just passed by, Wanying didn't have time to be lonely. fled like a desert, still jumping in his heart like a few deer, the blood on his body seemed to be gushing backwards, and Wanying was extremely uncomfortable. A few snowflakes blew in the face, sticking to the hot face with a slight chill, as if it could be boiled and evaporated in an instant. Wanying reached out to wipe it, and it turned out to be two lines of tears, what's wrong?

Is it really just like that? I waited for him three lives and three lives, only in exchange for one encounter in this life? I treasure this dream in my heart, water it with painstaking efforts, and manage it with feelings, I only hope to meet you in the cherry blossom rain on the most splendid day, and I hope that I can complete my merits in this dream.

However, it was so hurried and sloppy that Wan Ying didn't even have time to look at him more, so she passed by. Wanying groaned silently in her heart: "

The old spirit on the three-life stone,

Don't talk about the moon and the wind.

Shame on the lover's distant visit,

Although this body is of the opposite sex, it lasts forever.

I am alone in three lives and three lives, staying in front of the Green Lantern Buddha to repent and atone for my sins, just to meet you in this life. However, the merits of the three generations were only exchanged for looking at each other and smiling, passing by.

Wanying burst into tears and stood in the snow in a daze. Let the snowflakes fly on your head, swallowing and burying yourself little by little.

Could it be that the prayers of his previous three lives were not pious enough, and he still needs to practice in this life, if so, he would rather be accompanied by green lanterns in this life than eat the fireworks of the world.

A thousand sad flowers bloomed in Wanying's heart at the same time, turning Wanying's sadness into a boundless sea of flowers, and Wanying stood in it, holding tears, not knowing where to go?

Not far away, Aunt Bitong took a small brush with a wooden handle and swept the snow water from the plum blossoms into a bag of oilcloth with great seriousness. The flower branches are high and low, and the aunt sometimes tilts her head and sometimes arches her back.

Wan Ying stood there with tears streaming down her face, messily annoying the story in her heart.

The smell of sandalwood on his body seems to have added something else? It's about the smell of a woman's fat powder...... Wanying didn't dare to think about it anymore, she was afraid that her imagination would turn into a poisonous snake, wrapped around her neck, spitting out a jet-black core, and slaughtering herself. But even if I know that I can't live, I still keep thinking and remembering in my heart......

There was still a snowflake on his eyelashes; His sideburns are so neatly cut, and his simple hair tie has a unique charm. The battle-hardened red copper complexion also seems to be more refreshing than the favorite jade face and white face.

And that white shirt and white robe, isn't it no different from the person you want in your spring boudoir dream? And the way he hugged himself; And the way he looked at himself; There are also snowflakes flying in the sky; There is also the rising sun; and himself in his deep, misty eyes; And that intoxicating smile......

No, no, there are no snowflakes in my dreams, they are cherry blossoms. A shudder pulled Wanying back from her boundless fantasies, and when did she correct her overflowing feelings......

In the snow-white world of crystal glass in front of you, the red plums compete with each other to spit out the fragrance, the breeze blows slightly, and the lush cold fragrance comes to the nose. The original state of mind of stepping on the snow to visit the plum blossoms was thrown out of the clouds with the heartbeat and instantaneously destroyed.

Aunt Bitong only cared about the snow on the plum in front of her, and ignored Wanying, who was already in a trance.

Although it is not the first time to come to the Imperial Garden, today's scenery is full of graceful hearts. Between heaven and earth, the cotton pumping and pulling wool generally still continues, and the Taiye Pool is also boundless, a few painting boats are quietly moored on the shore, the weeping willows on the shore are overwhelmed with snow, and the small pavilion in the forest is almost submerged in the white world. The beautiful high-walled palace in the distance was also covered in silver, waiting there quietly, without the arrogance and majesty of the past. In the distance, the sky and the earth are gray, and there is no other color.

There are snow blocks falling from time to time between a few green pines and cypresses around me, and then look at the snow covering the red plum in front of you, it is really a delicate baby in this snowy world.

"The girl's cheeks are red today, like a red plum in the snow." Aunt Bitong deliberately pretended not to see the tears hidden in the corners of Wanying's eyes. Yun said lightly.

A sentence brought Wanying back to reality, and she said, "My aunt laughs at the slave." ”

"With such a girl's appearance, staying in Rongshou Palace is wronged." Aunt Bitong seems to be unfinished.

"Aunt Bitong laughed again, and the slave was going to find a crack in the ground to get into."

Aunt Bitong saw Wanying's thoughts, and she was also very worried in her heart, so she pretended to talk to Wanying about Prince Rong casually.

"If it weren't for the internal and external troubles in the court now, I am afraid that Prince Rong's family affairs would have been decided last month." Aunt Bitong seemed to be talking lightly. In fact, I saw the strangeness of Wanying's love. Inadvertently wanted to wake up Wanying, who was still in a dream.

"Prince Rong? Family affairs? In an instant, a bucket of cold air that was cold to the bone marrow was poured from head to toe. Wanying's heart froze in place like ashes. Sure enough, this life is still a fate that passes by.

"Yes, the royal draft has always been not just for the emperor, but also for the royal family. Before and after the Double Ninth Festival, the Queen Mother referred to her righteous daughter Wu'an Hou as the concubine of Prince Rong, and the sister of Zhou Dingbang, the secretary of the Ministry of War, as the side concubine, and three concubines, a total of five people. Because Prince Rong did not agree, coupled with the sudden change in the war in the west, Fujian is still in turmoil, so it is still dragging on. ”

Suddenly, a piece of snow slipped down from the pine branch, and landed on Wanying's left shoulder, the cold snow was quickly melted by the scorching body temperature just now, and the snow water went down the collar and neck, all the way down, and swept through the whole body coldly. The snowy world of ice and snow in her heart began to crack in an instant, and a huge avalanche slid down from the top of the mountain, surging towards Wanying, who stood in front of the avalanche, allowing thousands of feet of snow to shatter her corpse.

Before she died, she saw the snow-capped mountains begin to crumble, and the edge of the world shook and fell off. Countless cold ice fell from the sky and smashed on his body, the pain was unspeakable, and there was nowhere to escape. There is only one death, and this life will end together.

I don't know how long it took, the thick and long trumpets and drums sounded at the city gate, and the army of the southern expedition was about to start the expedition at this moment. Prince Rong, he must be on the Zhengyang Gate with the emperor to give the soldiers who are preparing to fight bloodily.

The passionate and generous drum music, with the shouts of the soldiers to victory, resounded in the sky.

The cold snow water in the body has long since formed into a hard ice stone, and the slightest movement will pierce the heart.

"Prince Rong is the only son of the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother only looks forward to teasing her grandson as soon as possible." Wanying's heart was like a thousand arrows piercing her heart, and she had to say these unrelated scenes. However, when she said these words, only she heard the sound of her heart breaking in her body.

"But I don't know, Prince Rong has always been unruly, everything is just arranged by the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother has also arranged for several outstanding show girls to serve in the palace, but the prince himself said that the princess must not be his favorite woman. Therefore, in the end, the prince's marriage must be nodded by the prince himself. The concubine's morning class is about the same. Let's go back. ”

It was a lost soul all the way, returned to Rongshou Palace, saw the sedan chair parked at the west courtyard, and saw the moon-yellow sedan curtain to know that Concubine Dong'an came to visit the concubine again today. Wanying is the righteous daughter of Concubine Dong'an, since the concubine came to congratulate her that day, she has not seen her in the palace for so long, although she wants to see each other closely, she is not allowed to enter without an edict.

Wan Ying and her aunt put the collected snow in an urn, sealed it with oil paper and wax, and buried it under the green pines in the courtyard.

"Bitong, you're coming." The voice of the concubine came from the house.

Aunt Bitong put down the flower shovel in her hand, opened the curtain and went in. Wan Ying put the flower shovel and the hoe into the porch and returned to her room full of thoughts.