In the palace, the snow on the ground has been cleared, and only a thick layer of eaves remains, indicating the arrival of winter.

"Princess." Peony cautiously entered the house with the warm soup.

Qin Yinruo was rarely not playing chess, holding the pen tightly in his hand, copying the scriptures over and over again, "Put it down." The cold voice carried a hint of tiredness.

Peony didn't say much, put down the bowl and went out.

Qin Yinruo was still copying the scriptures expressionlessly, without glancing at the side. A drop of ink fell onto the paper and slowly blended away.

Qin Yinruo finally stopped his hand and looked at the words on the paper blankly, but felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurry.

Qin Yinruo's chest was blocked by a burst of fire, and he snorted lightly, he was still the same as others after all, and he wanted to be alone in this palace, but he still didn't do it.

"Princess. His Royal Highness King Cheng has come down. Peony's voice came from outside.

Qin Yinruo put down the pen, crumpled the paper in front of him into a small ball, and threw it in the basket, "Let him come in." ”

Qin Yinde entered the house with a cold wind, and the cool breeze blew directly on Qin Yinruo's body, and Qin Yinruo couldn't help but shiver. The peony behind Qin Yinde hurriedly closed the door from the outside, and the warmth slowly returned.

"How many days are you doing?" Qin Yinde took off his cloak, put it aside at will, sat opposite Qin Yinruo, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"The imperial grandmother has just passed away, how good can she be?" Qin Yinruo's tone couldn't help but carry some anger.

"The imperial grandmother has always been in poor health, and her affairs are reasonable, let's mourn together."

"You're more happy than sad." Qin Yinruo's eyes flushed with a hint of red.

"Qin Yinruo!" Qin Yinde's voice raised a few degrees, and the cup in his hand was crushed at once, "Some things can't be said nonsense!" ”

Qin Yinruo was silent, and suddenly there was only silence left between the two.

After a long time, Qin Yinde reopened his mouth, "Yin Ruo, I know that you don't quite agree with some of my actions, but after all, the imperial grandmother is everyone's grandmother, how can I not be sad?" ”

Qin Yinruo had already calmed down, and he also knew his gaffe, "I, Imperial Brother, I was arbitrary. ”

"Okay, our brothers and sisters, we should be united."

Qin Yinruo raised his head and looked directly into Qin Yinde's eyes, "You really don't know that the imperial grandmother drafted a decree before her death. ”

"I don't know." Qin Yinde's face was calm.

"Okay, I'll trust you." Qin Yinruo took a deep breath. "That decree is now in my hands."

"Something to do with the throne?" A trace of essence yin flashed in Qin Yinde's eyes.

Qin Yinruo smiled softly, "Heh, it's really the imperial brother." ”

"It's Yin Ruo who is too yin, when will Yin Ruo care so much about one thing, and he will specially let me come over, except for the throne, I really can't think of anything else." Qin Yinde wiped the tea on his hands.

"Ahem, ahem." Qin Yinruo suddenly coughed.

"Why are you coughing, I'll let the doctor come later, it's not good to be sick this winter." Qin Yinde spoke, gently patting Qin Yinruo's back.

"No problem." Qin Yinruo's cough finally stopped, and he only waved his hand. "Brother Lao Huang will come with me." Qin Yinruo stood up and led Qin Yinde to the inner room.

Finally made such a choice, Qin Yinruo smiled silently, no matter what, he had already made a decision when he went to find the imperial brother, and there was no need to dwell on it.