The snow is silent, and the salt is sprinkled for thousands of miles. Zhao Xiche's tribute brocade boots stepped on the snow and ran into the East Palace with a plop.

The green gang charcoal of the East Palace is burned vigorously, the resin smells faintly fragrant, the palace people only wear a summer shirt, and they don't feel cold, and the attendants keep adding charcoal to the earth dragon day and night, and the hot sweat is rolling.

The snow foam melted in an instant. Zhao Xiche left a string of watermarks behind him.

"Brother! I heard that you are healed, I came to see you! Zhao Xiche ran to the Jiaolong shell bookcase, supported his head with his elbows, and smiled at the man who was sitting precariously.

Zhao Xixing glanced at the watermark on the gold brick floor, and said lightly: "Didn't take the ride?" Coming in the snow? ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the voice of kowtowing outside the hall and pleading guilty, mixed with a panting cry: "Your Royal Highness King Xian, you wait for the minions!" ”

Seeing the slightly reproachful eyes, Zhao Xiche immediately said obediently: "Eldest brother, don't be angry!" I thought they were walking slowly, so I abandoned them and ran! I want to see you, too! ”

"The dignified prince, what kind of system has it become." Zhao Xixing was stunned and spit out eight characters, but he immediately got up again, pulled Zhao Xiche to the fire pit, and held him down to prevent him from running around.

"Take off your wet boots and dry them. You wear mine first. ”

Zhao Xixing ordered Douxi to take a pair of his own boots and let the young man change them on, and the jade boots with a larger size were swayed by the young man like a spinning top.

"Thank you, eldest brother!" Zhao Xiche raised his eyes and smiled, and the firelight reflected his eyebrows brightly, "When Huaiyang grows up a little more, the eldest brother's clothes and boots will be able to wear!" ”

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince forgives your sins!" As soon as the words fell, the minions who followed up with Zhao Xiche were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

A prince, wearing the clothes and boots of the East Palace, is a big rebel with four words, and every word can be chiseled to death.

The East Palace was suddenly silent, only hearing the faint sound of cold sweat dripping around him.

Zhao Xiche was stunned, he didn't understand what was wrong with his words, and looked at the jade case with anxiety.

Zhao Xixing sighed, met his gaze, and said lightly: "This kind of thing...... Be cautious. ”

Huaiyang knew that he was wrong...... No wonder the queen mother said that the eldest brother is stable and wants to learn more in Huaiyang. If you understand, you have to learn, and if you can't understand, you have to learn......" Zhao Xiche scratched his head, although he was puzzled, he still responded.

Zhao Xixing looked at his fifth brother, an eighteen-year-old boy, his pupils were as clean as the snow outside the window, without any impurities.

It's a pity that the royal robe on his body is full of "lice" under the splendor.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Xi apologized suddenly.

"Eldest brother didn't do anything wrong, huh?" Zhao Xiche became more and more confused.

"I apologize, as your brother." Zhao Xixing's eyes flashed, and the embroidered gold dragon on the colored robe made him feel painful, "But after apologizing, I am as the East Palace." ”

After that, regardless of whether Zhao Xiche understood it or not, Zhao Xixing stopped the wolf hair of the official document in his hand, got up and walked to the eaves, looking at the white and white of the glass, and the red wall of the glass was annihilated.

Bai Xueqi, the emperor's family, is smiling at the rise and fall, and he knows what his family is.

Zhao Xixing stared at the dragon on his clothes, which was closest to the pattern of the five-clawed golden dragon of the Son of Heaven, silently showing the dignity of the heir of the dynasty.

His fingertips clenched suddenly, feeling the embroidery in his palm, blazing, he looked at the young man who was drowsy from the fire, and smiled, his eyebrows faint.

"The heavens will descend on the Si people, and if you become the king or defeat the king, you and I don't have a choice...... If there really is that day, Huaiyang, don't blame me......"

The snow fell one after another, and this sentence was buried in an instant, and Liu Hui, who was standing outside the hall, retracted her hand when she wanted to knock on the red copper door.

She's here a long time ago. Hearing that Zhao Xiche arrived first, he stopped the palace people's report and listened to it outside the door for a while.

The heavens will descend on the Si people.

This sentence is not unfamiliar to her, she is just surprised, the young man in her memory has really cut off all the ways to retreat, and then, there is only one thing left to move forward.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I go.

If there are tens of millions of people who stand in the way, I will punish them.

"Sister, did you hear that?" Liu Hui looked at the snow sky with a complicated expression, the ice fell to her eyebrows, and a cool cry rushed into her heart.

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On a snowy day, Sheng Jing was covered under a layer of quilt, and the earth dragon of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion was burned to the foot of Yushan Mountain.

The beggars, who were purple from the cold, gathered at the door of the house, and their hands and feet warmed up again just by rubbing a little bit of the leaking heat.

After all, everyone in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty knows that the excerpt is not sent to the palace but to the Zhao Mansion, and the treasures are not dedicated to the Jinluan Palace but to the right Xiang's family, and the right Xiang's Zhao family has become an open "small court".

And the sons and daughters of this family are trying out artillery battles in the snow, the snow is big, and the year is approaching, these fifteen or sixteen half-grown children want to take the lead in the excitement.

The tribute mink fur did not enter the snow. The newly-made artillery battle of "filial piety" below, every time a golden flower blooms, it makes the buddies laugh.

Liu Hui stood aside, looking at the teenagers and laughing, laughing herself, and did not forget to tell the little Zhao Xiche not to plant in the snow nest.

But suddenly, she glanced at the young man in the study under the corridor, and his little head was blocked behind a pile of official documents.

"How do you serve the Grand Prince? I got up before dawn, and now I am still in school? I don't advise the eldest prince to rest and play with his brothers for a while! ”

Liu Hui scolded the slave with a little worry, and was about to call the boy.

The minions hurriedly stopped her, saying that it was ordered by the lady, and the eldest prince had to follow how many folds the master had approved today, and he would have to learn how many official documents to handle, and if he didn't have a letter, he would have to be punished.

"What do you mean, sister?" Liu Hui retracted her feet, but she couldn't leave, so she watched for a few hours.

The young man was sitting precariously with his back like a pine, the brothers outside the window were laughing and laughing, and the artillery was about to rush into the study, and he did not squint, only the wolf quickly swept through the scroll.

On the one hand, the buddies in the snow are having a good time, and on the other hand, the pen and ink in the study are quiet, obviously they are of the same age, but they seem to be in two worlds.

"Is that really what my sister meant? The eldest son is only fifteen years old, and the old man is more than thirty years old, can he compare? How can you say when the master will read the excerpts, and the half-grown children will also learn! ”

Liu Hui didn't care about the minions to stop her, so she went in and took a look, and there were hundreds of official documents stacked like bricks between the books, and the young man didn't raise his head, and the ink didn't splash out at all.

She suddenly remembered that not long ago, he knelt in the temple to plead guilty, just because he had knocked over a cup of tea. After the world saw the excitement, the name of "saint" rose from time to time.

Where is this saint, almost a puppet manipulated by man.

Liu Hui was puzzled. His own Zhao Xiche is not a few years younger, but he is like a monkey in the snow, but this young man has not had a trace of fluctuation on his face from beginning to end.

At the age of fifteen, like an old monk, Panasonic settled.

Liu Hui's eyes flashed. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and secretly handed something out: "The eldest prince...... Take it while no one is seeing! ”

Zhao Xixing's eyes rippled, and although he quickly fell silent, at that moment, his still immature eyebrows and eyes were vividly reflected.

Immediately, the little hand stretched out, and he didn't see much expression on his face, so he secretly hid something.

It was an artillery battle. Those buddies in the snow play, the latest artillery battle.

Liu Hui smiled, yes, being a shell of a saint in front of the world, isn't it still the wind rider in his bones.

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