Shen Yueru put down the handful of melon seeds and sat up slowly, "How?" ”

After Miss Shu went out of the Niangniang Palace, she did not return to Changchun Palace, but went directly to Shen Miaoyan. Niangniang's guess is right, they really colluded together! ”

Shen Yueru sneered, and lowered her legs from the bed with elegant movements, and the golden armor sleeve was lightly buckled on the low table, "Shen Miaoyan wants to incite Shen Rong to deal with this palace, but Shen Rong is as timid as a mouse, how much ability can she have?" Shen Miaoyan said that she had seen the wrong person. ”

"What Niangniang said is," Caiqiu stepped forward and straightened her hair crown and clothes for her, "Everything in this harem can't escape Niangniang's eyes, what is Shen Miaoyan, Niangniang is the real master of the harem!" It's just Niangniang, it's really hateful that Miss Shu betrayed you like this, what should we do? ”

The corners of Shen Yueru's left mouth hooked, "It's late autumn now, and seeing that the sky is cooling down a little bit, you send someone to tell the embroidery institute to 'take care' of Shen Rong more." ”

Cai Qiu immediately smiled and said, "Over there in the dining room, the slaves and maids will also take extra 'care'!" ”

Shen Rong's entry into the palace was like a stone thrown into the lake, although there were ripples in circles, but in an instant, he regained his calm.

Naturally, there are also idle and bored concubines who are full of food, and they go to Shen Rong's trouble together.

But Shen Rong listened to Shen Miaoyan, always maintained a gentle temper, no matter how others ridiculed and bullied, he would never return the mouth, and if he came and went, people were bored, so he didn't go to Changchun Palace to find trouble.

October and November gradually passed, the dead lotus and residual flowers in the palace were cleaned up, and the brand-new fiery red palace lamps were hung on the eaves.

The people of the embroidery courtyard also sent out new winter clothes, and the people of the worship room sent charcoal and other things to each of the masters of the palace, although it was to welcome the winter, but everyone was still happy to work on errands.

Shen Miaoyan's letter couldn't be delivered, because he was afraid of the cold, so he had to reluctantly change into the clothes in the palace, but fortunately, this time, Chu Yunjian did not ask someone to give the concubine of Lao Shizi a dress.

She lay on the bed, a little frenzied.

How many days have passed, and the national teacher didn't come to pick her up, nor did he hand her a letter of peace, saying that he was under house arrest, but with his ability, it wasn't difficult to deliver a letter to the palace, right?

Shen Miaoyan was a little suspicious that the national teacher was no longer in the capital, who knew where he had gone!

In fact, her suspicion was quickly fulfilled, the **** sat alone in the study playing Yingluo, Gu Qinyuan happened to come over, and while there was no one, he threw a paper bag to her, saying that the national teacher entrusted him to send it in.

Shen Miaoyan returned to the side hall and opened it, and there was a note and a glass bottle inside.

She opened the note, and the golden knife on it was extremely familiar: When the first snow fell in the Chu Kingdom, I came back.

She stared at the note in a daze, held back her sour nose, and looked at the palm-sized glass bottle, the bottle was translucent, and it was vaguely visible that it contained half a bottle of clear and crystal water.

She shook the small bottle, uncorked it suspiciously, and smelled it, and the fragrance of plum blossom snow water came to her face.

Amber eyes dilated slightly, and in this bottle was ...... Melting snow?

But in the country of Chu, it did not snow.

She held the glass vial tightly in her palm, and what the national teacher had said once came to her mind again.

――National teacher, what is the north like?

-- The north is the territory of the Great Zhou, and snow begins to fall in November every year. In March and April, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the spring scenery is extremely beautiful.

This is the snow swept from the plum tree of Da Zhou, right?

She looked at the clear sky outside the window, she had never been out of the capital of Chu State, and she didn't know what the place of Chu was like except for the capital, let alone what Da Zhou was like.

But now that the national teacher has gone to Da Zhou, she suddenly wants to know what the hometown of the national teacher is like.

She hid the precious glass vial under the pillow and ran happily to Chu Yunjian's study, this time, she wanted to read the local chronicles of Da Zhou seriously.

……

Seeing that in mid-December, the capital of Chu finally ushered in the first snow of this winter.

Shen Miaoyan woke up from freezing in the morning, she hurriedly put on her jacket, ran to the carved window, and put the window up, and saw that everywhere was covered in silver and covered with snow.

The Qianhe Palace is on a higher ground, and from her window, the roofs of countless patchwork palaces are full of white snow, and there are palace maids in exquisite winter clothes walking under the corridor, and the youthful face and the magnificent palace are integrated, forming a beautiful scenery of their own.

Farther away, there are bright yellow palace walls and long palace alleys, snow has fallen on the holly trees, the lake is frozen, and everything is a pure white and crystal color.

She was in a very good mood, put on her boots, combed her hair in a bun, took out the glass vial from under the pillow, kissed the bottle seriously, took the bottle into her arms, pushed the door and ran out like a wild, all the way north.

The palace maids and attendants who passed by paused in great surprise, only to see that the little girl was wearing a light yellow short jacket and a plain white pleated skirt to the instep, running so fast, and the smile on her little face was so bright, like a flame, running all the way, burning all the way.

Everyone stared blankly, they forgot that there was a ban on running around in the palace, and therefore forgot to stop Shen Miaoyan.

The hearts of these people, who have been immersed in the deep palace for a long time, have long since become dry and withered.

But at this moment, the fast-moving little flame seemed to light up this bottomless palace boudoir, and all the scenes in front of him became bright and relaxed.

They watched her go away, and their numb eyes regained their brilliance.

Shen Miaoyan didn't know the shock and joy she brought to these people, the corners of her lips were raised high, through the nine-curved corridor with long ice edges, through the lotus pond with thick ice surface, through the deep and shallow palace alleys, all the way to the north, as if she was running towards the future with him.

It wasn't until she was exhausted that she finally climbed to the northernmost clock tower of the palace, and as far as the eye could see, there was an endless snowy scene of the imperial city.

The snow was connected to the white sky, as if it could stretch all the way to where he was.

Shen Miaoyan held her knees, panting heavily, but her smile was exceptionally clear and lovely: "National teacher, I'll wait for you to come back!" ”

After she came down from the bell tower, she did not go back to the side hall, but went straight to Changchun Palace.

The Changchun Palace was deserted, with a few puffs of dead grass growing in the corners, and the thick snow covered the roads.

She stood outside for a long time, until a beautiful woman in old clothes appeared at the entrance of the hall, then smiled slightly, and quickly left.

Shen Rong leaned on the door frame and looked at her back, with a smile in his eyes.

Winter is the time when everything is silent.

However, there are always special plants that will take advantage of this opportunity to grow quietly under the cover of snow.

She endured it for two months, and she really had enough.

She touched her lower abdomen, and the smile on the corner of her lips was still gentle and generous.

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