In the park, the emperor's relatives and ministers gathered, and the female dependents area was overwhelmed, and no one paid attention to the commotion in the corner.

Yun Leshu looked at her disdainfully.

The wife of a eunuch, is she still afraid of Song Qinghui?

She looked at Song Qinghui's beautiful face with jealousy, and then felt a burst of schadenfreude.

Since she was a child, Song Qinghui has pressed her head in every way, and Song Qinghui's father is also a little higher than her father's official position.

Even the happy prince Xie Yan was fascinated by Song Qinghui, Yun Leshu has grown up in her shadow for the past eighteen years.

But some people are not born with the life of a phoenix, and no matter how good the conditions are, they are wasted.

"Behind the scenes, is the body clean enough?" Song Qinghui said coldly, "Everyone says that Young Master Yun is highly knowledgeable and has the style of a gentleman, and Miss Yun, as the eldest daughter of the young master, should not insult the lintel of the Yun family's generations of nobles." ”

"You!"

Yun Leshu didn't expect Song Qinghui to use the Yun family to press her, her face turned red, and she was speechless for a while, watching Song Qinghui leave with her words.

……

"Miss, you are just so imposing!" I really sat down with Song Qinghui and couldn't help but admire, "When did our young lady become so sharp-toothed!" ”

"You have to endure when you should endure, and you have to pay back what you shouldn't." Song Qinghui's face softened, and she secretly wiped the sweat in her palms, it was the first time she was so hard, and her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

She's so gentle that she's really not used to losing her temper.

Anyway, they are at a loss, and Song Qinghui can't find fault with his words, and he is not afraid that they will make trouble.

The play on the stage has been sung for the third time, Song Qinghui drank two sips of tea and ate some snacks, feeling that it was really boring, so he stayed and really watched at the banquet, sneaking out to breathe while no one was paying attention.

Mother is the emperor's sister, and every festival is indispensable to enter the palace for banquets, Song Qinghui is particularly familiar with the layout of the palace.

Bypassing the stage banquet and passing through the rockery plum forest, I finally found a pavilion.

The gazebo was built on the edge of the lake, far from the crowd, and only some noise could be faintly heard. The cold wind blew, blowing away Song Qinghui's heat in the crowd.

"It's still clean here." Song Qinghui picked a place to sit down and looked at the clouds in the sky with his face up.

A few birds flew over the palace wall, landed on the dead trees and chirped, and fluttered their wings and flew away, Song Qinghui was fascinated and couldn't help muttering, "I'm really envious." ”

"Envy what?"

A voice suddenly sounded in her ears, startling Song Qinghui.

"It turned out to be you. Why did you come out too? Song Qinghui turned around and saw Ji Fuxue winking at her, and smiled slightly in surprise.

"I'm looking for you." Ji Ploughing replied very honestly, "Give." ”

He spread out his palms, handed Song Qinghui a packet of milk soufflé wrapped in silk cloth, and sat side by side with her under the pavilion.

Song Qinghui's eyes lit up, "Milk crisp? Where did it come from? "There is no such snack at today's banquet, Ji Fanxue actually knows that this is her favorite little snack.

"I asked the cook in the imperial dining room to make it specially and try it."

The breeze is blowing, the sun is shining, the season is snowy, and the face is handsome. Song Qinghui was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Oh...... Good. ”

"After being absent for so long, it's time for Your Majesty to look for you." After Song Qinghui finished worriedly, he picked up a piece of milk crisp and put it in his mouth, the rich milk fragrance spread, the craftsmanship of the palace cook was really a must, and Song Qinghui's eyes were squinted like a crescent, like a hungry little gluttonous cat.

"No problem." Ji Fanxue looked at her quietly, and her heart suddenly flooded with warm satisfaction, "There are people in front of the emperor to serve, and no one will care if you come out to sober up under the excuse of plowing snow." ”

Hearing the sobering wine, Song Qinghui noticed that there was a faint flush on his face, and when he smelled it carefully, a clear and elegant aroma of wine wafted in.

Ji Fanxue drank wine, but his eyes were very clear, staring at Song Qinghui intently.

Everything around them fell silent.