The cold wind blew in, blowing the annoyance and boredom in the brain.

Today was his birthday, and she didn't turn around and go back to her room after all.

He stood still, watching her turn towards the lake, her eyes indifferent and cold.

I don't like the smell on you.

He reflected on what she had said to herself, the first and only thing she had said to him in more than two months, and she had used his coldness to knock him out of place.

The snow is flying, a layer of silvery white, if you first see this snow, you will only think that it is flat, who knows that there is a lake below.

Adjusting to her mood, she lowered her head and said lightly: "Happy birthday." ”

She still didn't look at him, her eyes were just staring at her hands, and it was not easy to say this sentence in this mood.

This was the second thing she said to him, and although it was still cold, it was enough to make his heart start to rise when he fell to the bottom.

He suddenly smiled: "This is the best birthday present I have received today." ”

Since the past few days, the minions have been presenting congratulatory gifts from the ministers and concubines in an endless stream, but he did not even raise his head, only raised his hand and let people take them down, without looking at them.

Until today's dinner, she was still cold, he drank glass after glass, and there was no trace of distress or panic in her expression, and she even left the table at the beginning of the dinner.

She was not in front of him, he suddenly lost all the mood of celebration, regardless of the concubine's smile like a flower, regardless of the strange eyes of the ministers, and left the table directly.

The silence between the two only made people feel that the atmosphere was a little awkward, she still didn't speak, her expression didn't change much, she wanted to go back to the room, she didn't want to face him, she didn't want to think, which one was true, was he the one who couldn't bear to take care of the overall situation, or was he who had a clean and clear smile like now?

"The production of glass mirrors has come to an end, what does the emperor plan to do next?"

That's the only thing she can talk to him about now, right? can say it, and feel inappropriate, in fact, it is also a national event, she crossed the line again, and she always does not have a long memory.

She suddenly laughed at herself and explained: "I lost my words, and the emperor didn't say it." I'm going to pour some hot tea for the emperor. ”

But before she could turn around, her shoulders were grabbed fiercely: "Xin'er, do we have to talk like this and get along like this?!" ”

The meager anger that he deliberately suppressed made his hands that locked her shoulders tremble slightly.

There was not a trace of ripples on her face: "Isn't it the emperor who wants this?" ”

When she loves him wholeheartedly for him, he has to take care of his country, to prevent others from coveting his country, and to maintain the balance of the harem at all costs, this person, including her, this everything, also includes her.

He doesn't trust her, and he treats her as a pawn in his hands, so does he still have the luxury of retaining her wholehearted love after he uses himself? It's too impossible for a proud woman like her, isn't it?

Unable to bear the cold and arrogant aura she exuded all over his body, his hands finally failed to retreat, and his entanglement and confrontation with her always ended in his collapse in her indifference and alienation.

When she brought hot tea, he leaned weakly on the railing, and his mood calmed down.

She handed him the tea in her hand, touching the coldness of his fingertips, and her heart was inexplicably painful.

"Glass mirrors are not used in large quantities today, and a large number of copper mirrors are blurred, illuminated, and easy to rust, and need to be polished frequently. Moreover, glass mirrors are expensive, and if they are manufactured in large quantities, they can be popularized among the royal family and nobles, and if they cannot completely fill the emptiness of the national treasury, they can relieve most of the pressure. ”

"Hmm." She responded lightly, looking at her distantly: "However, rare things are expensive." ”

"What do you mean?" His gaze flashed.

She was noncommittal, she didn't miss the flash of streamer, in fact, he understood what she meant, right? She and he always had such a tacit understanding. Now, he just wanted to talk more.

After a long silence, she said, "Do you know how I spent my birthday in the world I came from? ”

He looked at her with anticipation in his eyes.

I've never given him a birthday, so let's celebrate it for him today, maybe in the future, there will be no chance, she thought.

"Birthday is to eat birthday cake and make a wish."

"Birthday cake?" His face was full of novelty.

She shrugged: "There's no material here, you can't make a birthday cake." ”

He smiled happily, although he was curious about the birthday cake, he didn't care, all he cared about was her heart.

She frowned again and thought for a moment, and said, "You wait first." ”

Dropping these words, she summoned Mama Jinyun and asked a few words in a low voice, and Mama Jinyun saw that her relationship with the emperor had finally improved, so she went mysteriously with a gentle smile.

Soon, Mama Jinyun brought some soft silk, some light bamboo, and some needlework.

In the dim candlelight, her hand with a needle and thread shuttled between silk and bamboo, she was meticulous and serious, and the expression was projected on his heart, soft, and he followed her example, clumsily splicing those silks together.

The afterglow of the corner of her eyes was also projected on his serious but clumsy movements, and suddenly, a sour feeling gushed up from the tip of his nose, if he didn't have a country, a harem, and no people in the world, then could they live a plain but happy life like ordinary people and couples? But it's all if.

Suddenly he took the fruit in his hand, raised his head and smiled at her, like a child who begged for a reward, she blinked, faded the wetness in her eyes, and returned him with a bright smile, and from then on, this smile, like a cinnabar, was engraved on his heart, until far away, in the long time without her, gave him a reason to persevere.

In a short time, the two wishing lamps were ready, and she fixed the candle flame in the wishing lamp, took the ink-stained brush, handed it to him, and said, "Come, make a wish." ”

He looked at the pen in her hand in amazement, and then at the wishing lamp in her hand, which had been slowly floating under the action of heat, until he saw her smile and nodded, he took the pen and wrote his wish on the wishing lamp she had made with his own hands.

"Xin'er also wants to make a wish." He handed her the wishing lamp he had made himself, and although it was not as good as hers, she still smiled, and when she took the pen in his hand, she caught a glimpse of the words he had written: Self-cultivation Qi family......

She didn't see the words in the back, but she could guess that he was the emperor, and self-cultivation and governing the country and leveling the world was his grand ambition.

She picked up the pen and turned her back, her hands dancing on the candlelit silk.

Then he nodded and smiled at him, signaling that she was all right.

He reached out to take her hand, and she did not refuse, nor shook it back, but stood beside him, and watched with him, watching the two beautiful wishing lamps rise, rise, and disappear in this vast snowy day......