Southern Xia. At the end of November, the first heavy snow fell in the capital.

The snow began to fall from noon until evening.

The lively street market in Suri is sparsely populated. Thick snow fell on the streets, and the sky and the earth were vast.

Occasionally, a few shops selling cooked food would get a little heat through the cracks in the window lattices, but they would be swallowed up in the cold wind in an instant.

On the street, a weak figure slowly swayed, and stopped when she passed by a steamed bun shop, and the fragrance of the steamed bun shop gave birth to a longing light in her eyes.

However, her pockets were empty.

When she hesitated, someone came over and patted the partition of the bun shop, the partition opened, and someone handed over a few copper coins: "Here are four meat buns." ”

The owner of the bun shop quickly filled the buns and handed them out. The man took the bun, said a good word, and trotted away quickly.

It's freezing cold, and no one wants to stay on the street longer.

The owner of the bun shop saw her standing outside, wrapped in tattered cotton clothes, Xu was so cold that even her head was wrapped in tattered cloth, and only a pair of silent and bright eyes were left looking at him directly.

The boss thought for a moment, then closed the partition again.

After two years of disasters, the number of refugees in the capital has increased sharply, and if he is merciful today, he is afraid that Ming'er will be squeezed by beggars at the door. In this world, no one can take care of anyone, whether it is dead or alive, it is all a life.

But the boss still has some regrets in his heart, the child outside the door just now, reflecting the snow, can see clearly, he has a pair of good eyes.

It's a pity that my life is not good, in this snowy winter, if there is no place to stay, I am afraid that I will freeze to death overnight.

Looking at the closed partition, the lonely little shadow stood for a while, and then walked forward again.

After walking a short distance, someone suddenly ran over, grabbed her, and stuffed two hot buns into her hands. The person who came was the boss of the bun shop, and in the end it was a life, and the boss relented.

She held the two buns in her almost frozen hands, and when she turned her head to look, the figure of the boss quickly disappeared into her storefront.

She was stunned for a moment before she devoured the bun.

After eating, she turned her head to look at the steamed bun shop again, and then walked slowly again, aimlessly.

In the Kangping Palace, the seventh prince Zhao is enjoying dinner with his wife and concubine around the stove.

The cold winter and heavy snow are miserable in the poor family, but the rich and noble royal family is elegant, and the princess is as good as the seventh prince to go to the garden to enjoy the plum blossoms after dinner.

"My sister is anxious, this plum blossom will not bloom until mid-December in previous years, what can I see here?" The side princess on the side smiled and said softly.

An Yiru also smiled, "What my sister said is, it's just that this plum appreciation is not only good for flowers, but also without flowers." ”

Zhao Zheng was still sitting upright eating, as if he hadn't heard the conversation between the two. For the concubine on his side, he has long been accustomed to fighting openly and secretly for so many years.

Concubine An Yi is the emperor's marriage, and she is the youngest daughter of Prime Minister An Peiquan. Although there is no deep relationship, the husband and wife have respected each other for many years, and the two have been childless under their knees, and three years later, Zhao Zheng married Hexi again.

Hexi's background is not noble, although his father is the prince and young master, but Hexi is a concubine. was able to marry the Seventh Prince, all because of his excellent appearance.

The Seventh Prince saw Hexi's portrait back then, and only then nodded slightly to answer this family.

With the respect of the Seven Princes, marrying a concubine is a bit of a loss of identity. But the reason why the Seventh Prince is respected is that even if he marries a concubine, no one in the capital dares to look down on him, and they only say that this Hexi family has accumulated great virtue in the previous life, and it is only in this life that they will get this glory.

Two years later, Hexi gave birth to a daughter.

This woman inherited Hexi's outstanding appearance, a little figure like ice carving and jade. The Seven Princes named it: Tilt.

For this daughter, the seventh prince couldn't see joy as always, he had always been cold, and he was still expressionless when he saw Zhao Tian for the first time, and then waved his hand and let the nurse hug him.

An Yiru breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

"A daughter born in a side room is just a county lord, what is the joy." Knowing that the Seventh Prince did not have any joy, An Yiru sneered at Mother Gui beside her.

Even so, An Yiru still felt like a thorn in her heart. Although the county lord is not as noble as the county lord, after all, he is also the flesh and blood of the seventh prince, and others dare not look down on him.

Besides, as long as Hexi is still there, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not be able to give birth to a son, once she has a son, the seventh prince will make Hexi a concubine, and it is not impossible to be on an equal footing with her. Therefore, this thorn of Hexi is always pierced in An Yiru's chest.

Unless, she can also give birth to a boy and a half girl to Zhao Zheng to compete with him.

The royal family is noble, and the mother is more expensive than the child.

However, God seems to have been against An Yiru, she has almost seen all the famous doctors in the capital, and she has taken countless medicines, but her stomach has not moved.

Countless lonely nights, An Yi like tossing and turning and unable to sleep, standing alone in the corridor of the dormitory, a lonely moon in the night sky, like a tear in the corner of the eye. The bitterness in her heart is known only to herself.