The snow outside the hall melted, and although the sun was shining, the air was filled with thin ice and cold.

Feng Mingxi, who came out of the imperial study, was followed by His Royal Highness King Jin, and he followed suit.

"Uncle Xiao Huang has only returned to Shengjing City for a few days, and he knows everything about what is happening inside and outside the palace." Ming Yan looked at the road under his feet, and there were traces of men walking on the melting snow.

Feng Xiao Wang Ye rushed back to Shengjing from Fengyang City to confront the Ninety-Five Emperor in the Golden Palace for one night, and it has only been six or seven days so far, in addition to taking care of Lu Yixuan to deal with the doubts of the court and the central government, he has already taken Lu Zhongsi's case to heart and is confident.

"Your Majesty and this king are just a favor," Feng Mingxie looked up at the sunlight, a little dazzling, he took two steps back slightly, and leaned next to Mingyi, close at hand, "Little imperial nephew, do you think this scene is good-looking?" He smiled as if he were just talking about the beginning of the snow.

Ming Yi was stunned, drama?

Naturally, it is the imperial study that judges He Jin.

The corners of Ming's lips hooked: "Wonderful." ”

Feng Xiaowang has always acted in an unexpected way but absurd, this person has no taboos and always likes to think of whichever comes out, the degree of connivance of the Ninety-Five is really rare in the world, every step of He Jinyan and Yan Yan is directed at the root, forcing the little adult's original response to change his mind suddenly, and then coerce and lure him in time, where can He Jin live in front of the Ninety-Five Supreme and lie and deceive people without blushing and heartbeat.

"Then is He Jin telling the truth?" The man exhaled softly.

Ming Yan was stunned: "He didn't dare to bully the king, naturally it was the truth." "After the collapse of the little adult's heart, every word of his words was like crying.

Feng Ming raised his eyebrows evilly, if there was no fragrance of peach blossoms, King Jin thought for a moment that it was not the bright spring, but the poisonous snake hidden under the peach blossom tree, spitting fragrant blood-red letters to kill the unsuspecting people with one blow.

"He Jin is just a little waiter in the Yingwu Palace, but the Cheng Lu family who stirred up the fire is hot, just because of one eyebrow, tsk," Feng Ming raised his sleeves, and his fingertips traveled along the gold and silver threads on the feathers, "Once this case is made public, everyone will only think that He Jin deserves death, but they have all forgotten why He Xiaoda entered the East Academy in the first place, and why he wants to befriend a Lu Zhonghei who is not a good soldier." "There are many powerful side branches in the East Academy, and they are far more prominent than Lu Zhongsi in terms of family lineage, but He Jin only chooses him.

Ming's breath was slight, and his voice did not move: "Please little emperor, uncle, give advice." ”

"There are few in the Meijia room, but there is more than one camellia fine silver hairpin." Feng Mingxie was careless, as if asking and answering, his eyes went back and forth on the face of King Qingjun Jin, as if to find out the subtle emotional changes, which he did not say in the imperial study.

As Lu Yixuan questioned at the beginning, she had carefully sent Hua Nu to inquire about Lord Jiang, but the Lu family always regarded everything as ordinary.

Feng Mingxi's mountains and rivers are very charming and soft at first glance, and he likes to use swagger to cover up Taoguang, which is a rare lazy and affectionate of the Ming family, but Ming Ming feels that behind these fake appearances is a Kaifeng blade, which can break you into thousands of pieces by surprise.

Is this drama good-looking?

Feng Mingxie deliberately chose to summon He Jin when he entered the palace, this was not to judge the little adult, but in disguise, to judge him clearly.

Ming's Adam's apple moved slightly, he didn't like this man's meaning, Ming Dynasty sarcastic, and said stiffly with the corners of his mouth: "My nephew is stupid, I don't understand what Uncle Huang said." ”

He Jin was originally arranged to enter the East Academy to deliberately approach Lu Zhonghe, in order to give Lu Yixin a gift of "family ruin" one day.

Meijia's body is not only missing a hairpin, but what else is missing-

Feng Mingxie squinted his eyes as if he had a chance to win, he had already seen everything but did not break through the bones, and the warning also hinted.

Ming Wei was very disgusted with the illusion that this man always seemed to be a little strategic, and he raised his head and raised his eyes to find that there was a figure under the corridor on the side of the landlord of the imperial study.

Qin Zheng.

Lord Qin looked in a hurry, and he didn't know whether he was an edict or a saint.

Feng Mingxie followed his gaze, and suddenly smiled, like the snowflakes in winter with the fragrance of peach, which made you a little confused for a moment: "This king doesn't know whether to congratulate His Highness, and he will be like a tiger with wings in the future." It was as if he already knew Qin Zheng's intention to suddenly enter the imperial study.

King Jin didn't react.

"Lord Qin is about to open up." During this period of time, Mingyue's words and actions have indeed changed a lot, in the case of Lu Yixuan being trapped in a remote corner and Lu Zhonghei committing several crimes, she asked Qin Zheng to see a different golden branch and jade leaf - a delicate princess is willing to change for you and save the people you think are important in your heart, isn't it moving enough, "What, don't you know the imperial nephew." ”

Qin Zheng is not a stone, at least he no longer refuses the occasional invitation of the little princess, which is enough to make Mingyue's heart bloom.

Ming Yan frowned when he heard this, and he didn't have a trace of joy at the closeness between Lord Qin and the princess, on the contrary, he became uneasy and vigilant, as if Qin Zheng was no longer a humerus chess piece under his hand unconsciously.

"Ah, the weather is good today, but it's a pity that this king is tired," Feng Mingxie patted King Jin's shoulder, and his finger bones touched Ming's shoulder blade and pinched it gently, "The case of Dali Temple will annoy His Royal Highness King Jin." ”

He spoke for a long time, and the feathers were scattered, and he walked away along the long palace road where the sun and snow melted.

The winter in Shengjing is far more gloomy than the sunny day, and the gossip that is boiling all over the city will eventually turn into people's after-dinner chatter.

I heard that Lu Zhongsi was transferred to Dali Temple, or Jiang Weihang and Dali Siqing personally went to escort him, and the unlearned and unskilled loser actually wanted to be exonerated and retried, is this, wronged?

In the teahouse and inn, there have long been people who can't bear to gossip, who hasn't heard of gossip.

Tsk, poor Wei Guogongfu, now there is only one eldest son and one son left, the eldest brother still has to wash away the grievances, and the little sister walked back and forth from the guillotine-

The storyteller's paper fan shook gently, and the wooden board was slapped, this intrigue and smoky world.

When Lu Yixin opened her eyes again, it was as if she had walked a long path, not suffocating in the dark, but like a hazy and lost dream, when she woke up, she could even recall every trivial matter and every sentence before falling asleep, but she was dizzy, and her mind was heavy and she couldn't concentrate.

Outside, I don't know if it was early morning or dusk, and the wind swept through the window flowers and treetops.

Creak, someone pushed the door in.

"Miss Lu, are you awake?" The voice was a little excited, it was Yue Chi, the corners of the beauty's eyes and eyebrows were full of joy, and she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the crook of her arm, "But don't move." ”

Lu Yixuan was weak, and the bones in her wrist were just about to stab hard before she realized that she was almost wrapped in bandages, and her limbs were sore and painful, and she subconsciously let out a low breath, which reflected the words that suddenly flashed in her mind - Now, you are still qualified to cry out in pain.

Pain proves that you are still alive.

Yue Chi gently pressed the pillow against her back, but he didn't dare to ask the girl to relax her leaning, after all, Lu Yixuan's chest and back were not injured.

Her expression was gloomy, her consciousness had not completely eased up, the more sober the reality was, the clearer the past became, one after another, Yue Chi knew very well what her silence represented, grief and guilt and self-blame, would not dissipate out of thin air.

"You slept for a day and a night, and you couldn't wake up with a groggy scream," Yue Chi looked for a topic to distract the soulless girl, maybe it was because that day was full of countless despair and confusion about life and the road ahead, she cried too tired and tired, "The snow in Shengjing City stopped, the sun shone brightly yesterday, and the snowflakes fell again today. ”

Silhouette of a beautiful woman falling a light on a window grille.

Lu Yixuan opened her mouth and subconsciously looked at Xiao Xuan's window, the light and shadow outside were obscure, her fingertips suddenly touched the extremely soft fluff, the little girl lowered her head and was a little surprised to find that the golden Guiliu was lying beside her and licking her fingertips, wet and slightly itchy, it didn't seem to be afraid of her at all, on the contrary, it was pleasing itself, and the tip of its tail curled up and gently swept over her wound bandage.

Lu Yixuan was very surprised, his fingertips gently scratched the hair on his neck, and the six children made a grunting sound with satisfaction.

"It's ...... Where? Hoarse, she cleared her throat, a dry pain in her throat.

"The prince is in the mansion outside the palace," Yue Chi smoothed her back lightly, "Are you hungry?" ”

Lu Yixin was stunned, nodded blankly, as if all the reactions were half a beat slower, she hadn't eaten for a long time, and she didn't feel the lack of physical function all the time she had been asleep.

Porridge side dishes.

Yue Chi took the medicine bowl and handed it to the girl: "The little prince said, if you wake up, the medicine can't be delayed." She smiled and groaned, and no matter what she said, it was hard to refuse.

The decoction had been simmering on the stove, hot and bitter, and Lu Yixuan didn't think much about drinking it all.

Two sweet snacks were suddenly stuffed into her palm, and when she looked down, it was actually two pieces of peach blossom cake.

"My craftsmanship is not good, I tossed for a few days, I hope you don't dislike it." Yue Chi didn't have a little enchanting when she bent her eyebrows, she was full of sincerity towards relatives and friends, she was a little embarrassed, Lu Wanyu was good at making small pastries, especially cloud peach blossom cakes, she studied for a few days before she dared to take out her hand, and it was rare to see this woman when she was nervous and unconfident.

Lu Yixuan's eyes showed a hint of surprise, Yue Chi specially learned how to make peach blossom cake for her?

Surprise turned into moving, she didn't know this woman well, but she was affectionate and righteous in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou, Lu Yixin twisted a piece, melted in the mouth, fragrant and soft.

The original bitterness was diluted, and the sweetness could not be detected because of the pain, but she could smell the fragrance of flowers, like the spring of March, Lu Wanyu gently stroked her forehead, distressed and relieved-

Ah, you're too bitter.