Concubine Rong has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and there are few intimate people who can speak. It's just that when I get older, my spirit is slightly weak, and after lunch, I show a light tiredness, and my speech is half a beat slower.

Song Qinghui saw Concubine Rong's lacklustreness, and found a way to end the chatter.

When I left Yong'an Palace, it was already getting late, and the winter night fell exceptionally early. The snow in the middle of the road was swept to the sides by the palace people, and the cold wind blew and froze.

When they came, there were still two people, and when they went back, only Song Qinghui was left.

I don't know what Ji Chuanxue is doing, accompanying the emperor to deal with government affairs in front of the palace?

Song Qinghui thought for a moment, and after reacting instantly, he shook his head vigorously. No, no, what he does has to do with him. They have only known each other for one day, and there is no husband and wife, how can she remember him.

Qinghui, Qinghui, how can you be mistaken by beauty.

scolded himself a few words in his heart, and Song Qingxuan, who was immersed in shame, stepped on a frozen floor tile coldly.

"Ah?!!h Song Qinghui suddenly exclaimed in surprise and lost his balance.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, the pain did not come as expected, and a warm embrace caught Song Qinghui.

A faint medicinal fragrance lingered on the tip of Song Qinghui's nose, and when she looked up, that familiar face came into view.

It's Xie Yan.

The prince of Daliang, the person she once promised to marry.

Xie Yan's appearance is very similar to Concubine Rong, with a graceful and luxurious handsomeness between his eyebrows and eyes, the frost and fatigue of the past few days have made his face a lot haggard, his hair is a little messy, and two patches of jet black have been added to his eyes.

Xie Yan was always cheerful and handsome in front of her, and she looked high-spirited, but now she was like three souls had lost seven spirits.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Song Qinghui hurriedly withdrew from his arms, took half a step back and saluted him.

Xie Yan looked at her deliberately distant appearance, and realized that she had pulled her black hair into a women's bun, and her knees were unbearably swollen after kneeling for two days, but they were insignificant compared to the huge pain in her heart.

"The palace gate is about to give the key, I'll send you."

Song Qinghui took a deep breath and politely refused: "Today, the concubine Niangniang said with the concubine, saying that the imperial doctor instructed His Royal Highness to recuperate, you can't catch a cold, Your Highness's body is important." Niangniang sent Mama Zhang to send me, so I don't have to bother Your Highness. ”

She is already a wife, no matter who she marries, she should no longer have anything to do with Xie Yan. Xie Yan is the future emperor, with a strategic mind and the ambition of the world, she can't be a stumbling block on his way to the top.

What's more, she also has her own persistence.

Her feelings for Xie Yan since she was a child are the same as her feelings for her brother Song Hanzhang. It was a sister's longing for her brother, not a woman's love for a man, she couldn't deceive herself, let alone let Xie Yan fall deep into her.

"Ah Hui......!"

She couldn't find a wrong excuse, like a thorn piercing Xie Yan's heart.

Xie Yan blurted out her name, and then stopped not knowing what to say, he closed his eyes and tried his best to resist the urge to stop her. If he is not the crown prince and does not have this identity, he will definitely not give up his sweetheart. But many rules imprisoned him, he couldn't do more than that, and he couldn't even kneel in front of the emperor's bed like Ji Fuxue to ask to marry Song Qinghui in the form of invitation.

"Your Highness, it's not too early, let's send the princess out." Mama Zhang on the side spoke out to relieve the siege.

Xie Yan glanced at Mama Zhang, did not speak, and did not move.

The woman in front of her was wearing a light-colored coat and a cloak around her, her palm-sized face was surrounded by a white plush collar, and her cheeks were red. She didn't look at Xie Yan, her eyes fell elsewhere, beautiful and delicate like a doll made of snow.

Xie Yan exhaled and made way for her.

Song Qinghui blessed him and said goodbye to Xie Yan.

The next moment, she saw a figure waiting for her at the end of the mezzanine.

It's the season when the snow is plowed.