Jiao'er looked at the person in front of her, the temperature on her hand made her palms hot, and slowly, it extended to her heart.

I can't help but think of how gentle his tone was last night, like spring water moistening all things, and how fierce that kiss was, so hot that it melted a heart.

"You go in."

The heat passed suddenly, Jiao'er's fingers bent involuntarily, in a vain attempt to leave that trace of temperature, and finally, returned to normal, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Your Majesty doesn't ask Jiao'er? What is the real reason for the matter? ”

"It doesn't matter." Ziqian's eyes looked ahead, and there was no trace of warmth in his words.

“……”

"Let's go inside." Ziqian said again, and his words were a little colder.

His heart was so flustered that he didn't expect that he hadn't seen her, but the people around her were enough to disturb her mind.

When Jiao'er heard this, she didn't react for a while, is this really so unattractive?

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ziqian turned around and walked forward.

"Your Majesty."

The man behind him spoke, his brows furrowed, but he finally stopped his pace and never looked back.

"What?"

"It's cold today, and Your Majesty doesn't have much to bring for warmth, so it's better for the concubine to let someone get a stove." Jiao'er said, her words were a little choked, deliberately trying to let the person hear her reluctance.

"No, you don't." Ziqian coldly refused, and took a few steps forward.

"Your Majesty, the place is not far away." Jiao'er hurriedly stopped the man again, she bet that the man would not make her unbearable for this little thing.

When Ziqian heard this, he thought about it in his heart, thinking that he was also pampering that person, and he stood in place without saying much.

Seeing this, Jiao'er hurriedly turned around, and her words were joyful to the person beside her: "Qingmei, don't go quickly." ”

When Qingmei heard this, she suddenly wondered in her heart, when did Miss leak such emotions.

"Why don't you go soon?" Seeing that the person in front of her was not moving, Jiao'er urged again, and her tone showed that she was complaining in her heart.

"Yes." When Qingmei heard this, she knew that she only cared about thinking in her heart, but she forgot about it, and she hurriedly made a salute, trotted all the way, and after a while, she took a stove out and put it in Jiao'er's hands.

Jiao'er took it in her hand, ran forward quickly, and handed it to Ziqian with a childlike smile.

"Your Majesty, here you go."

Seeing the smiling face of the person in front of him, Ziqian was a little uncomfortable for a while, but then, he still stretched out his fingers to take it

Come here.

How long has it been since he'd seen a child like this?

Seeing him, Jiao'er frowned, and said, "Qingmei, go and bring the cloak I made for Your Majesty, at night, I'm afraid it will be windy." ”

When Qingmei heard this, she hurriedly turned around again.

"No need." Ziqian interrupted the person in front of him, and his fingers stroked the stove in his hand.

When Jiao'er heard this, the disappointment in her eyes was self-evident.

"Qingmei, but the childhood sweetheart's green plum?" Ziqian didn't see it, but still looked at the stove in his hand.

When Jiao'er heard this, her eyes were happy.

"Yes, however, it's not the meaning of a childhood sweetheart, but the black and white sense of Daimei on the paper. But because the mother's milk name has the word Dai, so it can't be used, I wanted to take the ink word, but the mother said that it was too elegant, and finally thought about it, this green word can also be, so I got the name now. ”

When Ziqian heard this, he thought about it for a long time, and finally ......

"Let's change it."

“……”

When Jiao'er heard this, her smile froze on her face, and then her eyebrows drooped, and her eyes were slightly red.

"What do you think is the right word?"

Ziqian walked forward, and couldn't help but look at her expression that was about to cry.

"Your people, you can take it, it's just that you don't use the word "green plum."

Hearing this, Jiao'er clenched her fingers and hurriedly caught up with the man, "Your Majesty, what do you think of Mo Lan?" ”

"Feel free to do so."

Ziqian said, his eyes didn't look at the man, Jiao'er also stopped her steps, the corners of her mouth smiled, but the fingers in her sleeves were clenched.

"Then the word Molan, Jiao'er thought about it, and still liked the word Molan."

……

Gao Gonggong followed the man, without speaking, his eyes secretly glanced at Ziqian's back, and his eyebrows were lowered.

If he hadn't lowered his eyes often, he probably wouldn't have seen Jiao'er's fingers shaking and shaking, and he only felt that the person was a person who liked to be beautiful.

Hui'er suddenly appeared, Concubine Hui suddenly went to bed, he was no longer more than half a day, this imperial city found such a thing, I don't know the reason, it didn't work, it really made people wonder.

However, no matter why, in the end, it is just that in this palace, it seems that there is no peace after all.

"How is Concubine Mei doing?"

Gao Gonggong was still thinking about it, and the person in front of him suddenly heard a sound, and he was busy collecting his thoughts.

"Qingzhufang is the most remote in the palace except for the cold palace, and it has always been sparsely populated, so I want to know where Concubine Mei lives, because it is pure." Gao Gonggong opened his mouth gently, and his words were sincere.

When Ziqian heard this, his eyes sank.

The word pure, now in Qingge, in other words, it is more appropriate.

"When you have time, you can take a look and ......"

Ziqian wanted to say, no longer poured, the people in this palace will inevitably not take Qingge Fang to heart, and they will exile that person, and they will inevitably suffer some hardships, but she is weak, so she still has to take care of her.

But when the word pour was mentioned, a kind of guilt came to my heart again, and my lips opened lightly a few times, and finally swallowed the words.

Although Gao Gonggong listened to a few words, he also thought that she was going to say a few words, and he also had a number in his heart, and suddenly ......

"Your Majesty, don't go ahead."

When Ziqian heard this, he suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes looked ahead, and there was only a millimeter between his nose and the door.

Two steps on the back of the feet, eyes up, the three words "Mu Geyuan" are especially eye-catching.

The smiling woman in white suddenly appeared in her mind, her fingers clenched, her eyes closed, and she told herself not to think about it anymore.

But he came back to his senses a little, and what appeared in his mind was that he was entangled with Jiao'er again, and he suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.

With the force of his fingers, the closed palace door opened again.

Everything in the room is the same, the red plum has not bloomed, and in front of the window where the person often lingers, it seems that the person can still be seen smiling, waiting for his arrival.

One more look, eyes drooping.

Turning around, the wind lifted up his robe and hit the sapling growing beside him.

"Here, burn it."

Gonggong Gao was stunned when he heard this, but he quickly came back to his senses and turned to follow the man.

"Yes."

……

"Brother Huang, what does this Mu Geyuan mean?" Zihao nibbled on the apple in his hand and asked the person in front of him.

"I admire a person, and I want to hide it in my heart."

"It's sour."

……

When Mu Geyuan was built, he told Zihao like this.

The eyes looked at the extremely familiar road, but they hadn't walked for a day, how could it be so unfamiliar.

But......

This song is no more, where does the word Mu Ge come from.

She slept in the Furong tent, how could she be worthy of the deep love she had at the beginning.

Just let a fire burn it clean.

He forgot Qingge, forgot the glimpse of the light yarn, and forgot the red plum in the snow.

Also, forget the butterfly in the painting that was trampled in the snow.