Matsuzhi was stunned on the corridor, as if tears were about to well-up in his eyes.

The words of the square-faced chamberlain with a serious face seemed to be still in her ears, and she looked at the bowl in her hand in silence.

There was a soft knock on a dimly lit door.

"Come in." A clear and warm voice came from the house, and Matsueda took a breath, pushed the door open and entered the house.

The vermilion wooden window opened a crack in the void, and the cold came in through the window, and the cool air made her shiver.

She looked up and looked around the room, and there was no charcoal fire.

Also.

How dare anyone send him charcoal fire, shout the cold and ask for warmth?

"What?" The boy crouched on the desk, holding a pen and sketching carefully on the paper.

Knowing that someone was coming in, he didn't look up.

The red candles shed tears, the lights and shadows were sufficient, and the white and transparent curtains in front of the case gently swayed with the breeze.

"The little one made a bowl of sweet soup in the kitchen, and it was cold at night, so I warmed you up." Matsueda's heart thumped, and it seemed to be the words of the square-faced guard in his ears.

Hearing this, the young man raised his head, and Matsuzhi was stunned.

The dim candlelight fell on his shoulders, on his straight, thin back.

His eyebrows were cold and light, and his thin lips were straight. He wore a moon-white dark striped robe, and his whole person was as cool as the moon on the snow outside the door.

He didn't speak, but looked at her through the table.

The thin face of affection, in the dim candlelight, there is also a ghostly reversal of the coldness of all beings.

This look reminded her that many years ago, she had seen such a look through the crowd.

At that time, he was still young, and Concubine Ru was still there, and he was not as miserable as he is now.

She held the emperor's new reward of good brocade and jade beads, and followed the girls to stand behind Concubine Ru with her head down.

Rufei's temperament is like her appearance, cold and indifferent.

"You've been wearing this dress for a few years, and the people around you don't know how to take care of it and make a few new ones?"

At that time, his body grew quickly, and the dark green robe was tightly on his body, and the sleeves of the robe were washed and faded.

He looked up and muttered, "It was made by the concubine for Xiaoqing, and Xiaoqing likes it very much."

How can Concubine Ru have the spare time to make clothes for him? She thought to herself.

But it was only that time when he was in a good mood, he sent the Shangyi Bureau to send him two proper ones.

At that time, Matsueda still felt a little pity for this delicate and gentle little prince.

And now......

She lowered her head again and looked at the white bowl in her hand, as if tears were about to well-up in her eyes.

He pursed his lips and bowed slightly, then lowered his head, picked up the pen, and said softly, "Let it go."

Matsueda suppressed the tension and sadness in his heart, and leaned over to leave. She took one last deep look into the room and gently closed the door.

Good bye.

The young man was still foreshadowing his desk, and his thin body and shadow seemed to merge with the darkness in the dim light......

An attendant suddenly turned from the corridor, bent his back slightly, lowered his head to stop her, lowered his throat, and said respectfully: "Girl Songzhi."

His head hung too low, and he spoke aggressively but with a respectful and respectful look, which really annoyed her: "The queen has been waiting for the girl in the palace for a long time, if the girl's affairs are done, come with me."

"I have already placed the bowl used by the dead man on the table, and I have done everything you have told you. Are my mother and brother alright?" Matsueda's eyes were red, and he questioned the chamberlain as he walked in an unkind tone.

"I don't know if it's small, please ask the girl to ask the queen, and the girl will go with me."

"This kind of thing, father-in-law, don't look for me again in the future!" Matsueda whispered to the waiter with a cold face.

The two of them hurried to Fengyi Palace one after the other.

It seemed to be quite cold, and the young man who was holding the pen in front of the desk rubbed his sour arm, walked to the window to cover the open slit, and then walked to the desk to get the bowl of steaming sweet porridge.

The white and transparent porcelain bowl glows with a thin layer of light in the dim candle flame, this bowl is quite special, not like a palace utensil.

He held the bowl and raised his head to drink the warm and warm sweet porridge in one gulp.

The slender hand like a bamboo knot wiped the water stains at the corner of his mouth, and the young man frowned--

It's so sweet.

The candle flame flickered suddenly, and the candle shadow swayed on the rice paper.

The rice paper lay quietly on the table, and a full moon hung lonely in the forest.