I was stunned, forgot to bounce down, and looked up into the distance.

Han wrapped a large leather jacket around the musician's robe, but his hair did not stand on end. He took the wooden sword, walked to the courtyard, and bowed: "See the princess." ”

"Well, long time no see......" I stared at him.

"yes, more than a month." He stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at me.

"Are the injuries all healed?"

His eyes were like stars, and he had a smile under his mask: "Thanks to the princess's love, it would have been good a long time ago." I also want to thank the princess for the jacket, everything is fine here. ”

I looked at him carefully, and my expression was in a trance: "What are you doing with a wooden sword?" ”

Han: "In the summer, you said that you wanted to see me dance the sword, and you also said that the sword dance in the snow is the most beautiful. ”

I recalled that it was true, and laughed, "You remember everything." Then he pouted again, "It's a pity that the mother queen has issued a grounding order." ”

It seems that since the lockdown, I haven't complained to anyone.

That's just because the people close to me aren't around, and I don't want to reveal my heart to the palace maids.

There is a distance between people, and it is not because they are close to each other every day that I can really get close to them. And only when Han is there, can I really feel the difference between them and Han.

At this moment, the attendants and the guards are all by my side, but Han has no scruples.

He is a musician and a male favorite.

Then whether it's to show me a dance or to please me, it seems like a matter of course.

These days, I finally smiled from the bottom of my heart: "Then you dance the sword, what do you want to dance?" ”

"Youlan, this shouldn't be difficult, right?"

I plucked the strings, and the yaoqin played a few notes, but it was incoherent: "Oops, I don't remember." ”

Han was standing in the snow, warming up with his sword on his back. He jumped a few times, listened to the strings that I couldn't even make here, and said in disgust: "Princess, why can't you make such a simple tune?" My sword is ready. ”

"Hey, princess Ben, you ugly musician dare to talk about me?!" I rolled up my sleeves and said angrily, "Aunt Zhijing, quickly find out the score of Youlan Cao!" Princess Ben still doesn't believe it, can't she play this tune?! ”

Zhixin hurriedly found the score and helped me tune the strings.

The orchid is rampant, and its fragrance is promoted.

The incense arches and is secluded.

If you don't pick it up, why does Yu Lan hurt?

Day by day, year by year, we go in all directions.

King Wen Mengxiong, Weishui Lang.

Pick and admire, Yiyi Qingfang.

The snow and frost are luxuriant, and the buds are in winter,

The keeper of the gentleman, the prosperity of the descendants.

It's snowy, and it's dark.

The palace people lit the lamp in advance, and the warm yellow light was reflected on the pale cyan palace wall. On a snowy day, it seems to be immediately warm.

The lights reflected on the silver mask, and he wore a leather jacket and danced his sword rhythmically in the snow.

After playing, I don't care about the melody, and when I encounter a place where I can't, I will sing loudly and fool the past. Several times he was forced to lose his rhythm and picked up snow on the ground to hit me.

Of course it doesn't really hit me, it just hits the steps.

I don't care, just keep playing.

Zhixin watched the excitement from the sidelines, and found a shaker to beat for me. Seeing this, Meng Ze put on a veil and danced behind Han.

This palace hasn't been so lively for a long time.

When he was tired of jumping, he sat down on the steps.

There was an eaves on it, but there was no snow on the steps.

But in the evening, when the wind rose, there was still snow falling on the placket of his clothes.

I couldn't go out of the house, so I sat on a low stool in the middle of the house and pushed the charcoal basin down beside him: "Is it cold?" ”