In order to determine the condition of the snow, Sima Cheng hesitated again and again or lifted the curtain, and walked into the inner room but only looked at the snow from a distance, his eyes were as deep as ink, he could tell himself: "It was just an unintentional move by His Highness Ji", but how to explain his own "annoying and endless" thoughts?

Sima Cheng walked to the outhouse angrily, washed his face with the water left by Yang Meiniang, and wanted to sober himself up, and when he was about to pick up a handkerchief to wipe it, the memory of wiping the blood for her with the little face like a peach blossom holding the snow immediately came to mind.

I didn't notice it at that moment, but when I thought about it at this time, stroking the touch of the little face, Sima Cheng's hand shook and almost dropped the handkerchief to the ground, he had palpitations, and finally simply put down the handkerchief and wiped the water droplets on his face with his cuffs.

On weekdays, when he is alone at night, Sima Cheng will look up at the night sky and listen to the wind, so he walked to the window, pushed open a window, and a cool breeze hit, as if it could blow Sima Cheng's thoughts that he couldn't figure out.

Tonight, the moon is sparse, the moon hangs high in the night sky, the moonlight is bright, the cold light slides down in front of the window like silk, and the light veil by the window is integrated, everything seems to be immersed in this night, Sima Cheng seems to have a moment of tranquility, he wants to get closer to the bright moon, so as to get rid of the sorrow caused by that kiss, but he can't be too far away from the snow, after all, he is always her personal guard.

In the end, Sima Cheng turned over the beam, landed on the roof tile of the room, lay down and faced the sky on his back, he needed to give himself a night and think clearly about everything tonight.

……

And this night, Xue didn't sleep well, although the itchy pain had faded, but the heat would still come to her heart from time to time, in a daze, Xue had a dream, she dreamed that she was in this room, took the initiative to hug Sima Cheng's narrow waist, rubbed on his chest, and then bullied up, climbed his neck, kissed him on the cheek, and was not satisfied, kissed his thin lips, and finally pushed him to the spring chair, ripped off his belt, and opened his shirt......

"Ahh With a scream of snow, she sat up suddenly, her face was pale, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, she looked around in shock, and found that the inner room was empty except for her, and there were two folded silk quilts in her hand, and there was no wrinkle on the mattress inside, it seemed that no one had slept with her, and then she quickly looked at her clothes, and found that she was still wearing the green bamboo and white shirt of yesterday, although the neckline was a little loose, but it would not show anything.

So was that a dream? Snow seemed relieved, but what about that feeling of déjà vu? She was puzzled.

Xue was just about to get out of bed, and suddenly felt as if the back of his head had been hit by something, and he had a splitting headache, which was like the feeling after he got up the next day after drinking too much wine on the night of the Lotus Picking Festival, and his whole body was weak at the moment, Xue shook his head hard, half-moved and half-dragged his legs off the bed, but he no longer had the strength to put on shoes.

Xue sat on the edge of the bed, trying her best to remember everything that happened last night, and her memory only stayed in Yang Meiniang poured her a glass of amber wine, and then it was completely broken, vaguely remembering that the light seemed to be dark during the period, and then she didn't know how to get into bed, but she was very sure that some of the things she dreamed about just now must be just a dream, because it was written in the book she had seen before that if it really happened, then she would not be as neatly dressed and refreshed as she was at this moment.

Xue looked around the house, and found that everything was still the same as yesterday, and the scrolls and utensils that she had packed up in a fit of rage, along with the pocket, were still lying in the corner of the wall, and she accidentally glanced at the spring chair that appeared in her dream, and couldn't help but feel very dazzling, as if the thing had seen through her heart, and she couldn't help but blush.

Xue finally rested enough, she slowly walked out of the back room, while lifting the curtain, a beam of sunlight hit Xue's face, Xue couldn't help but squint, the window was wide open, the room was bright, but there was no trace of Sima Cheng, although Xue had been sure that nothing unforgivable had happened to her and Sima Cheng, but she always felt that the picture in the dream was real, and she had palpitations, and couldn't help but worry a little about what would happen if she met Sima Cheng.

At this moment, seeing that there was no one around, Xue suddenly felt a dry throat when he saw the teacup on the table, so he drank a few sips of water first, and saw a copper basin with clear water next to him, and then washed his face, and rubbed the handkerchief when he finished wiping his face, and couldn't help but feel that this touch was somewhat familiar, as if he had used it before, this matter, Sima Cheng's face suddenly flashed in Xue's mind, and the faces of the two were very close, and his face was still flushed, Xue couldn't help but shake his hand, the handkerchief fell to the ground, is that dream real!?

Xue was shocked, her cheeks flushed, and she felt she needed to calm down, so she walked to the window, propped herself on the windowsill with her hands, and took a deep breath to look out at the distant scenery.

This is the north of the city, and the room where Xue is located is not adjacent to the main street, and there are mostly large fields of farmland and low houses as far as the eye can see, and when you look to the other side, you can faintly see the corner tower inside the palace wall, and the squatting beasts on the vertical ridge show the difference of the royal building.

Xue couldn't help but glance up at the eaves above her head, and when she was about to turn around, she looked back at the eaves again, and sure enough, a piece of black fabric was revealed in the corner of the eaves, because it was similar to the color of the roof tiles, Xue didn't pay attention to it for the first time, and then felt very twisted, so she looked at it again, but she didn't think much about it, so she sat down directly by the windowsill.

The windowsill is higher, if Xue leans against the wall, then her feet will hang on the ground, Xue dangles her legs boringly, the surroundings are quiet, she has nothing to do, so she starts to think about last night's events again, because the handkerchief just now stirred up a vague fragment in her mind, she can't help but worry about whether she made any gaffes last night, Sima Cheng avoided her, Xue carefully looked at the table and chair in the room, trying to think of something.

Just as she was thinking about it, she felt a sudden gust of wind blowing beside her, and a black shadow flashed into the house, and the snow was startled, and she hurriedly retreated until her back was against the wall, and she clasped her knees tightly with her hands, and hid behind the light veil by the window, and closed her eyes in fear.

And after Sima Cheng opened the window and entered the house to stand still, he didn't expect the snow to be by the window, and when he saw that the snow was shrunk into a ball, he probably scared her, so he immediately knelt in front of the snow and said:

"Sima Cheng saw His Highness, frightened His Highness, and asked His Highness to condemn him."

The words were closed, and Sima Cheng kowtowed to the ground.

Xue heard that it was Sima Cheng, so she quickly opened her eyes, looked him up and down, and instantly understood, it turned out that the strange fabric just now was Sima Cheng's clothes, so he was just on the roof tiles? But it's not impossible to think about it, after all, when he was in the White Horse Temple, Sima Cheng didn't fly over the eaves.

Xue calmed down, and then noticed that she looked a little embarrassed, and quickly got up, but just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered the "sweet dream" she had last night, and suddenly stopped her voice.

If she really did something to Sima Cheng last night, then how could she still have the face to see him at this moment!!