The sky is full of snow, and in the vast white snow, the wind and snow are whistling, as if connecting the heavens and the earth, and you can see the earthen embryo house pressed by the thick snow not far away, which is the only shelter.

The thinly dressed young man held a heavy bamboo slip in his arms, stepped on the snow with deep and shallow steps, and curled up slightly to withstand the whistling wind and snow.

The aura-chilling aura on the little boy's body is very faint, but he can still recognize from his delicate eyebrows that this is Feng Heng from his childhood.

Shi Qing found that he was still in the form of a little snow fox, buried in the heavy snow, and his whole body was stiff, but he did not feel the coldness of the cold air invading his limbs.

It just can't crawl out of the snowdrift on its own.

I could only watch Feng Heng walk towards him, and then step on the snowdrift......

"Hmph~"

In the empty and quiet snow, a coquettish hum suddenly sounded, which frightened Feng Heng so much that he couldn't help but take a step back, hugged the bamboo slip in his arms, looked down at the snow, and saw a little snow fox buried in the snowdrift, only showing its small head, and the snow-white fur color almost blended with the snow.

No wonder he seemed to have accidentally stepped on something soft just now...... It turned out to be a little fox!

Just when Shi Qing thought that Feng Heng would take her out of the snow, Feng Heng just clenched his fingers hard, hugged the bamboo slip in his arms, and walked away around the little snow fox.

Shi Qing: "......"

It is said that good people are good at the beginning!

Feng Heng pushed open the door without looking back and walked into the earthen embryo room.

Seeing that Feng Heng would not be kind enough to return to help her, Shi Qing had to try to struggle to climb out of the snowdrift, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the little snow fox's head was about to be reburied by the snow, and someone squatted down and cut all the snow around it, and lifted it out of the snow.

"The abbot of Jingyuan said that doing good deeds and accumulating virtue is even a Buddha's fate."

Feng Heng explained for no reason, and he didn't know who he was talking to, so he said to himself: "Isn't this hall soft-hearted and regretful...... It won't upset the mother. ”

Shi Qing looked up at Feng Heng's well-defined jaw with clean and black beast eyes, and drilled into his arms again.

As if sensing her gaze, Feng Heng lowered his eyes, and snow fell on his thick black long eyelashes, and the snowflakes hit his thin and thin body.

Feng Heng was not used to being so close, but thinking that it was just a little fox in his arms, the hot ears he hid in his black hair gradually cooled down.

Feng Heng covered the falling snow with his sleeves and carried the little snow fox into the house.

The furnishings in the house are shabby, and the old tables, chairs, and bed cabinets are like ice cellars, and the temperature is not much different from the outside.

The snow melted on his clothes, and Feng Heng had no choice but to take off his wet coat and hang it on tiptoe on the wooden frame beside him.

He didn't have much to wear, and it was even colder when he took off his coat, so he could only frown, rub his hands angrily, and straighten his pale thin lips in the cold.

Feng Heng found an old piece of clothes and simply piled up a small nest in the corner of the wall, hugged the little snow fox over, then returned to the table to untie the bamboo slips, picked up the brush and copied it.

Xu was too cold, Feng Heng copied very slowly, but he still sat upright and straight, revealing the dignity and arrogance in his bones.

When it was dark, Feng Heng had just finished writing a side of rice paper.

Before Feng Heng could put down the pen in his hand, the door in front of him was pushed open from the outside, and the cold wind brought snowflakes whistling in, causing Feng Heng to cough.

The maidservant who pushed the door in saw that Feng Heng was coughing uncomfortably, and she didn't feel afraid or guilty, let the door open, put down the food box in her hand heavily, and said expressionlessly: "Seventh prince, it's time for dinner." ”