It was already in the wax moon, the snow was overwhelming, the palace was white and moist everywhere, and the jade trees were so clean that it seemed that nothing had happened.

The first year of Chongzhen, December 24, Chinese New Year's Eve, the emperor's birthday.

As a concubine, she went, sat in the place separated from him, looked at the shadow of the clothes, and smiled like a flower.

Today's newcomers replace the old people's faces, Qingli Chuyan is delicate and proud, not afraid of being sparse than plums, not afraid of being colder than snow.

He drank cup after cup, looking very happy.

She knew that he was not happy, and that real happiness was not in the glass.

The warm wine entered the throat, bitter and spicy, and I tasted it lightly, let alone raise a glass again.

His pomp, his spring breeze, his heart annoyed. His warbler Yanyan, his world, his harem, his birthday.

Isn't he happy that everything is his? Everything, he has everything in his hands.

Not accustomed to the smiling faces of the queen mother and the king's servant, she got up lightly and walked to the back.

It is the end of the year, and it is the first birthday of the emperor since he ascended the throne, the full moon shines on the snow, the building pavilions with red lights are full of smoke and brocade, the ice and snow and the cold wind can not stop the strong joy, and there is a faint sadness.

The moonlight was thin and cool, as bright as glass, the beaded embroidered shoes stepped on the thick snow, making a squeaky sound, she walked alone under the moon, Jinyun Mama and Xiao knew her mood, so they only followed behind from a distance.

When she went out, Mama Jinyun wrapped her tightly, but it was not cold, she was wearing a white skirt, and she was a delicate red or purple, she was the only one who wore white on the emperor's birthday, it was as white as snow, as if she would be lost in this vast sea of snow if she was not careful.

"Niangniang is not in good health, why are you walking in this heavy snow?"

The voice of the person behind her was low, and her steps were steady, it was Yuan Chonghuan, and when she left the table, she saw that he also got up and retreated.

She didn't look back, lowered her head, and only smiled faintly: "Because this cold wind can make people sober." ”

The person behind him didn't speak, just followed her footsteps and walked slowly.

"Is Momo okay? I haven't seen you in a long time. "She seems to like children more and more, is it because she can't have children anymore?

"I'm getting older, and I'm getting naughty and naughty." Speaking of children, his tone was not as low as he had just been, and he could hear that there was a deep pampering and satisfaction in those words.

A trace of pain flashed in her heart, but she was so expectant, she knew that such a feeling was called envy.

She smiled: "A child is naughty and smart, just follow her temperament, just be happy." ”

"Yes! She always mentions her mother, and the jade pendant given by her mother is always with her and refuses to take it off. There was a little helpless smile in his words.

There were patrolling palace people, saluting them when they passed, she nodded with a light smile, and said: "I miss her too, if it is convenient for Mrs. Yuan to take her to Yongning Palace one day, I will be bored in the palace every day." ”

"Yes, sissy."

After a long time, she sighed and asked, "Nan Ruochen...... Is he okay? ”

She heard the people behind her sigh with regret, and suddenly something flashed in her mind, but it quickly disappeared with the wind in the vast snow.

"He ......"

"Forget it, don't talk about it......" Hearing his sigh, she suddenly didn't want to know how Nan Ruochen was doing now, maybe she was afraid to know that he was not doing well, or she was afraid that he hadn't forgotten her, and she was also afraid that he had forgotten all about himself, but it was good to forget, she and him had never been people who should have intersected.

The sigh of the person behind her was even heavier, although she tried her best to endure it, it was almost inaudible, but it still fell into her ears, she stopped, closed her eyes, and sighed: "Lord Yuan has been out for too long, it's time to go back to the Qianqing Palace." ”

"Yes! Weichen sent Niangniang back. ”

Thinking of his appearance, remembering the smile of the queen and the king's chosen servant, she shook her head: "I won't go to the banquet, you go, I'll go again." ”

Yuan Chonghuan retreated silently.

She has been walking in the snow blankly, refusing to go back, but she doesn't know her destination, thinking that she is just greedy for the boundless snow.

Until she heard the sound of "gurgling" behind her, she turned around, it was Mama Jinyun and Xiao Yan, who was shivering in the cold wind, but only holding her arms, trying her best to hide the trembling between her teeth.

The party has changed too much, if it was before, she would have run to her early and said, "Miss, it's cold outside, is it okay for Miss to go back, the company is about to freeze!" ”

Now she has become silent and forbearing, she suddenly feels very distressed, she is always too selfish, unintentional, but always hurts others.

She turned around, walked back, left and right, hugged Xiao Yan and Jinyun Mama in her arms, without words, the body temperature of the three people warmed each other, and the hands of the three people supported each other and walked towards Yongning Palace.

Although the weather is cold, the Hmounder Pavilion is too wet and cold, not suitable for living, Jinyun Mama once said that she would move back to the previous dormitory, how good, a warm room.

But she refused, she liked the Flounder Pavilion, perhaps because of this, she couldn't see the battle and killing in this deep palace.

In the depths of winter, the fish are no longer happy, and the mandarin ducks in the lake do not know where they have gone.

But he didn't want to be here when he was supposed to celebrate his birthday in the Qianqing Palace, he, like her, coveted the boundless beauty here, coveted the cleanliness and pure whiteness here, and stayed away from those rights and wrongs.

He leaned against the wooden railing, and she saw only the thinning side of his face, and the boundless desolation between his eyes.

Grasping the railing, I watched the water waves and smoke get darker and darker, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to be touchable by tentacles.

Stretching out his hand, the empty wind, from his fingertips, between his fingers, flew away, and his fists were closed, but they were also empty.

Her heart seemed to be pierced by a thin needle, but she forced herself to turn a blind eye and turned around and walked into the room.

But the man suddenly turned around at this moment, took her hand, and with a sudden force, she fell into his arms, faintly warm body temperature, with the intoxicating smell of wine, with the power of seduction.

At this moment, she really wanted to grasp this trace of warmth, the warmth that made her indulge, which made her irresistible distance.

However, it was such a close distance that made her smell that there was the fragrance of other women on his body, and she recognized this smell as the queen, and only the queen was the one standing beside him.

Her fingers were a little stiff, maybe she had stood in the snow for too long, and had been blown by the biting cold wind for too long, before she coveted the warmth that did not belong to her, and she instantly sobered up and pushed him away violently.

He was defenseless, and took a few steps back, his eyes full of hurt pain.

She couldn't bear it, but she only said coldly: "I don't like the smell of you." "In the sleeves, there is a fist that is grabbed, and a fist is to grasp your heart, and you will not let people hurt you.