eldest princess An Hui would suddenly say this to her, she could only boil it down to her face.

"Is this good, Hua Nu is now wet, so it's better to change into dry clothes as soon as possible, so as not to be infected with the wind and cold, it won't be beautiful." The plain white little hand gently picked up a piece of snow-white plum cake with exquisite workmanship, put it on the lips and bit it gently.

The ultimate allure of red and snow.

"Okay, the slave will retire first." He Dangli has only come to the Mansion of the Eldest Princess Anhui for just over half a month, and naturally he has never learned half of the rules. Even the current salutes and words are after looking at other people, learning to draw a gourd, but there are a few points of dissimilarity.

It's just that when I just stepped out, I happened to meet Cui Lan who was about to come in.

There are several red plum trees planted in the snow garden, and the peach and plum are not jealous, and the young posture is different. The snow is still frosty, and it is not very red.

The misty snowflakes in the sky that had stopped were fluttering and falling again, and I don't know whose head was white, and whose green silk was stained.

A touch of emerald color walked in the white snow, which undoubtedly attracted her attention more than the red plum in the snow.

The man's slender and white fingers held an azure ink chrysanthemum oil paper umbrella, a few strands of crow green ink hair fluttered in the wind, and the tail tip was inadvertently stained with a few small snow-white flowers. The handsome facial features are as sharp as a knife, and the most striking thing is the calm temperament that people can ignore it.

He Dangli only glanced at it, quickly looked away, and then lowered his head. Even the original steps of progress turned a corner and walked in the other direction.

Her sixth sense told her that this man was dangerous and not to approach easily.

Cui Lan, who walked slowly from the snow, didn't pay much attention to the person standing under the eaves, looking at the snowflakes in a daze alone. Just faintly looked at the contours of the little boy's face a little familiar, and couldn't help but freeze the person in place.

"You little boy can't salute when you see people, is it possible that your master has never taught you half a point of etiquette." The person who has always been generous to the slaves of Sister A's family somehow suddenly made trouble for people, and he is still a young man who looks immature, and it seems that he is really confused.

He Dangli's original steps that he wanted to leave could only be pinned to the spot and not allowed to travel for half a minute, but when he heard the sound, even his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Just because she recognized her voice, from one of the distant nightmares.

"Even if you see Lonely, you don't raise your head to let Lone take a look." When you look at it from a distance, it feels a little familiar, as if you have seen it somewhere. Looking at it up close now, it is even more similar to a certain little person who scratches his heart and lungs day and night, but this little boy has kept his head down from beginning to end, so that people can't peek at his true appearance.

"I don't know..." He Dangli had red eyes, and timidly raised the pair of phoenix eyes that were like mist and smoke, and his face was so pale that he was even more pity-inducing.

It's like a delicate peach after being wet by the rain in spring, trembling and gorgeous, and full of love that people can't wait to hold in their arms.

Cui Lan never thought that he would see this little guy here, and there was always an indescribable feeling in his heart. It was more of the joy that came from him, and even he couldn't tell where it came from, so strong that there was nowhere to put it.

"You kid is new, no wonder you look a little surprised, what's your name." Cui Lan was afraid that he would scare the other party, so he even deliberately softened his tone.

"Back to the master, the slave is a cheap flower slave, the slave is indeed a newcomer, and he has not seen the master before, although he doesn't recognize it. If there is something wrong with the slave, please also ask the master to inform the slave one or two, and the slave is easy to change. He Dangli faintly felt that the man in front of him was a little familiar, but if she had to tell her why, she would really become dumb.

It's just that he was inexplicably afraid of this tall man, and even his body trembled a little uncontrollably. The corners of his lips began to stiffen.

"Where are you going now?"

"The slave's clothes are wet, and the slave is going to change into clean clothes now." He Dangli stood there a little irritably, responding to the man's question one by one, but because of excessive nervousness and fear, even the legs and stomachs of both legs were shaking uncontrollably at this moment.

If it weren't for the bite of the tip of her tongue and the strong smell of iron embroidery in her mouth, she would have run away. It's just that this man feels too dangerous for her, and that familiar nightmare.