The night was quiet, only the sound of falling snow was shivering, and the stove in Qingcheng's hand had long since burned out, and it was gradually getting cold. She looked up at the sky, and saw snowflakes flying like cotton wool, trying to hide everything in the world. In the bottom of my heart, I felt as if I had lost something extremely precious, and I knew that I would never get it again, so I mourned empty.

Hai'an saw that she was crying and was also sad, so he comforted: "Master, let's go into the house." ”

Qingcheng drooped her tears in a daze, and she couldn't speak, just afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would cry so much that she couldn't breathe. She silently turned around and helped Haian to walk back. Erqi lit the lantern and reminded: "Master, be careful of your step. The palace lamp faintly glowed with a dull yellow glow, Qingcheng lowered her head, feeling soft all over, and her feet seemed to weigh tens of millions of catties, making her unable to take a step.

Suddenly, there was a sound of boots, from far to near, without waiting for the green orange to react, the emperor had already walked quickly in the snow, seeing her stiff as a puppet, with tears on her face, his heart couldn't help but swing slightly, and said, "When did you start waiting?" ”

Hai'an was startled, and hurriedly bent his knees with Erqi to say goodbye.

Qingcheng glanced at him, his mind was so excited, he forgot to salute, and replied, "I don't know either." ”

The emperor held her hand in the palm of his hand, only to feel that the cold was seeping through people, stiff as iron, and said with more and more pity: "My hands are frozen like this, and I don't know how to go back to the house." Are you a fool? It was snowing heavily, and I didn't know if I would come or not, so I waited stupidly. ”

Wu Shulai bowed down and listened, and couldn't help but glance at the emperor, although the emperor was generous and kind in front of his concubines, but in the end it was not like today, and he was a little resentful and angry.

Qingcheng's nose was sour, and she couldn't help crying, and choked up: "I heard that the emperor is coming, the concubine is very happy..." He whispered, "I know. ”

She had been standing in the snow for a long time, her whole body was already cold, leaning on the emperor's arms, feeling warm, and her mood gradually calmed down. The Emperor shook off the big curtain and wrapped her in his arms, and walked slowly back to the house.

The palace people had already prepared hot water and towels, and the fire dragon in the warm pavilion was extremely warm, but after a while, the green orange was soothed. She waited for the emperor to clean her face, rinse her mouth, and the two of them lay on the bed in wide clothes, the lights were extinguished, and only two giant arm red candles were lit in front of the couch.

Hai'an spread the quilt on the outhouse, and occasionally heard Qingcheng Rourou say something, and the emperor laughed loudly: "You stupid girl..." In the second half of the night, when both of them were asleep, she crept into the back room to blow out the lamp, and crept out again, leaning against the wall to sleep.

At the beginning of the next day, before dawn, the emperor got up and went to the study. When Qingcheng woke up, the snow had stopped, and she pushed open the window to look, and the courtyard was bleak and vast, and everything was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes. The eastern sky was dyed with a few wisps of clouds, blue and orange, and it was a good weather after the snow. The room was warm and fragrant, and when the wind outside blew in her face, her nose itched, and she couldn't help but sneeze.

A warm voice suddenly said behind him: "Don't close the window soon, the wind blowing yesterday was not enough." ”

As soon as she turned around, her green hair was blown away by the wind, covering half of her face.

The emperor was stunned and said with a smile: "I remember the first time I saw you, and you were exactly like this. ”