The snow and ice are melting, and the air is exceptionally cold.

The cold wind blows, and the exposed skin such as the cheeks and neck are shaved painfully.

Su Jin tightened the big slug on his body, stepped into the main hall of the Vermilion Bird Courtyard on the thick snow, and raised his eyes to see a scene that surprised him.

In the warm inner hall, Chu Ning sat on the exquisitely carved low couch, holding a book of war, and reading quietly with his eyes down.

A man in a light blue flowing silk robe stood in front of her, shaking a folding fan in his hand, bending over, and looking at the woman in front of him with affection.

"Your Highness," the low and seductive voice was tinged with a little enchanting aura and a hint of seductive smile, "I've been here for some days in this princess's mansion, and tonight the ministers will rest in this Suzaku Courtyard to serve Your Highness?" ”

Su Jin was silent: "......"

He, a serious colt, has not yet had a round house with the princess, and this man who came out of a corner of nowhere, actually dares to recommend himself as a pillow?

Su Jin raised his eyebrows lightly, stood against the screen, and looked at the man carefully.

All right.

He has to admit that Han Gongzi, who is a flower in the capital, is handsome and outstanding, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that are very attractive, if the woman sitting here at this time is not Chu Ning, she may have been hooked by him.

And the picture in front of me is generally very pleasing to the eye - the man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, if you don't know, maybe you really think the two are a couple.

It's a pity that Chu Ning's cold and hard hail is definitely not something that Han Yang and his ilk can shake.

"The minister is also the side monarch given by the emperor to the princess, and the princess can't always treat the minister as nothing, right?" Han Yang smiled pleasantly, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, pouring out boundless grace, "The minister promises to serve His Highness with all his heart—"

"This horse is a little curious, how does Han Fangjun want to serve His Highness with all his heart." Su Jin spoke lazily, his eyes falling on the book of the art of war in Chu Ning's hand, "Without the consent of His Highness and this concubine, you came to this Vermilion Bird Courtyard without permission, who gave Han Fangjun the privilege?" ”

Chu Ning didn't speak, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

With her skills, she naturally heard Su Jin's footsteps a long time ago.

The reason why Han Yang was tolerated for a long time here was not because of how good her endurance was, but because she felt that Su Jin had nothing to do, and she was worried that he would be bored, so she kept this person to clean up for Su Jin.

It's a pity that Han Yang didn't know what Chu Ning thought in his heart, otherwise he was afraid that he would be so angry that he would vomit blood and die.

Hearing Su Jin's voice, Han Yang turned his head and bowed with a smile: "I've seen the horse." ”

"Han Fangjun is worried that he will fall out of favor and will not be able to explain to the emperor?" Su Jin leisurely raised her feet and walked over, and when she arrived in front of Chu Ning, her eyes fell on the book in her hand, "Your Highness still needs to read the Art of War book now?" ”

Chu Ning's tone was calm: "Pass the time." ”

"The beautiful man is in front, but His Royal Highness has to rely on reading books to pass the time?" Su Jin chuckled, her voice low and charming, "Is Han Fangjun's charm not big enough, or is His Highness too qualitative?" ”

Chu Ning put down the book and looked at him with raised eyes: "What do you think?" ”

"I think?" Su Jin raised her lips and raised her hand to wrap a strand of hair in front of Chu Ning's sideburns, "I don't think the rules of the princess's mansion can be broken." Han Fangjun stepped into the Suzaku Temple without the consent of His Highness and me, committing the crime of trespassing and disobedience. ”

Han Yang squinted, and a hint of coolness leaked from his eyes: "What does this mean?" ”