In the cold winter season, the sky is overcast, with goose feathers and heavy snow, and the scenery around you is only cold.

The carved beams and paintings stand in the snow, even the top of the gold-painted corridor seems very dark, and there is silence in the Huangli Palace, and there is only the sound of snow falling when you calm down.

The mountains are dark, and so is the sky.

In such weather, it will only make people feel very depressed.

This magnificent building, which stretches for miles and winds and undulates on the mountainside, is the Huangli Palace where Jiang Li lives.

This was originally the royal palace of Nanli country, which has a history of hundreds of years, but now it has changed its name and was given to a young daughter born in an ordinary family by Jiang Jing, the current lord of Nanli.

Jiang Li sat by the window of the warm pavilion, with a white pear embroidered screen carved from rosewood behind him, looking up at the snow in the yard. The snow fell in the small half-acre square pond, and there was no sound. There is a red and a golden koi in the pool, and they are not afraid of the cold at all, chasing the snowflakes that sink one after another on the surface of the water to seek a little fresh cold air on the water surface.

This is probably the only life and color of winter.

The corridor is full of eight-treasure lamps with carved flowers, and every few zhang there are elegantly dressed maids who bow their heads to sweep the snow on the side of the corridor, obviously they have excellent literacy, and they are comparable to the boudoir ladies of large families when they walk, and the hem of the skirt does not move, and they can't make a sound.

Quietly, in the corner of the corridor, there is a lady carrying a bronze silk incense burner, lighting the fine sandalwood to remove the water vapor, reflecting the snow light, looking like a crane soaring clouds from a distance.

The people in the warm pavilion were squinting their eyes and pretending to sleep, the room was burning a warm silver silk charcoal fire, and the ginger pear was wrapped in the big puff of ink fox skin, and he didn't feel cold at all, enjoying the snow scene, but it was very comfortable.

The spotless scenery outside the window was suddenly shattered by a burst of crimson that broke into view.

"Is Ali there?" It is a light and lively girlish voice.

Before anyone could answer, she walked straight in.

To be so bold in Huangli Palace, only the eldest princess Jiang Shuyue has been born today.

The surname of Nanli is Jiang, and the name of the lord of the country is Jiang Jing. Jiang Jing's daughter was originally from the Yingzi generation, but this daughter was born with a radiant appearance, and her eyes were even more beautiful, which only made people feel that the world was bleak. Jiang Jing got such a daughter, thinking that it was a gift from God, because she was born at night, she was given the name "Closed Moon".

Now she is seventeen years old, and it is in response to her name that the closed moon shy flowers, especially the pair of sheared water eyes, the smart wings can't weave half a point of agility, and it is not an exaggeration to overwhelm the country and the city.

Her father, Jiang Jing, has always wanted to find a good family for her, but none of the high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the Manchu Dynasty can enter Jiang Jingyue's eyes.

The eldest princess has been pampered since she was a child, and she is simple and straightforward, but she is much more innocent and lovely than her younger sisters.

There are several concubines in the royal family who have already married, either to Beitang and relatives, or have been pointed out to the ministers of the court. But this eldest princess only knows how to climb trees and dig out birds' eggs all day long, and she lives more comfortably than several princes.

Today, she came in the heavy snow, and she must have come to Jiang Li to talk to Jiang Li all afternoon.

The person who came took off the cloak on her body, and the maid who served in the warm pavilion came to pick up the snow, she took the soup woman from the personal maid and hugged it, sat down on the couch next to Jiang Li, and waved her hand to let the maid retreat.

"Ah Li, haven't you heard that Brother Lu Wu is taken by Princess Rongguo, and Ning Yi is messing with her mother to recruit horses!" She crawled into Jiang Li's ear and whispered.

Jiang Li's hand holding the sweet white glazed teacup shook slightly: "Ah Yue, you must have been talking nonsense again, which storyteller did you hear it from this time?" ”

Jiang Shuyue is the most impatient: "I can't be wrong this time!" ”

She was so anxious that her face was flushed, so she simply threw Tang Pozi aside, climbed next to Jiang Li and held her hand: "This is what I overheard outside the door of my father's study!" Hush! ”

Seeing this beauty leaning on her body, the ice muscles and jade bones are not pleasing in winter, Jiang Li hurriedly divided half of the covered big puff to this beauty with cold hands.

"A-Li! Did you hear that? Why aren't you in a hurry? Ah Yue took off the black ink fox on her body and sat up straight, as if she wanted to stare Jiang Li's face out of a hole.

Jiang Li took the lid of the cup and dialed the Longjing leaves floating on the tea soup noodles in the cup, blew it gently, and thought to himself, it is better to drink Lu'an tea on this snowy day: "The horse will be the horse, then congratulations." ”

"It's not that I don't know your thoughts, you don't have to hide it from me......" Closed Moon leaned softly on the couch again, and her snow-white slender and well-maintained hand pulled through the big couch and covered it again.

My mind?

I'm afraid he doesn't know, and I don't know.

Jiang Li thought so.

"The envoy of Rongguo paid tribute to a small pearl, saying that dozens of craftsmen spent their lives to find it in the deepest part of the sea, and it will reflect the bright light in the night light, like a star, but it is beautiful." Jiang Li pouted, and a small box with exquisite workmanship was placed on the large round round table of rosewood in the warm pavilion.

Ah Yue was so happy that she wanted to jump up: "Fluorescence? Like a firefly? She walked three or two steps to the table, carefully took the box and came to the ginger pear again.

"I looked at it, and it wasn't as exaggerated as it was boasting, just a glimmer of light. I know you like these weird things, and I left them there for you. The girl in front of her was as happy as a child, she sighed in her heart, obviously she was two years older than herself, but in fact, these two people got along, but Ah Li was like a sister, and Ah Yue was like a sister.

"By the way, this is, Cheng Lao, who came to me yesterday." She smiled slyly.

"Huh? He's him, he's him, then I don't want it...... I don't dare ask for his old man's things! The small box was quickly and neatly placed on the small mahogany square table beside it.

Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, is afraid of the old national teacher of Nanli Country. The national teacher's surname is Cheng, and everyone in the court and China respectfully calls him an old man, and he is the most respected figure in the entire Nanli.

Although the lord of Nanli is hereditary of the Jiang family and holds the power of military power, the lords of all dynasties have respected the national teacher, and they must come to the door to worship every New Year's festival to seek the peace of the country and the people.

Become an old idle cloud and wild crane, and don't ask about the world. Although he is a national teacher, he is also very rarely involved in the WTO activities, and he practices in the Dongshan Tianji Palace on the outskirts of Yangdu in Nanli Capital City all the year round. But once it is spoken, it must be a great event.

He couldn't see Jiang Guanyue's cynical appearance, every time he saw her, he had to reprimand her loudly, even Jiang Jing didn't dare to stop him, and he had to follow the wishes of the national teacher and severely punish the most beloved daughter, the most unsuccessful daughter, and even beat the palm of the bamboo board with a straight face.

"Every time you grow old, you will suffer from the disaster of blood and light!" Jiang Guanyue said with emotion.