The east wind is bleak, the cold is piercing, and the single branch does not see the fallen leaves. Lonely and lonely.

Qingzhu moved the soup woman in Luo Yunyao's hand, who had begun to change, and handed over what was in his hand. Seeing that his young lady was still wandering into the world, he couldn't help but say sadly: "It's been a few days since I came back, Miss, how can you teach Qingzhu if you go on like this?" ”

Luo Yunyao's hands suddenly became warm because of the soup woman, and she didn't know if she heard Qingzhu's complaints, so she raised her head and smiled at her own girl: "It's still Qingzhu is the best, this soup woman is really warm." As he spoke, he kept sucking the warmth of his hand upward, and looked out of the window again - there were no dead branches, and Qingzhu didn't know what could attract such an obsession with his own young lady.

I only heard Luo Yunyao breathe out a mouthful of white mist, and watched the white mist disperse in the air: "It's so cold, I don't know if it's snowing over there, it's a little north than Biluo, it's going to fall...... I don't know if that person is cold or not, he shouldn't be too afraid of the cold. "When I think of such a breezy and beautiful character, such a person is like snow, where can he be afraid of the cold? It's a character who feels cold just by looking at it.

Qingzhu listened to his young lady's questioning, and he didn't know whether he was asking the young lady himself or her, before Qingzhu could reply, he looked at Luo Yunyao's eyebrows and laughed to himself, but the smile faded away, and finally became a sigh that disappeared from his lips and teeth.

Since Xi Qin came back, Miss has been like this, although it has always been quiet, it is quiet and decadent, as if something is missing that makes this young lady incomplete at all. When I read a book, I will look out the window attentively, and I don't know what I am reading.

Qingzhu probably knew why her young lady was like this, but she was very puzzled about why her young lady was like this, so she could only look at Luo Yunyao, wanting to comfort but didn't say anything.

"The work of words is getting more and more sophisticated."

Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, heard Luo Yunyao's sudden opening, glanced at it, still focused on Luo Yunyao outside the window, turned around again, and sure enough, he saw the guard half-kneeling next to the table in the room, holding a bouquet of plum blossoms in his hand.

Although her young lady seemed to have lost her soul, she was still very rational and keen, and she didn't notice the words coming in just now.

He bowed his head and saluted Luo Yunyao first, and his sunny face still looked extremely handsome in the middle shadow. He lowered his voice, and it sounded warm: "Miss has won the award, and the subordinates are guilty." Sudden intrusion, abrupt Miss. ”

Kung Fu refinement? Where can I compare to that person. The words smiled bitterly in his heart, but he was afraid that when he said this, the young lady would think in his heart...... No matter what you do, you can't erase the traces.

The little guard thought about it, but there was no flaw on his face.

Luo Yunyao's nose moved, and a smile overflowed in her eyes, but Qingzhu, who had been by Luo Yunyao's side for many years, knew that the smile in it was not sincere—it was really getting more and more difficult to make her own young lady happy.

Qingzhu took a step back, so that Luo Yunyao could stand up, and her own young lady got up, accompanied by a faint and soft voice with surprise: "But plum blossoms?" ”

The words also felt Luo Yunyao's getting up, his head was originally lowered, buried deeper, and replied simply: "Exactly." ”

As soon as Luo Yunyao turned around, he looked at the words of the black-clothed half-kneeling on the ground, and a few bunches of plum blossoms were blooming in his arms.

Pale yellow, small and exquisite, one by one, does not need the foil of leaves, and the clusters are splendid.

Luo Yunyao's apricot eyes were gloomy, and she didn't know what to think, so she came back to her senses in the middle and hurriedly beckoned: "Come up, you and I have something polite." There are some empty bottles in the cabinet over there, good words, you can help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west. Help me plug them in and pick them up. ”

Luo Yunyao was referring to the bottles that were decorated on top of the row of cabinets against the west window. Qingzhu stood there and thought for a while about whether he should help get the bottle, but after thinking about it, since he broke into Luo Yunyao's study, it must not be as simple as coming to deliver flowers.

It should be my own lady who has some orders, and the words are done, come and report.

Qingzhu owed a debt and made an excuse: "Miss should be hungry, I haven't eaten much bird's nest in the morning, I don't know if the red date and white fungus soup I asked the kitchen to cook just now is good, I'll go and see." ”

Luo Yunyao nodded, and did not honestly confess that she actually had no appetite, and acquiesced to Qingzhu's departure.

The sunlight in winter is very shallow and short, and it just happened to be sprinkled in from the window at the right time, and Luo Yunyao was very comfortable bathing in the sun.

Listening to the words, he replied to her: "The courtesy of the master and servant cannot be surpassed." ”

replied unfamiliarly to Luo Yunyao's sentence just now, "What are you and me polite about?"

This is the words and Qingzhu are both people who have been by Luo Yunyao's side for a long time, and they have not been a master-servant relationship for a long time, and suddenly discussing this master-servant gift is very meaningful.

She squinted her eyes and watched the words neatly get up, go to the cabinet in the west window and fetch a jade bottle with verdant coral. The tone was light, and he laughed at what he had just said, and his words were also full of deep meaning: "This is a strange thing to say." Words, isn't it clear what the relationship between you and me is? Next time I say the word 'master and servant' again, I will have to fulfill the majesty of my young lady and punish you seriously. The voice that seemed to be annoyed changed, and the tone became even more harsh: "You, you have never been my servant. The friendship we grew up with is still there. Whoever dares to say this, carefully his skin, you are no exception! Annoyed and angry, and the color that warmed up, looking at his sunshine guard in the sun, he slapped a jujube - but in the heart of the sunshine guard, he couldn't tell which side was the slap and the red date - Luo Yunyao said softly and comfortingly: "You and Qingzhu are both in the same position in my heart, but you can't be presumptuous." You are all my right-hand men, and I can't do without anyone. ”

These words sound like a deep love between master and servant, and only Luo Yunyao and the people in the bureau know how ruthless it is in such a thin few words.

It's obviously a childhood sweetheart who grew up together.。 But in the end, he only ended up with the shallow word "friend", or his right-hand man.

What if you go all the way to pick plums? It's not that it's not worth a shallow smile from that person.

What the hell is ...... The sadness and desolation of those breaking waves continued to pour upward, almost so that words could no longer hold back their sunny faces.

Words looked at the well-opened plum in his hand, and the joy of being sour and cheap for no reason.

He paused for a long time before he laughed at himself and thought: wishful thinking.

Wasn't that what I knew all along?

Didn't you always decide to guard this person's side, be obscure, and always be in front of her?

But just now it was a transgression.

Just because he watched Luo Yunyao leave Qin Jinghao, did he feel that he had a chance? Or do you want to see Luo Yunyao trapped by love like this, and want to replace it and no longer let Luo Yunyao lose her soul?

Words, you should understand that no one can take the place of that person in her heart.

Thinking about it, he could only comfort himself bitterly, that person is a generation of war gods, and people are born so unparalleled in the world, only he can match his own young lady, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of Biluo.

Although they haven't been able to stay together for the time being, it will only be a matter of time before they are ready.

Words will cut through the thorns for them.

The sun was quietly tilting, Luo Yunyao was lazily basking in the warm winter sun like a cat, occasionally opening his eyes without a trace of his motionless words, and he didn't speak—the guards of the sun, just from his face, he could see clearly what he was thinking, Luo Yunyao was like a man who cast a net, waiting to close the net.

The guards of the sunshine had been silent, but their expressions had changed several times and returned to normal. Luo Yunyao thought for a while and said, "This plum blossom is early, I'm afraid it's not Biluo's." ”

The words flipped up and down and looked at the bottle's hand for a moment, nodded and replied, "Yes, I brought it back from Xiqin." The words settled on the bottle as if nothing happened, and he walked back to the wooden table where Luo Yunyao was reading: "When the subordinates brought it back...... Well, the flowers are still good, I hope Miss will not dislike them. ”

Luo Yunyao walked over to the desk, picked up the plum blossom that was carefully placed on it, held it in his hand, looked at it carefully, and couldn't put it down: "This time the road is far away, you can still take good care of this flower, it's too late for me to be happy." Thank you Dade very much. He lowered his head and sniffed at the plum blossom branch in his hand, and smiled: "The words have a heart." ”

As soon as he turned around, he raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yunyao and Zhu Yan Bidai among the tender yellow flowers, and the flowers of the branches and Zhu Hai were a little shining. The gentleness of the bowed head, the smile at the corner of the mouth.

The words quickly fixed his mind, retracted his gaze and did not dare to look at Luo Yunyao again, and he was afraid that Luo Yunyao would see his thoughts. He walked to Luo Yunyao's side with the bottle, Luo Yunyao thought about it, and naturally handed the flower to the hand of the words, and then moved away from the words, so that the words could arrange the flowers, and the cheeks looked at the sunny and handsome young man to make the movements in his hands.

The young guard, who had always been sunny, was now silent and very quiet. Luo Yunyao naturally knew what it was for.

But in order to avoid embarrassment, she continued to talk as usual, even a little more than usual.

Words looked at his young lady and watched his movements, as if he was bored, but also seemed very interested. The words controlled the amplitude and posture of his hands, so as to avoid making a mistake because he was too nervous about Luo Yunyao's gaze.