In the evening, there was a heavy snow in the sky.

When Sheng Jingming walked out of the study, the outside had already turned into a snow-white ice and snow world.

As a southerner, Sheng Jingming has never seen a snow scene, so looking at the vast expanse of snow, he can't help but feel the magic of the creator.

Nan Yuan approached with his cloak and said, "Palm print, it's cold, let's put on the cloak." ”

Sheng Jingming didn't refuse, and when he caught a glimpse of Nan Yuan still wearing a simple and convenient robe, he couldn't help but say, "You should wear more on weekdays." ”

In ancient times, a small wind chill could kill a person.

Nan Yuan's heart warmed, and he lowered his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, full of emotion.

Sheng Jingming looked up at the sky and said worriedly: "Compared to previous years, is the snow too big today?" ”

"Strange to say, this year's snow fell exceptionally late." Nan Yuan raised his hand to catch the falling snowflakes, a little worried, "It didn't take long for the snow to accumulate such a thick layer of snow, I hope it won't continue to snow heavily." ”

"Otherwise, the people who farm the land will have a hard time."

New seedlings have just grown out of the ground, and everyone is looking forward to a good harvest in the coming year, and if this is the beginning of the year, I am afraid that the whole year will be immersed in sadness.

Sheng Jingming walked towards the dormitory with his hands behind his back, and on the way, he saw many little palace maids and eunuchs walking tremblingly, and cold air came out of their mouths.

"Put a few tables in the harem quarters and serve ginger soup every day."

"Ginger soup distribution points are also set up in various streets in the capital, and a bowl of porridge is provided every morning, so that those people will not freeze to death on the streets."

At the foot of the Son of Heaven, there were still many beggars outside the city gate.

Every winter, many people die in the wind and snow, especially this year, when the snow is so heavy, if too many dead people are piled up, it may cause a plague.

Nan Yuan nodded in response, he quietly raised his eyes to look at Sheng Jingming's tall back, and a strange feeling gradually rose in his heart.

He has been by Sheng Jingming's side for more than ten years, but it is the first time that he has found that Sheng Jingming still has such a kind heart, and he actually has to give porridge to beggars outside the palace...

Sheng Jingming, who kills people like a head, is actually kind?

It's weird to think about it.

Sheng Jingming stood still and said, "Do those things in the name of the eldest princess." ”

Nan Yuan nodded suddenly in realization, this is like Sheng Jingming's style!

The windows in the dormitory were ajar, and Sheng Jingming ordered someone to move a rocking chair and put it by the window, and there was a low couch with hot tea on it, and the rustle of brooms and snow could be heard.

It's not pleasant.

It's a pity that not long after Sheng Jingming's beautiful life began, Nan Yuan walked over with a wrinkled face, with a look of suffering on his face.

He glanced at Nan Yuan and said, "Say, what's going on?" ”

Nan Yuan sighed, and had no choice but to tell the news he received.

"The concubine Niangniang has made a fuss over there, and she has invited the imperial doctor twice in three days, and there are many bad rumors in the harem."

The rest of the matter, even if Nan Yuan didn't know what to say, Sheng Jingming already had a rough answer in his heart.

It's nothing more than the little thing between Qian Zhaozhi and the concubine Niangniang, that's all there is to it.

Sheng Jingming sighed, I really don't know how the character of the concubine Niangniang dares to do such a rebellious thing, and dare to think about the throne.

It's really interesting.

"Are there still such fools in the palace who can't see the form clearly?"

Truly.

People inside and outside the palace knew that Qian Zhaozhi was picked up by Sheng Jingming from Wu State with great difficulty, but there were always some people who never knew where to stand.

unswervingly took refuge on the side of the concubine.

"The concubine has been immersed in the harem for many years, and there are her eyeliners everywhere in the palace, and it is easy to spread some rumors."

Sheng Jingming sneered, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Sooner or later, he will solve the eyeliner of the concubine and the concubine!

The heavy snow has been falling for three consecutive days, and a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground, and three or five eunuchs are struggling to shovel the snow so as not to make it inconvenient for the nobles to pass.

Since the heavy snow has not stopped, Sheng Jingming decided to suspend the search for the morning court for two days, and if there is any important matter, he can immediately enter the palace to report.

If it's okay, just stay home.

Sheng Jingming, who is so humane, is the first time I have met it.

When Qian Zhaozhi returned to the palace from the building of the Ministry of Commerce, she saw someone greeting her with a smile at three or five o'clock, and she felt a little weak in her heart when she saw that she was sincerely grateful.

After some inquiry, Qian Zhaozhi learned that Sheng Jingming had done a lot of things for her behind her back.

Shi Tang Cloth Porridge is all a good thing to win the hearts of the people, but if Sheng Jingming does it in his own name, the people outside will not scold so much.

The soft sedan chair carried Qian Zhaozhi to the depths of the palace, and all the way to the gate of Sheng Jingming's bedroom, she could still see the little eunuchs and palace maids saluting her from afar.

Qian Zhaozhi's heart was heavy, and it was strange that it was not a taste.

How could she accept such kindness?

After Nan Yuan announced, he respectfully invited Qian Zhaozhi in, but couldn't help muttering a few words in his heart.

He felt that Qian Zhaozhi was a smart person and knew the importance of hugging Sheng Jingming's thighs, so he ran to Sheng Jingming's bedroom from time to time, but did he run too often?

It's just that these things are not up to him.

In the dormitory, Sheng Jingming sat comfortably by the window to drink tea and enjoy the snow, and there were two or three beautiful maids waiting by his side, the gauzy-like fabric could not cover the beautiful figure, and the full mountain peaks loomed with the movement of leaning over.

Each has its own ability, each with its own style.

As soon as they saw Qian Zhaozhi coming in, the beautiful maids all put away their flowers and branches, and they didn't dare to speak with their faces down.

Sheng Jingming raised his eyes and glanced at Qian Zhaozhi, put down the teacup, and said, "Just came back from the Ministry of Commerce building?" ”

Qian Zhaozhi smiled and nodded, sitting softly opposite Sheng Jingming, she didn't even need to call someone to come up to serve, she poured tea and ate pastries for herself comfortably, as if she was in her own bedroom.

The maid who pinched Sheng Jingming's shoulders kept paying attention to Qian Zhaozhi's every move, and secretly wrote down today's events.

"Xiaomei, the strength is lighter, use harder."

Sheng Jingming didn't raise his head, and his hand accurately slapped the back of the handmaid named Xiaomei, signaling her not to be lazy.

Xiaomei smiled shyly and said, "Yes, palm print." ”

She squinted at Qian Zhaozhi, her eyes rolled slightly, and she didn't know what bad idea she was playing.

"Palm print, is this force appropriate?"

Xiaomei clamped her arms tightly, her upper body approached Sheng Jingming's head, and her eyes looked at Qian Zhaozhi with a little provocation, as if she was hinting at something to Qian Zhaozhi.

Sheng Jingming's eyes were dark, and it took three seconds before he gradually regained his light.

He was dumbfounded: "...? ”

I've massaged so many times, but it's the first time I've seen such a situation!

Qian Zhaozhi still maintained a gentle smile, but a dangerous light gradually condensed in his eyes.

It's a pity that Sheng Jingming, who has a big nerve, didn't understand the deep meaning in Qian Zhaozhi's eyes at all, and even thought that it was just a meaning.

What if we did it again, he thought?