It has been more than three months since Chu Shuya's death, six years of Great Chu, Anhe, and deep winter.

It snowed heavily for seven days, and the entire palace was covered with snow, except for the Shengwei Palace, which was full of red plums, adding a thick ink color to the cold winter.

But for Di Huaibei, the woman who painted in front of the window of Shengwei Palace at this moment was his only warmth in the cold winter.

The memory goes back to three months ago, he was guarding the body of the mother emperor, and the whole person was gray.

At that time, she was wearing a pink waist-length skirt, which seemed to come to him in the wind and came to his side, and the faint fragrance of red plums wafted in the air.

She called softly, "Huaibei." Then he put his hand on his head, "If you want to cry, cry out, I'm here with you." ”

Obviously they had never met, but her tone was very kind, which seemed to make Di Huaibei feel a glimmer of light, he was not alone, and she was there.

……

The father-in-law next to him saw that he had accumulated a thin layer of snow on him, and reminded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, go in." ”

His thoughts gradually drew together, Di Huaibei came back to his senses, and threw a cold look at him, his expression seemed to reveal displeasure.

The woman in front of the window seemed to hear the voice and looked up.

Her eyes fell on the man who was about as tall as her, and his face was still a little immature, but those eyes lacked the purity of a child.

She had a gentle smile on her face, "Huaibei, are you here?" ”

"Hmm."

Di Huaibei patted the snow stains on his body, and his bright yellow clothes were already a little wet, but he didn't care, and strode directly into the house.

After Jiang Wei caught a glimpse, she hurriedly put down the pen, "Mei'er, go and raise the brazier." ”

She doesn't like the smell of charcoal fire in a room, and always feels that it destroys the unique coldness of winter.

In addition, her body is much more hardy than ordinary people, so she did not burn charcoal.

Then she got up and took a handkerchief, walked to Di Huaibei's side, and raised her hand to wipe the snow off her head.

Di Huaibei bent down slightly, and then heard her ask softly, "Why don't you let people open umbrellas?" ”

Di Huaibei lowered his eyes, covering the strangeness under his eyes, and said in a cold voice, "Forget." ”

In the next second, the woman turned her head to look at her father-in-law next to him, her face changed gently, and her voice was stern, "There is no next time." ”

The father-in-law next to him was inexplicably cold, obviously looking at the woman who was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but every time he met her eyes, it was always terrifying.

He immediately knelt on the ground and said in a proper manner, "Yes, Holy Maiden." ”

After speaking, he felt a little aggrieved in his heart, obviously he took an umbrella this time, but the emperor let him lose it.

Forget it, this kind of lack of virtue, this is not the first time the emperor has done it, and those of them who are slaves can only accept their fate.

"Don't worry, get in the way of some snow." Di Huaibei glanced at his father-in-law and motioned for him to retreat.

When her father-in-law left, Jiang Wei gave up, wiped his head for a while, and when she saw that it was almost over, she took his hand and walked to the brazier, "Roast first, I'll make you a cup of hot tea." ”

Di Huaibei's gaze kept moving with the movement of her figure, Jiang Wei seemed to feel something, turned to meet his light golden eyes, and his face was soft, "What's wrong?" ”

"You're too skinny." Di Huaibei's face was not panicked, but frowned.

"I'll be fine."

Jiang Wei walked over with hot tea, and after sitting beside him, she handed the tea to him, "Warm your hands in your hand first." ”

Di Huaibei nodded, held the teacup for a while, and took a sip gently, the coolness on his body faded a lot.

After a while, Jiang Wei reached out and pinched his slender fingers, which was already a little warm, and the worry in her heart dissipated a little, and asked, "Have you practiced martial arts recently?" ”

"The saint wants to compare with me?"

Di Huaibei's gaze fell on his fingers, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, too."

When the two of them left the house, Jiang Wei looked at his back and stared, and directly reached out and attacked him.

Di Huaibei reacted and immediately dodged next to him, and then directly stretched out his hand to meet him.

For nearly half an hour, Di Huaibei faintly lost the upper hand, but he kept gritting his teeth and insisting.

However, it didn't take long for Jiang Wei to slap him on the ground, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Jiang Wei withdrew her hand, walked over to help him up, and chuckled lightly at his obviously unhappy look, "It's already very good, and it will definitely be higher than me in a few more years." As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of distress crossed his eyes.

Di Huaibei's expression was still a little depressed, and he said after a few seconds: "I want to eat the glutinous rice chicken you made!" ”

……

In the twelfth year of Anhe, late autumn.

In a corner of the palace garden, red and yellow maple leaves are sprinkled on the ground, and from time to time they fall in the air.

The two figures held swords against each other in the imperial garden, stirring up the maple leaves on the ground to fly, as beautiful as a painting.

The man is handsome and unparalleled, with a tall posture, while the woman has a cold and charming face and a slender body.

At this time, the tip of the man's sword pointed directly at the woman's chest, and the woman raised her sword to block, but unexpectedly, the sword could not withstand the man's sword wind, and the sword was broken in half.

She didn't have the slightest fluster, casually dropped the broken sword, and said with a smile: "I lost." ”

The man also stopped his sword at this moment, and as soon as he dropped it beside him, the woman attacked him with her bare hands.

The man dodged and said, "Wei'er, you are actually cheating. The tone was doting.

"Soldiers don't get tired of deceit." Jiang Wei's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, revealing the breath of a little woman.

The longer the two stay together, the more real and relaxed they get along.

Despite the deception, it didn't take a few moves for Jiang Wei to be repelled by his palm, and at this time, his foot slipped on the stone, and his body fell backwards.

In the next second, it poured into the man's solid chest, filled with the hormonal smell of male maturity, as well as the faint smell of ambergris.

A man's voice sounded above his head, "Wei'er, you've lost." ”

Between the words, Jiang Wei's big hand on her waist tightened slightly, as if it was intentional.

"Hmm."

She got up from him, stared at his handsome face, remembered something, and said, "It's time for you to choose a concubine this year, and it's time for me to go back to Nanyun Mountain." "She should have gone back last year, but Di Huaibei was not well in the cold last year, so she postponed it for a few days, but she didn't think that it would be a year.

Hearing this, Di Huaibei's face darkened a lot, "Wei'er, you want to leave me so soon?" ”

"People will eventually have a parting, not to mention that you are also an adult, and if you stay with me again, the ministers of the DPRK and the central government should say that I have seduced the king and caused trouble."

Jiang Weiwei couldn't help but laugh twice when she thought of this, if she hadn't heard Mei'er talk about it recently, she really didn't know about it.

These ministers are also idle enough to gossip, and her feelings for Di Huaibei have always been just to treat him as a "son." I just want to train him to be a virtuous king.

It can also be regarded as completing her deal with Chu Shuya.

"Whoever breaks his mouth again, I will strip them of their skin."

Di Huaibei's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, and then he stared at her face, hesitated for a few moments, and then asked solemnly: "Does Wei'er want to be a concubine?" ”