The winter sun poured golden light from the eaves of the palace corridor, glowing orange, yellow, purple and blue in a circle, shining like a streamer.

The warm sedan chair stopped slowly, Qingcheng lifted the curtain, the slender white and bony palm had reached in front of her, she looked up at the emperor, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, raised a gentle smile, and said: "The ground is slippery, I am supporting you." ”

She smiled softly, put her hand firmly into his palm, and followed the strength of his arm, standing side by side with him. He didn't speak, he just pointed at it from afar. Qingcheng raised his eyes to look, but saw that the snow covered the entire Heavenly Street, as vast and wide as the sky. At the end, the majestic Baohe, Zhonghe, and Taihe three halls can be faintly seen, all shrouded in snow, and the heaven and earth are so pure that only white and golden light remain. There was silence around them, and they stood silently, as the wind blew by, blowing the corners and wide sleeves of their robes, and whirring.

A strand of hair hanging from her sideburns was on his face, crispy and numb, but he was reluctant to move, lest he destroy the silence of the moment. Qingcheng seems to be stepping on the clouds, walking against the wind, almost forgetting everything, not knowing when it is, not knowing where it is. She subconsciously held his hand tightly, as if holding the only hope and the only reliance in this world. If she could, she really wanted to stand like this for the rest of her life, with this person beside her, without the palace walls, without the etiquette of kings and ministers, standing on a high place with him, looking down on everything in the world.

After a long, long time, the emperor said, "Let's go and step on the snow." ”

Qingcheng turned his face to look at him, he also turned his face just right, the sun was bright, and the two suddenly had a tacit understanding, looking at each other and smiling.

She said: "If in the future, the emperor can bring his concubines to Qianqingmen every year to see the snow, and the concubines will be satisfied for the rest of their lives." ”

The emperor's heart was so soft that he didn't think much about it, so he responded: "Every year from now on, I will take you to see the snow." She smiled sweetly, and he took her hand and descended the stairs into the deep and wide snow.

He gave an order early in the morning that no palace people were allowed to shovel snow here, and no one was allowed to move around. He was wearing deerskin bright yellow boots and stepped on the first footprint, and she was wearing flowerpot shoes, walking step by step in his footprints. He had never been so concerned about anyone, and knowing that she was behind him, he couldn't help but take a smaller step, and kept admonishing: "Be careful, don't slip." Sometimes she stood still, and when he stopped, she shoved the snow into his palm, and giggled like a child.

Wu Shulai led the guard of honor to wait under the Qianqing Gate, and when he saw the emperor walking farther and farther, he was sincerely afraid, but there was nothing he could do. After playing for two hours, it was nearly noon, and the emperor took a warm sedan chair back to the Yangxin Palace. At one time, there was a direct speaker of the Hongde Palace, Ren Lanzhi, who came to play, he has always been respectful in front of the emperor, never presumptuous, and now he saw the emperor smiling, and opened his mouth to ask: "The emperor has a happy event?" ”

The emperor suddenly looked at him, and sat upright on the dragon chair, his face colorless.

Ren Lanzhi knew that he had lost his words, so he quickly knelt down and said, "The slave lost his words, please forgive the emperor." ”

The emperor smiled silently and said coldly, "It's okay. ”

Ren Lanzhi secretly glanced at Wu Shulai, and when he saw that he shook his head slightly, Fang breathed a sigh of relief and played carefully.

Qingcheng returned to Qingyunzhai, there were already palace people waiting in Yikun Gate, and when she went out with the saint, she did not bring the people in her palace. Hai An stepped forward with a smile, stuffed the stove into her arms, and said, "Hai Chang has been waiting for the master for half an hour." ”