After most of the month, the weather became colder and colder, and by noon, it was already drowsy.

Li Yu came back from Shoukang Palace, rubbed muddy water on the felt in front of the corridor, and happened to bump into Jing Tao passing by under the steps, so he asked with her to the side: "Long live the Lord can go to Yikun Palace today?" ”

Jing Tao said in a low voice: "I just went, don't shout everywhere, no matter who asks, he just says he doesn't know." ”

Li Yu sighed lightly and said, "I am really not good at dealing with the Queen Mother, and I have just carefully asked about the roster of the half-moon attendants. ”

Jing Tao squinted his eyes and scolded, and said, "What kind of grievances are you playing in front of me, if you have the guts, go to the Long Live Lord by yourself." ”

Li Yudui smiled and flattered: "Good aunt, I just complained casually, you take it seriously!" ”

Jing Tao walked straight to the pantry, saw that there was no one around, and whispered: "Since the Su Guiren moved to Yikun Palace, Long Live Lord will go to sit once during the day, and he won't even bring a guard of honor." At night, he summoned the master of the high, the master and a few concubines to sleep, don't you understand? After a pause, he poked a finger on Li Yu's head and said: "If you dare to reveal half a word in front of the Queen Mother, I only kicked you last time, this time I'm afraid your little life will be lost!" ”

As he spoke, he arrived at the door of the teahouse, Li Yu diligently lifted the curtain and said, "Aunt Xie Jingtao mentioned, whoever asks me in the future, I also know what to say." We are the people in front of the Long Live Lord, so naturally we only listen to the Long Live Lord. ”

Jing Tao replied casually and bowed her head into the house. Li Yu stood under the corridor, looking at the hazy sky, the black pressure seemed to destroy the city, and couldn't help muttering: "It's going to snow..."

Qingyun Zhai burned the earth dragon early, and the house was warm, and even the budding peonies were gradually blooming. There are a few green lotus branches on the table in the east room, which are baked by the eunuchs in the imperial garden ordered by the emperor in the cold weather, and are only used by Qingyun Zhai. There is a faint fragrance of lotus around him, and Qingcheng is dressed in a dark green satin robe, standing next to the big red sandalwood case, licking the pen in his hand full of ink, calmly drawing something, sometimes gently, sometimes solemnly.

The emperor's voice was mellow and soft, and the warm breath brushed her face, and there was also a faint fragrance of the dragon's birthday. He seemed surprised and said, "You can even draw peonies!" ”

Qingcheng's hand froze, and he said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the concubine is just passing the time, which makes the emperor smile." ”

The emperor said, "Just the two of us, you don't have to salute." He suddenly grabbed her from behind, and the man's breath instantly overwhelmed her, her face flushed, her body stiffened, and the pen in her hand drew diagonally.

The emperor laughed: "Oh no! Look at your paintings..."

Qingcheng took a look, and hurriedly added a few more branches and leaves, and calmly hid the horizontal line that he had inadvertently drawn. She leaned on the emperor's arms with her hunched over, very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to speak, she didn't dare to move, and she was very panicked.

After half a ring, she mustered up the courage and said: "There is no ink, the concubine will go to polish the ink." ”

The emperor let go of his hand and said, "You just have to paint, and I will grind it for you." ”

Qingcheng became more and more overwhelmed, frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "The concubine doesn't dare." ”

But the emperor had already picked up the ink ingot, added water to the inkstone, raised the sleeve of his robe in his right hand, and made a gesture to grind it. Frightened, Qingcheng hurriedly bent his knees and said, "The concubine doesn't dare to overstep." ”

The emperor laughed silently and said, "It's another "concubine doesn't dare", didn't I say it, don't you be afraid of me." There are just you and me in the house, and you don't have to follow the rules and etiquette. ”

She stubbornly bent her knees and refused to get up, so the emperor had to put the ink ingot and said, "Okay, good, I won't grind." ”