The days flew by, and when Qiao Mei paid attention again, it was the middle of winter when the snow covered the mountain.

Longel is located in the land of Xihan, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing a lake, so before the depths of winter, heavy snow arrives, and there is no grass at this time.

In a word, this is a remote place in Yaozhou, not only barren but also cold.

Qiao Mei saw it with her own eyes, when she was wrapped in the thick jacket that Ji Qing'an found for her, the low-level people's warm clothes were still wearing thin autumn clothes.

But despite the defeat, the people here seem to be cold and warm.

For example, when she walked down the street, she could see pedestrians with wooden faces dressed in patched sackcloth, but she could not see beggars begging for food along the street.

Dunzhu once told her that the people of Longel were very kind-hearted and would rather eat less for themselves than leave a bite of food for those who were hungry.

"Last year, when the fields were in a great famine, the king personally led the nobles to go down to the fields to plough the land, and even dug dams and did such dangerous things as the king's accompaniment to the migrant workers!"

When Dunzhu said this, he had a proud smile on his face.

Qiao Mei listened to it with mixed feelings, in her cognition, a small land like Longel, which was born dependent on a big country, was the most spineless existence.

Not only do they pay tribute every year, but the envoys who come to pay tribute have to curry favor with them......

But she never thought that in such a small country, how many people were clothed and fed, and the baskets were empty. But even so, they have never pawned their wives and abandoned their children like the people who suffered disasters in Nanqi.

"I heard that it was Nanqi who forced you to come here?" Qiao Mei was a little puzzled, although Xie Huaijin looked cold, but his heart has always been soft, it should not be his style to force a small country that has no great effect.

But as soon as her words came out, Dunzhu closed her mouth and knelt down, bowing her head deeply and not daring to get up.

How dare she say this?

The king had already told her that she should never mention these old things to Miss Qiao......

Seeing her behavior, Qiao Mei asked again, "What is this place to hide?" ”

Dunzhu hung his head and mourned, "Miss Qiao, don't ask again, the maid doesn't dare to say ......"

"Then I will go and ask you, the king." Qiao Mei hesitated and said this slowly.

As soon as her words fell, Dunzhu suddenly raised her head, a look of horror in her eyes.

Miss Qiao knows that Gongzi is the king?

Looking at her sudden expression, Qiao Mei felt a little clear in her heart.

"What is the girl talking about...... The king has always been burdened with things, and I don't think I can come... I won't see you. ”

Dunzhu said with a sudden heart, a little uneasy. She was a servant of the royal palace, and she had been secretly trained a long time ago that a girl from Nanqi was coming to Longel, and that she would serve her.

When Miss Qiao was not here, Lord Scarf, Little Adult Dan, and even the king came to remind her openly and secretly, asking her to always pay attention to her words and deeds......

But now, the fact that he was told by the king several times not to reveal his identity was actually known to Miss Qiao!

It must have been that she showed some flaws, or said something that shouldn't have been said, that the girl guessed...... She'll be expelled from the palace!

Qiao Mei was a little surprised, she looked at the little girl kneeling at her feet and burst into tears, and her face was full of despair.

She helped Dunzhu up, knowing that she was scaring her, and couldn't help but slow down her voice, "What are you crying about?" I have long known that Ji Gongzi is not an ordinary person, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

The little girl looks two years younger than Qiao Mei, and her temperament is gentle and pleasant, and Qiao Mei is taking her as a sister these days.

Seeing that she was still sobbing, Qiao Mei stroked her long braids and said, "Isn't it that Ji Gongzi is a fierce man behind his back?" ”

That's why you're scared like this?

Dunzhu quickly shook her head, she wiped her tears, "The king is not that kind of person, it's a maid who is not good......"

"Girl, girl—"

Voices of urgency could be heard from afar outside.

Although there was no brazier in the house, it was warmer than outside, and Qiao Mei didn't want to open the curtain to let the cold wind in.

Qiao Mei was still grinding on the ground, Bai Qing had already broken in against the wind and snow, she was shivering with cold, there was fluttering snow on her hair, shoulders and eyebrows, and the jacket she was wearing on her head seemed to be soaked.

Don't look at the worship of the love dressed more than Dunzhu, but when she walks outside and comes back, she can tremble so much that she can't speak.

Longel was so cold.

Qiao Mei hurriedly took off her coat and wrapped her in the blanket beside her. After coming here, the consciousness of respect and inferiority has been weakened, no matter what, it is best to return to Nanqi alive.

The worship was really cold, she didn't refuse, and let the girl wrap her tightly, so she had a little warmth.

Dunzhu looked at her cold, and the doubts of the past few days had long since become the current surprises.

Also, winter in Longel comes early, and the midwinter season is a cold that people in other places can't bear.

Sensing the coldness wafting in between the doors, she hurriedly compacted the curtain again, and when she turned back, Qiao Mei and the two were already sitting down by the fire.

The stove was boiling with white soup, bubbling white steam, and it was very fragrant just by smelling it. Qiao Mei first filled a bowl for worship, and urged her to "drink quickly." ”

I don't dare to refuse.

This is Longel's unique cold warming soup, and the winter here is not only unbearable for ordinary people, but also for the children and sick children of Longel.

This requires this kind of herb to be boiled until the soup is taken, so that it is not easy to get wind chills and colds. When Qiao Mei first drank this soup, she almost thought it was a broth - when the carminus grass is boiled over a high fire, the soup will change color and even give off its unique aroma.

Therefore, Longel's hungry people often go to the mountains to pick the herb in the spring, which is not only dried into herbs to cook the cold soup, but also to comfort the hungry stomach for a long time.

And after experiencing that she was fainted by hunger and her own girl suddenly had a high fever, she felt more and more that they couldn't get sick, so she didn't need Qiao Mei to remind her, she would also drink this cold soup.

There was a charcoal fire burning, and the small stove was very warm, so Dunzhu reached out and pulled out two carbon stones with tongs and stuffed them into the clay pot underneath.

Qiao Mei watched her move, and she didn't stop it.

In fact, there is no such "good thing" in the yard where they live—at least for a country like Longel, which is scarce, it is a good thing that can give people warmth.

It was she who had a high fever last time, so Ji Qingan ordered someone to find a small stove and a small basket of charcoal.

She still remembers how happy Dunzhu was when the charcoal was brought into the yard.

After a moment of relief, she remembered the scene she had just seen, and she raised her head and opened her mouth.

Touching her own girl's beautiful side face has been dyed a little vicissitudes, and the words she came to her mouth blurted out almost without thinking.

"The slave seems to have seen the ...... Your Majesty. ”

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