Li Chongyan clapped his hands and smiled: "Haha, it turns out that you were just as naughty when you were a child." ”

"It's my sister's and sister's business, I just pinch the snow dumplings for them, I pinch them quickly, they throw them accurately, but they hit a lot of people. A bunch of soldiers on the city tower didn't dare to say anything when they looked at it, but they just pretended not to see it, and it was estimated that they were secretly happy in their stomachs. Once I didn't pay attention to who was below, but it hit Lu Ah Weng on the head, smashing his golden crown crookedly! Hey, that's a ...... day."

Zhu Zhijie was still laughing at first, but after speaking, her words became melancholy, and finally she burst into tears.

"It's really strange, I just said it casually, why did I shed tears." Zhu Zhijie laughed a few times, and her beautiful face added a sad color, which made people unbearable to look at it.

Li Chongyan knew that she was lonely in the deep palace, except for lying on the couch every day to raise the baby, there was nothing else to do, and she used to be able to cook for recreation.

"Think of the blue sea......" Li Chongyan couldn't help but reach out and stroke her face.

Zhu Zhijie smiled and shook her head.

The answer that both of them knew, shaking their heads would only be more pitiful than nodding.

Li Chongyan remembered that those things in the blue sea were still hidden in the inner warehouse, and just wanted to say that those things had been delivered, but suddenly remembered that Zhu Zhijie once thought that there was a portrait of his father, and among all the objects, the first thing he wanted to see was this portrait.

I'm sorry...... But this portrait I can't let you see.

Li Chongyan was ashamed, and secretly wondered how to compensate her.

He suddenly had an idea, and whispered, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

Zhu Zhijie was stunned, "Go out for a walk?" Where to go? ”

"Outside the palace."

Zhu Zhijie's eyes suddenly lit up, but her mouth was quite hesitant.

"This ...... How can this be, not to mention that I still have a strong stomach. ”

Sometimes a woman's reluctance is not to deny it, but to want you to solve some problems for her. What she really means is, if you solve it for me, then I'll go with you.

Li Chongyan smiled: "What's so difficult about this? Now that my father is not in Beijing, I am a prisoner. What else is there that I can't say? ”

"But...... But...... Can it really be? Zhu Zhijie quietly looked at the palace maids and eunuchs on the side, "Will they ......?"

"How dare they?" Li Chongyan snorted, "But there's no need to make a big fuss. If you want, I will accompany you to Miaodai Mountain to see the snow scene early the next morning, and then we will go to the Jade Buddha Temple to have an incense. In the evening, I have already told Ye Zhiqiu to go to his house to eat mutton stove, I mentioned to you the delicacy of the mutton last time, how about you go with him this time? ”

When Zhu Zhijie heard that she went to see the Snow Scene Baigu Temple, her face turned red with joy, and when she heard that she went to Ye Zhiqiu's house to eat mutton, she said coyly: "Is this appropriate?" In the past, the mother would never allow me to go to the courtier......'s house. ”

"You don't want to go?" Li Chongyan deliberately teased her.

"I ...... I ......" Zhu Zhijie knew that he was making a mistake, and held it for a long time before squeezing out a word in a small voice: "Yes." ”

"That's fine. The rules are set by people, and now I am the lord of the imperial capital, and I will do whatever I say. Go back and let the prince arrange it and change your clothes for you. Let's travel lightly, that's comfortable. Oh, by the way, I have to get you a pair of shoes that don't slip, or you will be in trouble if you fall. Li Chongyan said, stroking it

Wife's high bulging belly.

He suddenly felt a feeling of helplessness welling up in his heart.

Child, you don't have the surname Li, but you will eventually be surnamed Li.

There are some things that have to be wrong, and if they are wrong enough, they become right.

Isn't that what my father is?

"Chongyan ......" Zhu Zhijie looked at Li Chongyan, unconsciously fluttered on her jade face, and said shyly: "Although I feel lonely in this palace, being with you is better than anything else." ”

"The same is true for me, when I ascend the throne as emperor, you will be the queen, if you miss your mother country at that time, what does it matter if I go back to the blue sea with you?"

"Is that true?" Zhu Zhijie was surprised and delighted.

"How is it not true......" Li Chongyan was secretly glad that his wife didn't know the art of contemplating the mind, and now Bihai was beaten by Imulan day and night, and she didn't even know whether her mother was alive or dead now, who could say for sure what would happen in the future, but just let it be said, purely comforting her.

This is exactly what it is:

Don't laugh at the fact that his life is not long, and he will become a lonely soul in the blink of an eye.

The two of them had made up their minds, looked at each other with joy, leaned against the window and looked at the snow scene for a while, laughing and laughing, enjoying themselves.

The snow seemed to respond to the cold scene, and the more it fell, the more it refused to stop, and the dancing was so that even the clouds in the sky could not be seen.

At the same time, it was not only the two in the Zhaohua Hall who were leaning against the window to watch the snow.

In Ye's Mansion on Yanbo Street, Mrs. Ye just got up.

The night before, she and her husband were relieved a lot, and when she heard her husband mention the marriage of his daughter, she had a lot of thoughts in her chest, and she lay on the couch and couldn't help thinking about it all night, until she was tired and closed her eyes and fell asleep, and when she woke up, it was already past the hour, almost noon.

Xu hadn't slept so peacefully for so long that he felt hungry when he first woke up.

She casually looked at the table, still scattering the words she had written with her husband last night. The ink on the inkstone, the grease marks are still there, which is the uniqueness of the Taishi ink that her husband personally bought for herself.

She loves Taishimo, so he buys it for her every year, and it has never stopped for decades.

Thinking of her husband's gentleness on weekdays, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but smile.

According to his temperament, he must have practiced calligraphy for a night, and I don't know if he used breakfast. Why don't you go and see for yourself, and if it doesn't work, use it with him.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Ye got up by herself, and the people outside the door heard the sound in the house, and knew that she was awake, so she knocked on the door and entered.

Mrs. Ye waved her hand lightly and said, "No, I'll go to the study to see the master first." ”

The servant replied: "Madam, the master went out early in the morning. ”

Mrs. Ye was stunned: "Went out?" So early? ”

She looked at the heavy snow outside the window and asked, "Where did the master go on such a snowy day?" Can you bring an umbrella? ”

"Before dawn in the morning, Lord Cao from the next street came to look for the master, saying that there was something important. Then I watched Uncle Kang send the master out of the house. I vaguely saw that the old man and Master Cao were in the same car and went to the west of the city. ”

"Master Cao......" Mrs. Ye heard the future "sons and daughters" in her husband's mouth last night, and thought to herself why these two people were so suddenly so good that they couldn't leave the scales, and they even went out in a ghostly way.

"Got it, you go down."

Knowing that her husband was out of the house and couldn't have breakfast with her, Mrs. Ye was a little disappointed. I wanted to take advantage of the situation to get back together with my husband...... That's fine. Men always have those things about men, but this snow

If you go out early, where will you go? Could it be that he was asked to hunt by the new commander of the Dragon Scale Army?

She had some doubts in her heart, and she didn't realize that she was already going to her husband's study.

When I entered the room, I saw that the windows and doors were closed, everything was as usual, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the case were neatly placed, and even the water stains on the pen jar were wiped clean, which was the habit of the husband to put and pick up on weekdays.

Mrs. Ye was a little disappointed, she wanted to see if her husband had made some progress after practicing all night, but it was not surprising that there was no draft left on the table.

She looked at the soft couch next to her again, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.

It's really wronged to let him sleep in such a small place these days, and let him ...... tonight

Mrs. Ye was thinking about it, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of something black on the side of the charcoal stove at the foot of the couch.

She rubbed her fingers between her fingers with her hand, like the remnants of some paper that had been burned.

Mrs. Ye slowly turned on the charcoal stove, the charcoal fire in the furnace was already cold, and the silver-gray charcoal surface was covered with a layer of black charcoal powder, which was obviously made by burning manuscripts. She looked down and saw a few unburned pieces of paper in the corner of the charcoal stove.

She carefully pulled out the fragments, which were written in the same handwriting that her husband had copied the "son of the powerful" he had mentioned the night before.

On the charred paper, the handwriting was burned to the point that it was hard to read, but Mrs. Ye knew her husband's writing habits well, and sometimes she only started with a few strokes, even if the words were incomplete, she could guess what the words were.

“…… Arrogating...... Die...... Ill-intentioned ......"

Every word was shocking, and Mrs. Ye's chest was beating wildly.

She instinctively felt that her husband was not copying handwriting to instruct the "son of the powerful" of calligraphy, but wanted to confuse the real with the fake!

Who is this "son of the powerful"? Zhiqiu: What does he want to do? …… Is he still lying to me?

Mrs. Ye's hand trembled, and the remnants fell to the ground.

In the cold study, she sat helplessly on the edge of the collapse.

Zhiqiu ...... Zhiqiu ...... Why are you so stubborn, is the relationship between you and my husband and wife so worthless before those old hatreds?

Mrs. Ye only felt a faint pain in her chest, and she supported the couch with one hand, and she was already crying.

"Son of the Powerful"......

This person must not be simple, what kind of powerful son entered the Ministry of Rites in previous years, and her husband was neither arrogant nor humble, and never showed favor, how did he make an exception this time?

She scrambled herself to her feet and walked to the bookshelf where her husband usually kept his manuscripts.

There were a few boxes that contained not books, but official documents that he had brought back from the Ministry of Rites.

Some of the official documents he couldn't finish in the Ministry of Rites during the day, and he would occasionally take them home to write, so she knew very well the bookbox where the manuscripts were placed.

Mrs. Ye opened the bookboxes, and there were all kinds of official documents inside, some of which were also stamped with the seal of the Ministry of Rites, but all of them were in her husband's handwriting.

Mrs. Ye didn't give up, and carefully picked them up one by one. Suddenly, she noticed a document with a completely different handwriting in front of her.

The handwriting is exactly the same as the handwriting that her husband painstakingly copied, but it is more natural, and it is obviously the authentic handwriting of the "son of the powerful".

Mrs. Ye anxiously looked at the signature at the end of the official document, and saw five words clearly in her eyes.

The main bookkeeper is Li Chongyan