It's the middle of winter, and the sky is full of frost and snow.

Yong'an Palace——

Song Jiao woke up suddenly from his sleep, and the young waiter in Tsing Yi who was waiting on the side hurriedly stepped forward, "The county lord has a nightmare again?" ”

She looked at the little maid in front of her, shook her head, and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the snow is falling, and the yard is lit up with lights, and it is festive.

Song Jiao frowned slightly.

Now in her second year of rebirth, she still occasionally falls into nightmares.

She came back to her senses and asked softly, "Where is Aya now?" ”

The little maid replied, "The prince has entered the palace now, and he must be at His Majesty's place." ”

The prince and His Majesty have a deep brotherly relationship, and it is rare to see such harmony among the dynasties.

Song Jiao heard Aya enter the palace, and the hand holding the brocade quilt couldn't help but tighten.

In his previous life, it was about this time, and he stayed in the house due to physical discomfort.

My father went to the palace to accompany His Majesty for the New Year's Festival, and then brought back a teenager.

The young man was very gloomy, and he had never liked it very much.

But who knows, the humble boy will become a powerful minister in the future.

And the now much-loved Yong'an Mansion will also decline rapidly in two years.

Although His Majesty dotes on the Yong'an Palace, his body is no longer stable, and he has many heirs, and he is eyeing him a lot.

In the end, it was this humble young man who supported the eighth prince in the cold palace to sit on the throne.

Although the surname is still Song, it has become Shen Shen's Yiyantang, and the Eighth Prince is only in name only.

In his previous life, he looked down on Shen Yan, but he didn't make things difficult for him in this mansion.

Thinking of this, Song Jiao sighed.

It's no wonder that Shen Shen has been in the Yong'an Mansion for three years, and when he saw Aya in distress, he didn't have the slightest heart to help.

She instructed, "Yuzhu, when Aya comes back later, you will say that I have something important to discuss with Aye." ”

In the first life, these things have to be considered in the long run.

Although Yuzhu felt a little strange, he nodded and agreed.

Song Jiao raised her eyebrows, this time, she would never let those things happen in her previous life again.

At this moment, a notice came from outside, saying that Yan Xiaohou had come over and was outside the mansion gate at the moment.

Yan Yu has always stayed in the Jiangnan area before, and this time she also went to Beijing with Yan Hou to present gifts for the coming year's festival.

When Song Jiao heard this, he looked stunned.

Yanyu can be regarded as his childhood sweetheart, and he is also the person he really wanted to marry in his previous life.

It's just that now that I'm living a new life, I'm no longer willing to-

In all fairness, Yanyu is a very good person and a sincere person to herself.

But with her status and status, it is far from enough to have this piece of sincerity.

Thinking of this, Song Jiao sighed in his heart.

In his previous life, he was determined to marry Yanyu because he insisted on going his own way.

Yanhou is a person from the camp of the second prince, the two families are married, and in the hearts of everyone, the Yongan Mansion has already stood in line.

Aya wanted to stay away from right and wrong, but because of himself, he had to choose a camp.

Song Jiao's fingers curled slightly.

Now she only feels that if she wants to find a husband, she must find someone who can protect the Yong'an Palace.

In any case, Aya can't be dragged into the water because of this matter.

Yuzhu saw that his county lord was not in high spirits, and said tentatively, "Do you want the slave maid to find a reason to send the little marquis away?" ”

Song Jiao pursed her lips when she heard this, "No need, invite the little marquis in." ”

There are some things that always need to be solved.

After Yuzhu retreated, Song Jiao looked at himself in the rhombic mirror.

Apricot eyes, red lips, and green eyebrows, the aura in his eyes is about to overflow.

A little cinnabar burning on the forehead makes the whole person delicate and noble.