Seven Kings' Mansion.

Night.

Ye Wubai was dressed in a white fox fur, holding a peach blossom umbrella with one hand, and walked through the snow-white patio very quickly. The lanes that had been swept during the day were covered with thick snow, and the snow became heavier at night, so the people simply let it go and waited until the fourth watch to get up and shovel the snow.

But there are no deep footprints in the white place of the night, only two lines of extremely shallow footprints. Because he walked too fast, the umbrella was stained with red plum petals. When he walked under the eaves, he closed the umbrella and the petals fell to the ground. Like a poem in praise of winter, it is silently chanted.

"Lord, are you going to bed?" Ye Wubai lightly slammed the gutter three times.

The door creaked open, and Xuanyuan Po got up with a big coat over his dirty clothes: "Come in." ”

After Ye Wubai went in, he hung his cloak on the hanger and looked at the empty couch outside.

Xuanyuan Po has already arrived in the inner warm pavilion: "Come in, haven't you frozen enough?" ”

Ye Wubai retracted his eyes and continued to go inside. Xuanyuan's bed was already made, and I guess I fell asleep. He asked, "The prince slept so early today?" ”

"Night boy, the time is coming, I'm afraid you're the only one who can't go to bed in the cold." Xuanyuan Po Fenghua showed his cloak and sat down on the Taishi chair, habitually putting his legs on the low table next to him, a bright young man who was wandering.

Ye Wubai sat beside him, probed around again, and quipped: "Isn't the prince going to become a monk?" Don't want concubines and ladies, don't even want a maid who keeps vigil? Do you want to come in person to serve tea and pour water? ”

"If you hadn't come secretly in the middle of the night like this, would I have kicked the maid out?"

Ye Wubai disagreed and said: "Don't plant me on this matter, I think it must be because you are not determined enough, I am afraid that you will be spoiled by the night maid who is sad about Miss Yan." Ye Wubai rubbed his finger kucks that were red from the cold, and didn't look at Xuanyuan Po's expression.

Xuanyuan Po squinted at the night, and said helplessly: "A few days ago, those ladies in the mansion did come to the king to make a fuss, and they also stuffed a lot of henchmen and maids over. This king naturally understood what they meant, and felt that he had no hope and carried the people around him. ”

"And then?"

"Then the king said that if there was any more such thing, he would send them all out to the Zhuangzi, and that if the king wanted to be fortunate enough for them to serve them wholeheartedly, he would not use any pickling methods until they were summoned, so he would cancel the vigil altogether."

Ye Wubai rubbed his knuckles redder than before, he thought for a moment and said, "I remember that you have a personal maid named Xiluo, who is beautiful and gentle and considerate, why did you even drive her out?" ”

"He once drove her, but he pointed to her during the day to serve, and he didn't need her to keep vigil." Xuanyuan Po thought for a while and said, "By the way, it's been a long time since she changed her name to Qiluo, you are too ill-informed, what do you eat in your Illusory Palace?" ”

Hearing this, Ye Wubai's hands clenched together violently, and a little anger flashed quickly in his eyes, but it was more of an incomprehensible mood.

"Lord Wang, have you thought about it?"

Xuanyuan Po's eyes were also confused, but finally turned firm, and sighed: "The road is long and resistant. Identity is born here, and we have no choice and cannot overcome. ”

"......" was silent at night, his mood seemed to be infected by the weather, and it was snowing heavily, but no one held an umbrella for him.

Xuanyuan Po saw that his expression was different, and said, "You didn't come here so late to talk about gossip, right, but what happened?" ”