Spring comes and summer, and in a flash it comes to winter.

On the day of the winter solstice, goose feathers and snow drifted in the sky, golden tiles and white snow, and Qionglou Yuyu. Snow, there are endless stories to write, endless poems. Walking on the snow becomes a poem, and appreciating the snow becomes a sentence.

Xiang Ding looked at the flying snowflakes, thinking that the queen occasionally felt cold yesterday, so it was better to take advantage of this free time to go to the middle palace to visit the queen, and casually step on the snow and enjoy the snow.

Without taking the imperial chariot, the emperor took the eunuch Wang Zhiwen and a few entourages of the main hall and left the Dongzheng Hall on foot.

The willows that grow up in the south are hard to see large snow flakes like catkins, dancing in the air. She took advantage of the fact that the personal palace maid Rose didn't care, and put on an azure jacket indiscriminately, and slipped out of the Qinglin Pavilion.

The snowflakes seem to be a little smaller.

Xiang Ding motioned for his followers to wait on the side of the road, and he walked forward, stepping on the snow with fun. On the snow, a string of deep footprints was left behind.

"The snow is not like the catkins because of the wind." Yang Liu stood outside with joy, tilting her head and catching the light snowflakes with her mouth and hands, and after a while, her head and body were covered with snow.

In a clearing in front of a pavilion, Willow built a snowman on her own, and the small snowball pressed on the big snowball to turn it into a head, and then dotted it with leaves and branches...... Why isn't it as cute as you imagined?

Behind her, there was Xiang Ding, who came from stepping on the snow, and she didn't realize it.

Her bright eyes reflect the snow, and her mood is like jade. The day, the powder snow is shining, and the crystal is clear. The white and icy snow is like a natural painting, and she seems to be a jade person in the sky. She is as pleasing to the eye as the snow.

"Oh, why is the snowman I built so ugly?" Looking at the unsightly little snowman, the willow giggled happily, and the laughter flew through the dancing snowflakes and over the empty snow.

The head is a little crooked, yes, right. If there is less color, simply, take off the red hat, remove the flower scarf, and put it all on the snowman, isn't it better?

Yang Liu looked at his masterpiece from afar, and stepped back, backwards...... How can there be an object behind you? How can there be walls in an open space? She jerked around, and there was a large man standing in front of her.

"On a snowy day, not afraid of the cold, play snowballs here?" Xiang Ding opened his mouth.

Yang Liu couldn't help but raise his eyes and looked at him earnestly. I saw him wearing a mink snow coat, a snowflake hat, and his eyes were bright, shining like a star against the backdrop of the snow scene.

"I want to build a super snowman, but I have no choice, people are small and have little power, so I can only build a small snowman." As soon as Yang Liu spoke, the dimples on both sides flickered.

"Why don't you call a few companions and pile them together?" Xiang Ding's face was kind.

"I snuck out alone." Yang Liu shook the snowflakes on his body, "On such a cold day, what should I do if my companion comes out and gets sick?" ”

"Aren't you afraid of the cold to your bones?" Xiang Ding asked with a smile.

"I've been traveling since I was a child, and I'm in good health. Not afraid of cold, not afraid of heat, free adjustment of hot and cold. Yang Liu said smugly.

"Hot and cold conditioning?" Xiang Ding felt funny and laughed, "You are not afraid of cold, heat, sky, earth, and the emperor, are you not afraid, are you?" ”

"Who said you weren't afraid of the emperor? Who is not afraid of the emperor? Yang Liu drooped her long eyelashes and covered her dark pupils.

"Have you seen the emperor? Why be afraid of the emperor? Xiang Ding curled his lips, held back a smile, and asked.

"I haven't seen it. The emperor's dragon face, how can everyone see it? Yang Liu fluttered his eyelashes, "The emperor is the Son of Heaven of the Ninety-Five, the emperor of the head of all peoples, and the monarch who dominates the power of life and death......"

It's not in vain to run in the ice and snow and meet the Son of Heaven!

Looking at the cute little palace maid in front of him, Xiang Ding came to his lips and changed his words: "It's not in vain that Xue came here and met the people who watched it." ”

Yang Liu raised his eyes and asked, "Who are you?" Why don't you come here without being afraid of the cold? ”

"Why, if you can come, I can't?" Xiang Ding's slightly raised eyes were like a touch of snow flying on the tip of a leaf, shining brightly.

It was inconvenient for him to reveal his identity, lest he frighten the little palace maid in the snow.

In the white snow, there was no figure left and right, and a strange man in the palace stayed alone and chatted, and Yang Liu wanted to leave this snow land.

The fluttering snowflakes flew up a large feather again...... "The snow is falling, I'm going back." Yang Liu made an excuse and turned to leave.

As soon as he was not careful, he stepped on a thick branch half-buried in the snow, slipped under his feet, and was unsteady on his feet, so he fell backwards into the snow...... She didn't land, but she fell into his arms, and a pair of strong hands held her.

She and his hands collided inadvertently. She touched his long, cold fingers, and her face was as shy as a pink flower falling from the snow.

How did you fall on him? And touched his fingers? Yang Liu stood up in shock, his eyes reflected the snow, and his clear eyes were in a panic. The red clouds flew up, ashamed. Not far away, the thick snow on the branches of the trees was bent and fluttered down, attracting people to look at and alleviate the embarrassment here.

I remembered the words of my aunt: The women in the palace are all the emperor's women...... Oh, men and women don't kiss, they are seen and spread...... Today, you shouldn't go out to play in the snow.

Nasty branches are harmful! The willow stomped a few times and kicked it away again, and the damned branch threw an arc in the snow and landed in the distance.

"I'm sorry." Yang Liu apologized softly, turned around and left.

"Don't you want anything on the snowman?" The voice of Xiang Ding's magic came from behind him.

Willow stopped, took off the hat and scarf from the snowman, put it on himself, wrapped it, and left without looking back.

The turquoise dress brings up snow and flies, like spring flowers blooming in the snow, lighting up the winter in the heavy snow. A series of shallow small footprints, and the big footprints of the emperor, overlapped and overlapped, like bamboo leaves swaying lightly, like maple leaves all over the mountains; It is like a painting of landscapes, a poem of Meilan, and a song of the snow moon.

The palace maid with dimples left, leaving the emperor in the snow, looking at her small back under the snowflakes, walking farther and farther......

Yang Liu returned to Qinglin Pavilion, like a snowman, covered in jade white.

"Master Liu, where did you go crazy when it snowed so hard?" Rose asked, patting the snowflakes on Willow's body.

Rose is three years older than Yang Liu, and she is Yang Liu's personal palace maid, and she is dedicated to her master. According to her own words, after a few years in the palace, she can pile up a mountain of rice grains that she eats more than Master Liu.

"I went to the pavilion where we drafted and built a snowman." Yang Liu said in a low voice: "Sister Rose, today is very unlucky, and it is difficult to save your life if you say it." ”

"The master is playing in the snow, what can happen?" Rose asked indifferently.

Yang Liu told Rose about the encounter with a strange man.

"Falling into his bosom, for the good deeds to see, and spreading out, it is difficult to explain." Rose was frightened.

"Fortunately, there is no figure around," Yang Liu closed his eyes, "Bodhisattva bless!" Only God knows, the earth knows, and the snow knows. ”

"Is it a guard or a eunuch?" Rose asked uneasily.

"I feel like a guard in the palace, only the guards are patrolling around in the wind and snow." Yang Liu said firmly.

"Did the master see the man's appearance clearly?" Rose asked again.

"In the heavy snow, I vaguely saw a young and handsome face." Yang Liu covered his chest, "If I meet him again, I will recognize him." ”