The winter is cold and the snow is cold, and overnight, the plum blossoms in the plum garden are blooming. The snow-colored world suddenly bloomed with a vibrant red, instantly stunning the winter wind.

On the table is a picture of a plum painting. The plums in the picture have interesting branches, sparse flowers, and wild indulgence.

This ink plum picture is a hundred miles of peerless painting, the strokes are heroic and full of arrogance.

He said that this picture must be inscribed by her to be considered a good work.

But in Zhao Yu's opinion, no matter who inscribes this picture, it will become a masterpiece.

Zhao Yu secretly admired this ink plum picture in his heart, raised his eyes to see the red plum blossoms blooming in the ice and snow, as if it was a fusion of ice and fire, his heart moved, and he wrote down:

"Who knows the cold when the snow flies, urging the early plum to bloom one by one, and a halo of red flowers to compete for beauty.

The snow is the most suitable, the sparse shadow oblique branches lean on the disease, and the headwind is not devastating. ”

"Papapa······"

The sudden applause startled Zhao Yu, who was intoxicated with the artistic conception of the words, and the pen in his hand slipped down.

The white shadow flashed, the fragrant wind flickered, and a plain hand just caught the brush and saved the ink map.

"It's a good headwind, it's really a good poem." The person who came elegantly put down the pen and praised.

"Sister Feng." Zhao Yu was secretly relieved when he saw that Mo Meitu was rescued and saw the person who came clearly.

Feng Yange clasped his hands on his chest, stood in front of the table, and said with a smile: "Is this Yu'er's state of mind at the moment?" ”

Zhao Yu's eyes flashed, and a smile bloomed on his lips, like red plums blooming in the snow.

"Sister Feng, do you like plum blossoms?"

"Plum blossoms?" Feng Yange's eyes were far away, and his sleeves were raised suddenly, and his internal strength was like the wind blowing, and a cold plum was already trembling at his fingertips, "The world says that Mei has a proud and snowy bearing, and Ling Han has a strong backbone, and often uses it to describe himself." But as far as I'm concerned, I love Ho more, and I love her pure and holy demeanor. Yu'er, what do you think? ”

"Everything in the world has its own love, and Sister Feng loves lotus alone, which is naturally due to Sister Feng's character and her heart's wishes. I naturally support Sister Feng. Zhao Yu smiled.

"Well said." Feng Yange clapped his hands and laughed, "If everyone in the world is as transparent as Yu'er, why do you need to use flowers as a metaphor for people and pretend to be high?" ”

"What's the benefit of being transparent, it's better to be confused for a lifetime, and leave the world cold and cold behind, and then you can live a chic and comfortable life." Zhao Yu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the ink that had already dried, and sighed faintly.

"Yu'er, you're wrong." Feng Yange leaned on the table, and the white clothes were better than the snow.

"Wrong?" Zhao Yu was stunned, his eyes were confused, and he muttered.

With a flick of Feng Yange's fingertips, the cold plum rose like snow, fluttering and falling on the snow-covered blue-gray roof outside the high wall, a little red in the white, and like cinnabar in an instant.

"You and I are both in this world, if you want to avoid the heat and coldness of the world, how easy is it to talk about the warmth and coldness of human feelings?" Feng Yange stroked his fingers and sighed softly.

Zhao Yu was stunned when he heard this. Yes, she was born in the world, and she will die in the world in the future, everything in this world has long been avoided, thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, and said with a smile: "Sister Feng, you are right, I thought too much and forgot my original intention." ”

"Yu'er, in fact, sometimes you don't have to think too much, people in the world, some things are not as uncomfortable and cruel as you imagined. You should learn from this cold plum, stand against the wind and frost, and bloom your own brilliance. Feng Yaoge's eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and leisurely, slowly pacing to the plum forest, the long sleeves are stretched, the internal force is thin, and the cold plums in the garden are blooming one after another, which is gorgeous and beautiful.

"Yu'er, do you understand?" Feng Yange smiled, Tingting stood in a clear and brilliant red, white clothes are better than snow, clothes are fluttering, and the elegance is exhausted.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but look stupid.

Learn from Hanmei, stand in the wind and frost?

In this fate that she can't help herself, she has already been tempered by hardships and hardships without a trace of edges and corners, can she still be like Hanmei, facing the wind and snow, and proudly independent?

She didn't know, she really didn't.

Some embarrassed lowered their heads, and their hands quietly touched their lower abdomen, where a new life was being born.

"Sister Feng, will you help me?" Zhao Yu suddenly raised his head, and looked at the stunning woman hidden in the beautiful cold plum with burning eyes.

When Feng Yange heard this, her eyebrows raised lightly, and she looked at her in surprise.

Zhao Yu's slender fingers clenched into fists, and said a little hurriedly: "I am willing to learn from Hanmei, but I am a little cowardly, I hope Sister Feng can help me." ”

Feng Yange didn't answer, but slowly approached her, looking into her eyes with heavy eyes, as if he was snooping on something, but he didn't seem to be snooping on anything.

Under her gaze, Zhao Yu's heart couldn't help but tighten, her throat was dry, and a layer of cold sweat broke out in her palm.

Feng Yange's eyes flashed, he reached out and pinched her face, and laughed: "Help, you must help, who told you that you are destined for my clan." ”

Zhao Yu was stunned when he heard this, and he was overjoyed, and thanked him again and again: "Thank you Sister Feng, thank you Sister Feng." ”

She is indeed happy from the bottom of her heart, and being able to get Feng Yaoge's support and help will undoubtedly stabilize her heart, and things will go much smoother in the future.

"But ······" Feng Yange took her joy into her eyes, deliberately lengthened her voice, and sold it out.

"But what?" Zhao Yu was originally overjoyed, but was suddenly taken aback by her words, and hurriedly asked nervously.

Feng Yange was in a good mood when he saw her nervous appearance, and blinked and whispered: "Yu'er, don't forget what kind of place this is, if your family's unsympathetic Hou Ye knows, it will be very bad." ”

When Zhao Yu heard this, his face turned pale in an instant, and he looked around in fright, for fear that the Hundred Miles Peerless World was nearby.

Feng Yange saw that her face was pale, thinking that she was frightened, she sighed in a heavy mood, and secretly thought: "I don't know what means this Chonghua used to make Yu'er so afraid of him, it seems that in order to break free from the shackles of fate, you must first pass this level." ”

"Yu'er, don't look at it, he's not here." Feng Yange suddenly lost the mood to joke, and frowned in a depressed mood.

Zhao Yu breathed a sigh of relief and put his mind at ease.

"Go to the inner hall, you are pregnant, be careful."

"Yes, Sister Feng, please."

The two walked side by side to the inner hall, and a cold wind whistled in the Yimei Garden behind them, and the snow actually fell again.

There are light yarn warm tents, goose yellow wine, and high-quality tea in the house.

Feng Yange supported his forehead with his hand, held the cup and drank, his beautiful eyes were half-narrowed, and his expression was very pleasant.

Zhao Yu's white fingers hesitated in the wine and tea, and indifferently stretched out to the wine glass.

Before the glass could be raised, another slender hand reached over and pressed against the back of her hand.

"Yu'er, you are pregnant, so you should not drink."

Zhao Yu's eyes flashed slightly, looked at the owner of the hand, and moved his hand to the teacup helplessly for a long time.

The aroma of sake and tea is intertwined and fills the room.

The two were silent for a moment. Until the cold wind outside the door blew away the fragrance little by little through the heavy curtain.

"The child can't be saved." Zhao Yu looked at the tea leaves in the teacup, his expression was complicated, and his other hand subconsciously touched his abdomen.

"What did you say?" Feng Yange's half-squinted eyes suddenly widened, blooming with a radiance of surprise.

Zhao Yu put down the teacup in his hand, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a strange expression appeared on his face, but his voice was extremely light: "I have already ruined my body because of practicing poison skills, and if such a broken body wants to conceive a child, the chance of success is too small." Even if I can keep the child, I will run out of oil and die at that time. ”

Feng Yange's fingers clenched the wine glass, his expression became solemn, and he frowned: "That Chonghua is ······?"

"He may or may not know, but he wants this child." Zhao Yu hid his hand in his sleeve, his five fingers clenched, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he regained his calm after a while.

"He's a good doctor, maybe there should be a way." Feng Yange muttered, "You should believe him. ”

Trust him? Zhao Yu felt bitter in his heart, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She didn't want to have children, she didn't want to die. She just wants revenge, and this child will only be a drag on her.

"With Sister Rou here, as well as me and Changsi, I will definitely ensure that you are well-prepared." Feng Yange put one hand on her fragrant shoulder and solemnly promised.

She understands her feelings, understands her pain, understands her hesitation, understands her worries, and that's why she makes such a commitment.

She thought that the reason why she would be willing to help her was not only because she was destined for the entire Quuni Illusion, but also because of the vulnerability and tenacity she showed in the mortal world.

"Sister Feng, I don't want to die." Maybe Feng Yaoge's words were too warm, or maybe it was Feng Yaoge's comfort in the center, Zhao Yu's heart was hard to support, and he confided his heart lightly.

"I know, you're not going to die." Feng Yaoge's voice was as gentle as water.

This sentence is like a reassuring pill, just right to soothe the gray emotion in Zhao Yu's heart.

"Thank you, Sister Feng." Zhao Yu couldn't find a better way to express her gratitude than to thank her.

"Yu'er, do you want this child?" Feng Yange withdrew his hand, straightened his clothes, and asked casually.

"I ······" Zhao Yu was stunned.

She obviously doesn't want it, but she can't say a word, is she also looking forward to the birth of this child subconsciously?

She suddenly remembered the mountain alliance and sea oath when she was in Tiangui Mountain, and she couldn't help but tremble in her heart, and turned her head away with some embarrassment.

Feng Yange sighed knowingly, and said softly: "Yu'er, if you want this child, take care of the fetus, you don't have to worry about other things, Changsi and I will ensure that you and the child are safe and sound." ”

"Sister Feng, I ······"

"Don't say anything, leave everything to me." Feng Yange smiled slightly, like a spring flower blooming, beautiful and incomprehensible.

"Okay." Zhao Yu was infected by her smile, and suddenly felt that all the emotions in her heart turned into a wisp of fresh wind, dissipated, and her mood became happy.

The two looked at each other and smiled, raised their glasses and invited each other, showing even closer in silence.

Zhao Yu got up, lifted the heavy curtain, watched the wind and snow swaying with the cold wind, and said in a low voice: "Sister Feng, when this cold winter passes, can you take me to Yaochi Palace?" ”

"Okay, I'll take you there, the Borneo flowers in the Tianshan Mountains are blooming just right, you will definitely like it." Feng Yange got up and stood side by side with her, his eyes also falling on the wind and snow, clear and bright.

Zhao Yu smiled back, his eyes were kind, gentle and soft, and instantly softened the wind and snow.

Just as the two were admiring the snow side by side, Light Breeze walked in with a letterhead.

"Madam, Feng Palace Master, this is a letter from Princess Junhuang."

"Junhuang?" Zhao Yumoth frowned, and reached out to take the letterhead painted by Furong.

I saw the handwriting on the letterhead, which read:

At the moment of Shen, at the mouth of Wuyi Lane, the blue sea is Xiaoxiang.

Feng Yange naturally also saw the content of the letterhead.

"Bihai Xiaoxiang is naturally Bixiao Pavilion, I don't know why Her Royal Highness the princess asked you to go to Bixiao Pavilion?" Feng Yan said.

"Does Sister Feng think she can go to this appointment?"

Feng Yange weighed the situation and said, "You are pregnant, and now the imperial city is not safe, so it is okay not to go to this appointment." ”

Zhao Yu remembered the agreement with Huangfu Junhuang, pondered for a while, and said, "Sister Feng, this appointment must be made." ”

Feng Yaoge was slightly stunned, and said disapprovingly: "Now the whole Tian'an is full of people in the martial arts, and they are all here for the "Fire Phoenix Fu", if you go out and accidentally show your tracks, what should you do?" ”

Zhao Yu blinked when she heard this, and said with a smile: "With Sister Feng here, Yu'er is not afraid." ”

Feng Yange shook his head and sighed: "That's it, then let's go to the appointment." ”

Zhao Yu smiled and said, "Then there is Sister Lao Feng." ”