Her name is Ni Jin - the peach is full of spring in the village, and she sings and drums through the Qingming Festival. She was born in Qingming, and her mother died in childbirth when she was born, and the song of that day was a sad song and a mourning.

Like those poor children, she was sold to Man Yuanchun by her biological father at the age of six, and since then she has lived a life away from her soul.

"Ice muscles and jade bones, cool and sweat-free. The wind in the water hall is full of dark fragrance. The embroidery curtain is opened, a little bright moon peeps at people, people are not sleeping, and the pillow hairpin is chaotic. ”

She is the top brand of Man Yuanchun, the heart of the bustard's mother, and the big officials and rich people spend a lot of money on her, just for the happy Spring Festival that night. There were prostitutes who envied her, and there were prostitutes who envied her, and she knew all the stumbling blocks they had secretly placed on her. She didn't want to say it, but she smiled bitterly at the glory in the eyes of those people in her heart, which was the last thing she wanted to do. She doesn't believe in love, she doesn't deserve it.

The wind of the wax moon, slightly cold, blew off the branches and leaves, and blew a pool of lake water. Seeing that the New Year was approaching and the business of Qinglou was deserted, she was happy to be idle, stroking the pipa and leaning on the window alone.

There is no one on the street, and no one appreciates the song "Ni Dress", so it's okay, and others in the province listen to her sadness. There is snow floating outside the fence, and her song will eventually die in this wind and snow.

Snow falls.

It was a person, who looked back unintentionally, and was unintentionally seen by her, and what was in his eyes was much more intense than hers. The man was gone, but his eyes were deeply seared into her heart.

She wanted to see him again.

Dressing up is to deal with the guests, and now she has a person hidden in her heart, dressing up, for him.

The small cabinet next to the bed contains the rare things she has collected from the rouge shop for many years, and one of them is the one she is most reluctant to use, according to the merchant, it is a high-end goods from the Western Regions, she has been pressing it at the bottom of the box, and she took it out today.

As delicate as fat, this kind of spinning is something she has never seen before. Gently apply to your face and feel the blend of water and milk. Something was slowly melting into her skin, nourishing, nourishing her face, her soul. She seemed to be back in the spring before she was six years old.

Seeing him again, it was Chinese New Year's Eve. There was also a boy standing beside him, with an extraordinary spirit.

She stepped forward, and before she could speak, the son beside him had already said, "He doesn't see a woman, not to mention that you are still a woman in the land of flowers and willows." ”

She was a little gloomy, yes, who would want to see someone like herself?

"You have her god, but you are not her. ”

The man spoke, was he talking to me?

"Go and negotiate with the shopkeeper and give her her freedom, she doesn't belong there. ”

Do you want to give me back my freedom? But why don't you look back, don't you want to look at me?

The wind was long, the snow was long, and he was facing away from her, like strangers.

In this life, Ni Jin was ransomed and married to a good family;

She was born in winter.

When the six flying flowers enter the house, sit and watch the green bamboo turn into Qiongzhi. There was a green bamboo in front of her house, and she met him when the snow fell at the beginning of that year.

"There! Don't let him escape!"

The shouts and the sound of horses' hooves startled her, and she was so frightened that she hid in her house and did not dare to go out.

When the voice drifted away, she opened the door and looked out: a man, wounded, blood dripping from his face, falling to the ground and forming a red ice flower, she thought it was beautiful, so she was not afraid, she went up to him, dragged him, and hid him.

I don't know which family he is, I don't know who he was hunted down and killed, but it was the first snow of the year when I met that day, so let's call him Mr. Snow.

Mr. Xue was seriously injured, and although she knew some medical skills, she only saved his life, and it is still unknown whether he will be able to wake up.

"Mr. Xue, who are you?"

"Mr. Xue, today I built a snowman in the courtyard, and I built it in your image!"

"Mr. Snow, my snowman has melted, when will you wake up?"

"Mr. Xue, the leaves of the mulberry tree behind the courtyard have grown a lot, why don't I raise some silkworms?"

"Mr. Xue, the silkworms have spun silk, and they can weave a lot of silk brocade with these silks in the coming year!"

"Mr. Xue, I didn't expect so many silkworms to take out so much silk! But it doesn't matter, I thought of a way to make good use of these silks!"

"Mr. Xue, you won't recognize me when you wake up now!

"Mr. Xue, today is the tenth Chinese New Year's Eve we know!

"Mr. Xue, it's been thirty years, why are you still the same? and I ......"

"Mr. Xue, I'm old, and if you don't wake up again, I may not be able to take care of you. ”

"Mr. Snow......"

The bamboo forest outside the courtyard has changed many stubbles, and the mulberry trees behind the courtyard have also experienced several times of withering. It was snowing again, and he was in her arms, and she snuggled up to him and walked away peacefully. The wind blew, and a tear crossed his eyes, and it fell to the ground and formed ice flowers, which was extremely beautiful.

Her name is Zhao Ying, and she is the daughter of the monarch and the little princess of the kingdom.

From the moment she was born, she was destined to be pampered in every way, and rightfully so, her temper became perverse, and there was nothing she could not get.

In the spring of that year, the peony in Yangzhou was about to bloom, and she begged her father to build a dragon boat for her, and a total of 121 palace maids, eunuchs, and male dependents boarded the boat and went down the river.

When we arrived in Yangzhou, it was the month of fireworks, and people from the riverside market came to watch the magnificent dragon boat. And she, with her male dependents, stood at the bow of the boat, looking down at the grass people below.

Knowing that there was a little princess standing on the dragon boat, the people on the street retreated in panic, and many merchants even took shops, they all knew how powerful this little princess was.

"Uninteresting. ”

Looking at the grass people who were scattering birds and beasts, she lost interest, turned to enjoy the flowers, and met him on a street corner full of peonies.

The wind is not flashy, the clouds are not real, he is not like a person in reality, as if he came out of a painting. He looked back unintentionally, with a sorrow that she didn't understand.

For the first time, she thought that how could people be so good-looking, and then she looked at the male relatives next to her, and judged it like mud.

She wanted to get him, but she was a proud person, and regardless of her status, she didn't want to be worse than him.

The dragon boat contained rouge gouache she had collected from all over the world, and some of them were treasures from foreign tributes, and she chose one at a glance: a small box made of sterling silver was a pool, and the fragrant clear water in the pool was a spring, and the clouds in the sky were soaked in the spring.

She took out the silk cloud and gently pressed it on her face, like a spring breeze, slightly moist, and soaked into her heart.

She asked the palace maid to prepare the most expensive gifts, and she herself put on the most beautiful dress, and came to his mansion, like an ordinary family, to ask for marriage.

He came out and looked at her. There was indifference and sorrow in his eyes, and there was ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Go back, you're not her. ”

She asked, "How am I inferior to her?"

He turned around and didn't answer.

"You'll regret it!" she shouted.

He didn't stop.

A hundred years ago, from the moment he stepped into her garden, he regretted it.

In this life, Zhao Ying is a worry-free princess, and in this life, he has never married.