Hall of Cold Frost

The first thing I saw at this palace was that it was in the far corner of the palace, and the only image was that it was in tatters.

It's a veritable cold palace.

The father-in-law behind him stepped forward and pushed open the heavy wooden door, only to hear the 'creak', the wooden door poured down, Ruo'er was so frightened that he hurriedly protected the dance.

Then he turned to look at Mei Wu: "Niangniang, are you okay?" ”

"It's okay," Mai smiled comfortingly.

The father-in-law who pushed the door turned to look at Mei Wu, and said sharply: "Niangniang, don't be surprised, this cold frost hall is not there to stay all year round, and the minions are too lazy to clean, and they are also cold ......" The eunuch said this, quickly covered his mouth, realized something, and continued: "Later, the minions will call a few palace people to clean up, and Niangniang and Ruo'er will be wronged first." ”

No one can say for sure what is going on in the palace, today may still be a humble and lowly slave, maybe tomorrow will be upgraded to the emperor's concubine, not to mention whether the emperor has decreed that the queen has any sins, even if there is, after all, people have the Xiahou family behind them, and they are still careful when they are slaves, if one accidentally offends the master, don't think about seeing the sun tomorrow.

The little father-in-law thought secretly in his heart, lowered his eyebrows and stepped aside and respectfully asked: "Please also invite the mother in, the slave is also acting on orders, and the mother will be wronged first." ”

Mei Wu also knew that these slaves were not simple, and he didn't want to embarrass them, so he led Ruo'er into the threshold, and a slight breeze passed, sweeping up layers of dust and rushing to his face, Mei Wu stretched out his hand to cover his nose and mouth, frowning, it looks like there has been no one living here for more than ten years, no wonder it is so deserted, I think this is also the reason why it has been shelved for so many years.

Ruo'er brushed her sleeves and stepped forward to fan the dust, covered her mouth and said: "Niangniang, people live here and there, how can the emperor treat you like this?" If you don't care about the mother, you should also take care of the child in the mother's belly. ”

The voice fell, and the heavy door closed tightly, leaving only a faint light.

She turned around and squinted at the door, the closed door, listening only to the trivial sound of locking. It was so clear in her ears.

Mei Wu frowned, and said to Ruo'er behind him: "Let's clean up this place." ”

The scorching heat of the afternoon sun is unbearable, and even the slightest wind blows through it, with a strong heat current.

Mei Wu was quiet under the hundred-year-old poplar tree in the courtyard, lying on a bamboo chair specially made for her by Ruo'er, squinting her eyes slightly, and stroking her stomach with both hands, which was very comfortable.

After the palace people cleaned the cold frost hall, completely subverted the first image of the dancing in the house, the pure wildflowers, although not as beautiful as the precious and beautiful flowers in the imperial garden, but have a unique charm.

Let's just say that this hundred-year-old willow, with its thick branches and rich willow leaves, is tightly isolated from the hot sun, and occasionally shines through the cracks, reflecting on the ground, and the strange and strange graphics are really reverie.

A touch of leaves slowly floated down, and the elegant posture was like a graceful dance, soft, and gently falling on the back of the dance's hand.

Faint touch, Mai Mai opened her misty eyes, took the leaf in her hand, and placed it in front of her eyes to look at it, the color of this leaf looked very strange, one moment it was white, one moment it was green, and then it turned blue, Mai Mai stared at the leaf, full of doubts, is there such a leaf?

If you touch it carefully, it feels very comfortable to the cold touch. This...... Doesn't that look like a leaf? Although it is as light as a floating leaf, the leaf is cold, like a crystal, but how can a crystal be so thin?

Aroused by this leaf, Maimai got up and pondered carefully, pacing around, and gradually, Maimai noticed that when the sun shone on the leaves, there would be faint handwriting.

"Fall over the water." Very small handwriting, dancing secretly thinking, falling over the water? What does this mean?

Water? Could it be the muddy water in the backyard? But what is Allure?