"Brother Qingfeng, I went to buy medicine with Sister Green today, I heard that Mocheng is now banned, why is this?"

"That's something you shouldn't be asking, how are you doing?" At this time, Qingfeng was practicing calligraphy, and when he saw her, he asked.

"But isn't Mocheng the biggest away from the king, Brother Qingfeng follows the prince all day long, and even my brother doesn't know why?" Mo Qi ran to Qingfeng and began to rub again: "Brother Qingfeng has a faint fragrance of pear blossoms, and the outcast likes it very much." ”。

"The prince has his own reasons. The matter of the jade pendant and the matter of the last time, the prince did not blame it, it was your luck, and you will have to be cautious in your words and deeds in the palace in the future. Qingfeng thought that he was in the way beside him, so he simply put the pen away.

"That Qianlu is also a chattering ghost, why don't you see the king blame him?"

"You'll find out later." Qingfeng smiled and said, "Look, Cao Cao Cao is here!" ”

While the two were chatting, they had seen Qianlu walk in, "General Hui, the refugees have been hungry outside the city for three days, and there has been a lot of trouble outside the city gate, and a few troublemakers have been dealt with, but they still can't stop them from making trouble." ”

"You and the prince are the ones who do this."

"The prince is in Mei Pavilion now, how dare I disturb!" Qianlu said aggrievedly, wanting the general to make up his mind.

"That is, the rules set by the prince, and they must be obeyed! The gates must be guarded. ”

"General, this snow has been falling for three days in a row, the number of refugees is huge, and I have been hungry for a few days. Qianlu said anxiously.

"You can discuss this matter with the prince, go down." Qingfeng waved his hand and did not answer.

Qianlu and Mo Qi retreated together, Qianlu's face was full of sorrow, but Mo Qi said indignantly: "I knew that I would not come to this palace even if I starved to death." ”

"Starve to death, I didn't see you starve to death when I broke the temple before." Qianlu replied.

"Broken temple, temple?" Mo Qi's mind turned, and he had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly became happy and said, "Oh, I still have to leave beforehand." As he spoke, he didn't know where to go.

This year's winter was exceptionally cold, and before the beginning of winter, there were several heavy snowfalls.

The snow all night made the next morning look extraordinarily spectacular. The snow renders everything white, and it looks exactly the same as the eye can see.

With the advent of winter, this year's snow is extraordinarily much, Mo Qi is a child after all, such a snow day, it is a pity not to come out to enjoy the snow, the snow covers all the branches, only the plum of the plum pavilion is blooming, but the plum pavilion is not daring to go. Qingfeng had already instructed her that she couldn't go to the Mei Pavilion in the palace, and Qianluo had also mentioned it. Very few people in the palace can go there. Qingfeng didn't tell her why, but she knew that Qingfeng was telling her seriously.

But so what? Mo has been abandoning the idea of beating Mei Ge for a long time, and he seems to have been very busy with the king, but he doesn't know what to do.

It has been nearly a month since he came to the palace, except for the guards who patrol normally every day, Mo Qi can hardly see who will go around the palace, the outcast felt uncomfortable for the refugee just now, so he wandered around, and a very familiar smell came over, she looked up and saw that the front was away from the king's residence, but this fragrance was unusually strong, she smelled it from a long distance, it was very fragrant!

She walked over along the fragrance, and saw that in the garden, flowers bloomed in twos and threes, and when she looked up, she saw the word "Mei Ge", Qingfeng had instructed him, only Mei Ge could not go, and just now Qianluo was also because he left the king in Mei Ge and did not bother.

But curiosity drove him to stand outside the door and not move, so he looked outside and did not go in.

"This is Lamei!" She screamed unconsciously, not as many as she saw in the book, maybe not because of the wax moon.

Yellow flowers bloom lazily all over the garden.

Those little red petals, dotted in the snow, are extraordinarily beautiful.

Those red plums standing proudly in Ling Han, she thought so.

She crept over and squeaked on the thick snow, and it was unusually quiet, and she lightened her steps and walked over to sniff.

"It turns out that the unique taste of Liwang is Lamei!" She thought to herself.

How could such a beautiful flower have anything to do with a big bastard like Mo Li! She couldn't help frowning, feeling that such a view should not be thought of by people who spoil the scenery.

She put her head next to Mei, as if she had a flower stuck in her head.

"Brother Qingfeng, am I so good-looking?" She said to herself, because there was no one here at all, and she was not afraid of people's jokes.

"Beautiful." Answering softly, ethereal as if delusional, she looked around and found no one.

"I must have heard it wrong!" She said with some regret, and reached out to touch the flowers.

"Let go of those flowers!" This time she really heard it, and not only did she hear it, but a big snowball smashed into her head.

She looked painedly, and found someone lying on the roof, indeed someone on the roof, and the thick black robe wrapped the person, and she did not know who it was.

"That's amazing!" The outcast lamented that he had completely covered his breath, and the outcast did not even notice it.

"Who are you? If you let the prince know, you will be killed! The outcast cried out loudly.