Snow fell in the sky, the first snow of this winter, the air was thick with a thin mist, the snowflakes fell lightly, and the night was exceptionally cold.

In the small warm kang, the two of them wrapped two heavy cotton quilts, listening to the silence.

On the second day, the two of them were ready, almost all their clothes were on, and they took a deep breath and held their breath, and pushed open the window.

As far as the eye can see, a large area of snow is spread out like a snow-white quilt.

The dilapidated and gray cold palace was wrapped in this white snow, and it became pure and light.

The sky was overcast, but the gloom in the sky was lightened by the goose feathers and snow fluttering in the air.

The bench that Zheng Ruoyi is most cherished in winter, is really idle and has nothing to do with the quilt to take out and spread it, the two of them are next to the fire, wrapped in the quilt and only the head is exposed.

Looking at the snow, look up and follow the snowflakes falling, and then look down and watch the snowflakes melt into the large snowfield.

"Blue."

There was snow outside, but there was no wind and rain, and it was quiet with the windows open.

Zheng Ruoyi's soft voice looked a little ethereal.

Qinglan's voice replied in a low voice: "Master." ”

"Qinglan, the two of us are sitting on the same bed with a warm quilt, and we are also covered. The same snow as the eye looks.

Sleeping in the same bed at night, it's already like this, do you still want to call me master? ”

Qinglan lowered her head, glanced at the quilt wrapped around her body, and whispered, "It's the slave's fault." ”

"I mean, we are in trouble together, and when we get to such a situation, there is no more to say about the sadness and pain, so you don't call me master anymore, call me by my name.

Then I would feel like I was living a quiet life in isolation with my friends.

Instead of a concubine being relegated to the cold palace, with a loyal palace maid, barely struggling to survive. ”

Qinglan hung her head and said nothing.

Eat at the same table with the master, sleep in the same clothes, and even sit on the same chair, talking casually.

There are not many quilts and clothes, but it can only be said that this is a well-decorated house with all their ability.

Everything is plain as water.

Because of the sinister environment, the lord and servant are not considered for the time being.

But in my heart, the master is still the master, and I am just a little minion, so how can I call her by my name?

Zheng Ruoyi understood Qinglan's attitude, her eyes were silent, and she sighed leisurely, no longer like she deliberately smiled and chattered on weekdays.

She was really tired.

The hands in the quilt slowly became cold, and she wished that there would be a hand to hold hers at this time.

Then she pressed one hand on her lower abdomen, and there was even more chills.

At that moment, a somewhat rough hand reached out.

"But I'm sad again, the slave and maid give you a belly." As she spoke, Qinglan's hand slowly rubbed.

Zheng Ruoyi closed her eyes slightly and felt that even through the bloated padded jacket, the increase in strength was just right.

The tingling pain in her lower abdomen slowly subsided, and the hand she had just placed on her lower abdomen slowly curled and relaxed, and her fingertips were hot for a while.

Even if that hand was placed on her lower abdomen and inadvertently folded on the back of her hand, it seemed as if her hand was grasped at that moment.

Zheng Ruoyi's closed eyes had fog condensed into water vapor, and then slowly dissipated.

She opened her eyes, her apricot eyes condensed into a sparkling smile, and she stared sideways at Qinglan, who looked deferential and serene with her head bowed slightly.

Her voice was calm and gentle, "Thank you, Qinglan. ”

Qinglan looked at the beautiful face in front of her, her eyelashes trembled, and she temporarily abandoned a large number of rules that were deep in her mind.

Raising his eyes to look directly at those soft eyes, the corners of his mouth were upturned, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his smile was shallow and bright, recalling what Zheng Ruoyi had said.

She hesitated: "No thanks. ”

This time, the word "master" was controlled and did not blurt out.

Zheng Ruoyi felt a warm current surging in her heart, she parted her clenched hands, covered the back of her hand that was still pressed on her lower abdomen, and stared closely at the woman who had been accompanying her.

If you don't take my hand, then I'll take your hand.

Qinglan was a little cramped, but she still controlled herself and tried to calm down as much as possible.

Because she felt that at this time, her master's heart was happy, and she vaguely understood that she should be respectful and obedient as a slave.

But in this cold palace, the master may not need a slave who is obedient, but a friend who accompanies her.

…… But she is a slave, how can she be a friend of the master.

Qinglan was puzzled, but she also tried her best to compare with the rules she knew she had been receiving for a long time in her mind, and she was also an alternative unconditional obedience to her master.

After that, it snowed sporadically a few times, the weather was cool and cold, and the charcoal fire in the house slowly consumed, and the sky finally cleared when it was no longer enough.

The long winter is long, because there are people around you who no longer seem to be so cold.

Winter passes, the temperature warms up, and the spring flowers bloom in the spring breeze that gradually warms up.

The sky is clear and cloudless, the sun is bright, the peach blooms in the warm wind, the flowers are splendid, pink and white, elegant and charming.

Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, competing with each other, the earth is full of spring, and the royal garden is full of spring.

But in many corners of this magnificent and majestic palace, it is still in winter, obscure and cold.

However, the corners of the cold palace are not as delicate and gorgeous as those palace gardens, but they are simple and quiet.

The seeds were planted on a plot of land behind the house, and then it took a few more days to fence the vegetable patch.

Qinglan pressed against the hoe to calm down her rapid gasp, and kept holding the handkerchief with her slender hand to gently wipe the sweat beads on her forehead.

Qinglan controls the body's reaction to bend down and salute.

"Will this grow vegetables in the fall?" Zheng Ruoyi tucked the handkerchief back into the cuff.

Qinglan was a little uncomfortable about the master putting away the dirty handkerchief stained with his own sweat, and responded in his mouth, "Serve carefully, you should be able to." ”

"Qinglan is awesome, she knows everything!"

Zheng Ruoyi ignored the hesitation and uncertainty in Qinglan's words, clapped her palms, and said with a smile.

The praised blue is even more uncomfortable.

After waiting for the vegetable patch to be completely busy, plant some common flowers that are easy to grow on the ground not far away.

Behind the house, a vegetable patch and a flower field make such a remote place vibrant.

Zheng Ruoyi's eyes were full of expectation, "I'm waiting for the vegetables to grow and the flowers to bloom, let's not be beaten into the cold palace, but to retreat to the mountains!" ”

Qinglan was a little depressed, in her mind, the best life was the master's brocade clothes and food, surrounded by maids, she responded in a low voice.

At Zheng Luoyi's insistence, they took out a sum of silver in exchange for paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

If you want to say why Qinglan doesn't agree, it's naturally not in exchange for these expensive four treasures of the study.

Instead, Zheng Ruoyi wanted to paint, and she also embroidered with her in exchange for silver.

Qinglan felt that she could do more embroidery, and it would be okay to spare money to let her master do some things she liked to do before.

And the master uses his skills in exchange for money, but he can't agree with it.

But the master insisted, she didn't agree and had no way, she directly and firmly rejected the master, it was impossible for Qinglan in this life.

As the sun sets, the bare vegetable patches and the roof tiles on the houses reflect the red.

It's almost time to think, and I looked at Zheng Ruoyi, who was painting with ink on the table that I had brought out.

Qinglan walked lightly, holding a vegetable basket towards the cold palace gathering place.

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