At the time of the lantern, the candle flame at the gate of the palace reflected the shadow of Ji Ploughing Snow. He stood there wiping his hands very intently, the steaming handkerchief running between his slender and beautiful fingers, and a red mark on his white skin.

He lowered his head, as if he hadn't seen the scene where Xie Yan and Song Qinghui were talking.

The little eunuch below followed behind silently, and a sharp-eyed eunuch saw Song Qinghui who was walking, and just wanted to remind him, but Ji Xiaojiu, who had been following Ji Xiaojiu for the longest time in the snow, stopped his words with an eye knife.

Ji Zhangyin has always been lenient to the children under him on weekdays, as long as his subordinates are heartily obedient, and he never scolds him for occasionally making small mistakes.

But Palm Prints is in a bad mood right now.

Ji Xiaojiu is the old man who followed Ji Fuxue when he was still serving in the inner court, he was ugly, had a natural scar on his face, and was often beaten and scolded by women in the harem. Not only him, but even Ji Xue had a hard time at that time. When Ji Fanxue was beaten by a concubine with only one breath left, he pounced on him and received ten whips for him, and entered Ji Fanxue's blue eyes.

He has no other skills, only two more eyes than others. When to say witticisms, when to shut up and be dumb, he knows better than anyone else, especially the joy and anger of the palm print, he can always understand that it is just right, and this life-saving intuition has never been missed.

For example, now, if the palm prints are not happy, they should hold their breath and treat themselves as if they do not exist.

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When Song Qinghui walked to the palace gate, Ji Fanxue happened to raise his head.

Mama Zhang greeted the snow in the same season, and after a polite sentence with Song Qinghui, she led the palace people to retreat.

"When did you come out? The concubine Niangniang talked to me for a while, did it make you wait for a long time? Song Qinghui asked, she saw that Ji Xuanxue's clothes were thin, and the clothes she wore seemed to be slightly different from when she entered the palace. When I saw him in the morning, he was still weaving gold, but now he has changed into a white robe. He was already thin, his clothes thin, and his white clothes looked like a thin snow that had melted to the ground, fragile and fragile.

There was a faint smell of rust wafting in the air, and Song Qinghui only smelled it for a moment, and then dissipated in the next second, as if it was the illusion that her nose had been cold for a long time.

Ji Fanxue smiled slightly when she heard this, swept away the coldness before, and her eyes added a little brightness, as if she was very useful for the care in her words, "Miss can ask this question, and I am willing to freeze to death here even if I turn the snow." ”

He lifted the curtain of the carriage prepared outside the palace and stretched out his hand to help Song Qinghui up.

His words left Song Qinghui speechless, and her face was faintly hot in the dim candlelight. Afraid that Ji Fuxue would see his embarrassment, he had to hurriedly get into the carriage. Ji Ploughing Xue's hands are warm and powerful, and his palms are covered with thin calluses. Between a grip and a loosening, the rough skin crossed Song Qinghui's delicate palm, and a strange burning heat rippled in Song Qinghui's heart.

The carriage was warm, and the little eunuch had already warmed it with charcoal, and put several soup women. On the chair was a fine fox fur blanket, embroidered with gold and silver threads, exuding a faint scent of smoke.

She blew a cold wind all the way out of the palace, no matter how thick she wore it, it was still cold, and she took the soup woman in her arms as if she had obtained a treasure.

The girl in the car touched her hot cheeks with her cold hands, trying to calm herself down.

Ji Fuxue is really strange, he is above 10,000 people in the capital on the beam, but he always puts some extreme words on his lips in front of her, such as last night's poisonous oath, and today's "willing to freeze to death". Song Qinghui didn't take these words seriously, but her soul's intuition made her feel that Ji Fanxue thought so from the bottom of her heart.

He was in a high position, but he was extremely humble.

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Ji Fuxue sent the girl into the carriage and did not follow immediately. He stood at the gate of the palace from afar, and saw Xie Yan in the distance with excellent eyesight.

When Song Qinghui came out of Yong'an Palace, Ji Fuxue ordered someone to send a message to the East Palace.

Since Xie Yan has been kneeling for so long, he should always let him meet.

At that time, Ji Xue was still in Zheng Shuyi's Hehuan Palace. His newly learned acupuncture skills were not bad, and he relieved the emperor's pain and fell asleep in half an hour. There were not many folds in front of the case, and after he casually flipped through a few books for review, all the rest was taken away by the waiter. These little things didn't bother the emperor to worry about, and he didn't even have to let him see them.

He was in a good mood today, but the only thing that made him unhappy was that Zheng Shuyi's blood was splashed on his body before she died.

Ji Fanxue recalled Zheng Shuyi's crying and begging for mercy, and the poisonous wine in Xiao Jiu's hand was knocked to the ground by her. The vulgar face cried out in despair, and the shrill cry turned to invective, and finally fell silently.

Originally, she wanted to keep the child in her belly, but the mother was not angry, and the child did not have to stay.

It doesn't matter if he humiliates him, he is a rat in the gutter, a rotten person who is spit on by thousands of people, he has so much blood debt and infamy, and he doesn't care if one more person hates him.

But Song Qinghui is not.

No one can touch his bright moon.

The night was dark, and the palace people were ready to close the door and the key, just as the two doors were about to close.

Ji Fuxue laughed silently, and beckoned to the figure in the dark, presumptuous and provocative.

The palace gate was closed, and the wheels rolled up the blackened snow cement point and drove towards King Ning's mansion.