After breakfast, the empress sent someone to send Shi Yu to the imperial study.

Shi Yu thought that he could take this opportunity to ask the empress to make a holy decree and canonize Su Xian as the righteous monarch.

The Imperial Palace, where snow falls, is probably the most beautiful time of the year.

The red tiles and green tiles are pressed with a layer of white snowflakes on them, and the colors are bright.

Out of the palace gate of Changle Palace, there is a long corridor, the cold wind is cold, Shi Yu is full of oncoming wind, and he is about to freeze.

"Your Highness, wait." Someone behind her called her.

Hearing that it was Su Xian's voice, Shi Yu turned to look at the person who came.

The girl was dressed in a rabbit down snow hat and red fur cape, the grenade satin was like fire, the hat was full of white velvet rabbit fur, and a delicate little face was sunk in the hat, which was mostly covered by the brim.

Shi Yu was wearing this body, his skin was whiter than snow, standing in the corridor, bright like a red plum in the snow.

Su Xian approached her, he exhaled white air in his mouth, and stuffed a small openwork copper stove into Shi Yu's palm: "Your Highness, you forgot to bring a hand stove." ”

The hand stove was still warm, Shi Yu took the openwork copper hand stove and said, "The weather is so cold, just such a small thing, it is worth chasing out." ”

The boy's face was a little red from the cold, and the tip of his nose was moist and pink, delicate like a fawn.

The young man tilted his head and looked at her with innocent eyes: "Because it is His Highness, it is worth it." ”

Invisible sultry is the deadliest.

It's over, and I feel like I've been picked up by my own husband.

It's so sweet!

Not to be outdone, Shi Yu held Su Xian's wrist, and his fingertips slowly rubbed against his palm, passed through his fingers, and clasped tightly.

Shi Yu's initiative made Su Xian's heart have both secret joy and subtle dissatisfaction.

Every time he can get her touch, he will feel both satisfied and insufficient.

The more I thought about it, the more unbearable darkness grew in my eyes.

When will you be able to have Your Highness.

The two walked a short distance in the snow, and Shi Yu sent Su Xian to the gate of Changle Palace.

Shi Yu let go of him, held the hand stove with one hand, and gathered the cloak on his body for him with the other hand, and said softly: "Go back quickly, it's windy outside." ”

Su Xian smiled softly, "Okay." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Shi Yu seems to see the glacier melting in his eyes and the spring flowers blooming.

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After a little delay on the way, Shi Yu walked quickly towards the imperial study.

The Empress is still waiting, she can't make people wait too long.

I just got around the corner, but I almost collided with a person.

Shi Yu subconsciously stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry, you're okay, right-"

It's just that before she finished speaking, the person opposite spoke: "The imperial sister married Qiaolangjun, and she even turned a blind eye to my sister?" ”

As soon as Shi Yu raised his eyes, he saw the slightly hostile eyes of the heroic girl.

It was not difficult for Shi Yu to judge from her words that the heroic girl in front of her was Yan Qingqing, the heroine of the plane.

"It turned out to be the royal sister, what a coincidence."

Shi Yu's words were normal, but when they fell on Yan Qingqing's ears, they caused thunder.

She clenched her fists slightly, and the royal sister ...... No matter how hard she tries, just because she is her imperial sister, she can't inherit the throne.

Why, it's clear that she is better than her.

Reliving a life, she must change the fate of her previous life.

Yan Qingqing was slightly smaller, raised his chin and looked unruly: "Don't use your seniority to press me, you are only two years older than me."

Shi Yu: "......"

She herself didn't know how this sentence was "pressing people with seniority", and this hat was inexplicably buttoned.