When Luo Ran heard that something heavy had landed, he immediately pushed Lu Jingmo away and looked towards the gate of the courtyard.

Unexpectedly, he met Xia Qingmiao's unbelievable eyes.

The hand in his sleeve clenched suddenly, and he took two steps forward, but the person at the door turned around with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

Xia Qingmiao was his only friend, and when he lived in the palace, he often went to Qiuyue Pavilion to talk and play with him, adding a lot of different colors to his monotonous life, and he already regarded him as a relative.

But when he learned that the woman he loved was also the woman he was thinking about, he chose to escape and conceal it.

He kept silent about all the topics about his junior sister Lu Jingmo, but he didn't want to, such behavior made Xia Qingmiao think that he was just a fellow sister and had no love for men and women.

Xia Qingmiao began to tell Luo Ran without hesitation that he had gone from the germination of spring to the deep-rooted process of love.

It was the surprise of the first encounter of a young man who didn't know anything about it.

In the fifteenth year of the Night Emperor, the empress was thirty-fourth on her birthday, and the ministers brought their families into the palace to congratulate each other.

Nine-year-old Xia Qingmiao sat at the banquet, her white and tender little hands supporting her cheeks, and watched the dancers writhing around boringly.

Lively and active, he couldn't stay for a moment, and secretly glanced at his father, who was cooking for his mother, and left the seat quietly.

"Whew! The banquet was boring and boring, and it was better to be comfortable outside. ”

Xiao Xia ran on the snow with a clear smile, imprinting one deep footprint after another, and letting out bursts of laughter like silver bells.

"Little boy, where have you gone?"

"Little boy, the minions have seen your footprints, don't hide them, come out quickly, don't make it difficult for the minions!"

Several palace people anxiously looked for people along the small footprints on the snow.

The prime minister's little son is gone, this number of nine cold days, if something happens, their little lives will be over.

Xia Qingmiao, who heard the shouts of several people, hurriedly looked back, and sure enough, there was a series of clear footprints on the road he walked.

But he hadn't been out for a long time, and he hadn't played enough yet, so he didn't want to be found by them.

Seeing that the palace people were getting closer and closer, Xia Qingmiao looked around in a panic, looking for a place to hide.

Suddenly, in the snow, the blooming Merlin broke into his sight.

Here it is.

Having made up his mind, he quickly ran into the large area of fiery red.

Merlin was large and dense, and it was even more difficult for the palace people to find him in it.

"Humph!" Xia Qingmiao patted the snow on the plum tree that she accidentally helped when she was running, "If you want to find this son, let's dream." ”

He swaggered through the plum grove, admiring the beauty peculiar to winter.

"Daddy is right, the red plums in the palace are not only the most beautiful, but also smell extremely fragrant." He plucked a plum blossom, twisted it with one hand and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it deeply, the unique fragrance of plum blossoms made people can't help but indulge.

He walked all the way, picked all the way, and unconsciously walked into the depths of Merlin.

A cold and biting cool breeze blew, and Xia Qingmiao shivered from the cold.

Although it was snowing a little today, it was not windy, so it is impossible for there to be such a strong wind in the Merlin?

He couldn't help but look strangely in the direction the wind was blowing.

When I saw this, I fell into my eyes and lost my heart.

Red plums and snowflakes are flying in the air, and the girl in red stands on the top of the highest branch of the plum tree, holding a long sword in her hand, and her moves are very cold, and every time she makes a sword, she draws a strong air flow.

He was so stupid that he completely forgot who he was and where he was.

The plum blossom he was holding in his arms was waved by the sword qi and fell on his hair, shoulders, and cloak he was wearing.

The girl in red looked at him condescendingly, and Xia Qingmiao unconsciously tensed her body.

This beautiful girl who seems to be the person in the painting, will he blame him for disturbing her sword practice?

He kept beating the drum in his heart, thinking about what if the girl got angry?

As a result, she only glanced at him, and then walked away.

The girl's red clothes fluttered, and where her toes pointed, the snow covered with plum blossoms fell into the forest scatteredly, refracting a dazzling silver light on the white snow.

It was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen.