The maids stood far outside the octagonal pavilion, and the inner supervisors were far away from Merlin, which made Yang Yuhuan feel helpless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She had to shake the fan in her hand to relieve the lingering feeling of helplessness.

Although spring has begun, the residual snow has not dissolved, and the spring is cold, shaking a fan in this season is very funny.

However, this action has become Yang Yuhuan's habit.

In the deep palace, nothing is reliable, nothing can be grasped, only this iron fan without the breath of life seems more real!

The iron fan is not heavy, but it has a solid feeling, which is in stark contrast to the ethereal vapour in the bathhouse.

The fan can be grasped! It gave her a sense of security.

Yang Yuhuan's delicate palm can clearly feel the line of small characters on the handle of the fan-step cloud flying. The subtle nicks made Yang Yuhuan feel a sense of existence!

Her palm could distinguish every stroke of those four words, and she could even distinguish it with her skin, and she could even distinguish the horizontal and vertical strokes of each word!

This real nick is easier to grasp than the emperor's mind!

In the Merlin, a figure swayed. Yang Yuhuan's heart lifted suddenly.

The scolding voice of the waiter sounded: "Niang Niang is here, step down!" ”

"The slave is a member of the Lady of the Kingdom of Qiu, and he came to clear the snow on the orders of the Lady of the Kingdom." The answer is calm and elegant.

The chamberlain was silent.

After a while, a little guy in soap clothes appeared in Merlin.

Yang Yuhuan exhaled lightly.

As long as the person who comes is not the third sister Yang Yuyao, she can accept anyone! Although, she also knows, today she can't hide!

With his head bowed and a broom in his hand, the little guy buried his head in the snow on the forest path. From far to near, behind the little guy, a bluestone path was swept out.

The wind is blowing in the forest, the snowflakes and plum blossoms on the branches are falling one after another, and the red and white petals that have been swept out of the path have fallen on the ground, gently burying the fruits of the little girl's labor.

However, the little girl was still persistent, and was not moved by the petals falling in the wind.

Yang Yuhuan let out a soft sigh, and the little girl who cleared the snow in the forest reminded her of herself.

She is in the palace, in fact, to clear the snow for the Yang family.

The arrogant and domineering Yang family left behind a messy snow, and it was Yang Yuhuan who used his body to clean up for them, pave the way for them, and clean up the mess they fell.

However, they did not value her labor.

She managed to sweep a way, and they fell into a mess again, and she had to start all over again!

As the first lady of the world, she turned out to be just a snow-clearing boy of the Yang family!

After sweeping the snow for so many years, Yang Yuhuan felt endless exhaustion.

"Can you stop sweeping?" Yang Yuhuan let out a soft sigh.

"Thank you for your favor!"

Yang Yuhuan raised his head, only to find that the little guy had swept under the octagonal pavilion and was kneeling down to salute her.

He obviously regarded Yang Yuhuan's self-talk as the edict of the concubine.

Yang Yuhuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

On the steps under the octagonal pavilion, the residual snow has not melted, and it is very messy to be trampled by passers-by, which is very incongruous with the quiet and elegant of Merlin. Yang Yuhuan sighed softly: "Just sweep the snow on the steps, you don't need to sweep it elsewhere." ”

The little guy got up and walked to the bottom of the steps, and continued to sweep the snow.

The surroundings of the octagonal pavilion were quiet, only the rustling sound of snow clearing rippled in the air.

The plum blossoms are falling, revealing a kind of declining beauty, and the beauty is beautiful, but it is frightening and hesitant. But since there was an extra snowman in this empty merlin, the declining aura has been diluted a lot, replaced by a budding anger.

Yang Yuhuan knows how to appreciate the seclusion of the scenery, she knows that the beautiful scenery needs to be left blank, but also needs to be angry, a master of painting, knows how to add a little careless living creature in the empty place, the whole picture will be vivid.

The little snow-sweeping boy is a living creature in this empty plum forest, careless, but essential.

Yang Yuhuan's eyes fell on the little guy. Xiao Wu has been lowering his head, sweeping the residual snow on the steps, his bowing head can be regarded as a kind of concentration in work, and it can also be regarded as a kind of awe for Yang Yuhuan.

However, Yang Yuhuan still prefers to see his bow as a kind of work focus, because it is more appropriate for the situation.

In the deep palace, Yang Yuhuan, as a noble concubine, needs the awe of others. However, in the tranquility of this Merlin, mixed with a feeling of awe, it is very scenic!

This is just like the anglers on the banks of the rivers in the literati's pen, the concentration of the anglers, and the surrounding rivers and mountains together form a perfect pattern! And if you look at the angler as a Jiang Ziya who has made a name for himself, then the artistic conception is not clear!

The little guy is thin and thin, his steps are slow, but he is not lazy, it is a kind of stability formed because of concentration, Yang Yuhuan believes that it is a vigorous body, because, although this body is hidden under the slave's soapy clothes, it does not have the usual rickety humility of a slave.

That little guy is more like a riverside angler who forgets about everything! He didn't feel humbled and frightened by the presence of a woman who was the mother of the country sitting in the octagonal pavilion, he just focused on the remnants of snow under his feet.

This is an attitude, this kind of attitude, if it is placed in the Daming Palace, Yang Yuhuan can be regarded as a kind of disrespect to the master! However, in this octagonal pavilion, in front of the plum blossoms falling in front of the plum forest, the attitude of the little girl seems so natural and so appropriate to the occasion, which makes Yang Yuhuan's heart pound.

She suddenly felt that that kind of attitude was what she wanted!

As the mother of the country, she can get the supreme wealth and glory in the world, but the only thing she can't get is the attitude of forgetting things and me soaked in the little guy in front of her!

Yang Yuhuan was in a trance, the fan in her hand was heavy, but her heart was fluttering.

With the rustling sound of snow clearing, the little guy walked up the steps and walked into the octagonal pavilion!

Yang Yuhuan suddenly had a strange feeling.

Merlin, remnant snow, and a snowplow who forgot about me! Everything was natural and appropriate.

However, in Yang Yuyao's mansion, how could there be such a little guy with a heart like stopping water!

In Yang Yuhuan's eyes, this so-called departure from the garden is a place to hide filth and dirt, and the servants of Mrs. Qiuguo are all extremely vicious people who bully people and are extremely vicious! How can there be such a realm of forgetting things and self on their bodies!

Something must be wrong!

The chamberlain would actually let a strange snowplow enter Merlin, walk into the Octagonal Pavilion, and come to the side of the Mother of a Nation!

They don't have the Yaxing of literati and inkmen, and their professional reaction should be to turn this little guy away!

However, they didn't!

Yang Yuhuan held the fan tightly and pressed it on her chest, that was her only support!