The smell of winter is as good as ever, and you can't help but be afraid.

Yan Qiu fell through the light and shadow between the halls, wanting to reach out and grasp the fainter and fainter sunlight.

The cold wind whined and roared, running ragingly in the harem, as if holding a sharp sword that could pierce through the tight palace walls.

Not to mention the exposed skin, her hand had been slashed by it, and the pain was unbearable.

On the second day, when I woke up in the morning, the winter fog was filled, and immediately after the fog cleared, a beautiful scene appeared - a thick layer of hoarfrost condensed on the needles of the pine trees in the backyard, like a white autumn chrysanthemum, and the yellow leaves fell one after another.

She stared at the yellow leaves, thinking of her two children.

Chu Yang has been picked up, but she hasn't seen it yet.

She didn't know exactly where the saint placed the child, let alone find out.

He is the lord of the world, and he has never been as easy to deceive as everyone thinks, but it is ridiculous that Lin Fengyuan still said that he wanted to make such a plan?

It's ridiculous that she still looks like she was burned to death by fire for more than ten years? The Wang family still wants to use the child in her belly. And what about the little son? What kind of role did you think you were playing in this?

Gentle swords take people's lives, and there has never been gentleness and kindness in this world for no reason.

The Wang family has fallen, and the century-old family will fall when it says it will fall, and such a rich family is not at the disposal of the people of the heavenly family?

Now it is Lin Fengyuan, and the saint has a good plan, so that father and son can fight, and the frontier soldiers will be embarrassed.

Hanyu has lived in the frontier for 12 years, and most of the people who have taught him martial arts are famous military advisors and generals in the frontier.

There is more or less affection between them, and what master wants to die in vain? Not to mention that he may die under his own plan, under his own sword?

Yan Qiuluo's heart was cold, and suddenly white snowflakes floated, and the first snow in the capital appeared in front of her eyes.

Standing in the white snow with dead trees in the courtyard, he shook his body with the cold wind, and let out a sharp and piercing whistling.

The weather was overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds.

The palace maid put a cloak on her, and her body warmed a lot.

Lin Fengyuan said that everything he did was his plan, but he didn't know that Lin Fengyuan himself was the one in the game.

Perhaps, let his son crusade against Lao Tzu, such an idea was already planning today's situation when Lin Fengyuan just wanted to replace Yu'er with Chu Yang?

Thinking of this, she felt a chill in her heart.

In the cold winter, she sighed, lowered her eyes and raised her eyes, but saw a child.

The child was very thin, his eyes were a little like Han Xun, his body was thin and small, and when Han Xun sent someone to send the child over, the father-in-law said that the child was 11 years old.

But he looks like a seven- or eight-year-old child?

She glanced at the child, sat down in the main hall, and didn't care about him, I don't know what the child came to the main hall to do with her early in the morning?

The child remained motionless and continued to stare at her.

Yan Qiuluo pretended to be surprised and glanced at him, the corner of the child's mouth raised a faint smile, and walked to Yan Qiuluo's side, saying as he walked: "Father said that in the future, the mother will be the mother of the son." ”

As he spoke, the kid got closer and closer, and he had already walked to Yan Qiuluo's side.

She frowned, displeased.

The life and death of her own children are uncertain, and she still has to take care of other people's children for others?

She's not so kind, and she's not so selfless.

But this child was sent by Han Xun, she thought it would be good to raise it in Chen Palace, but how do you know that he looks like it?

"Is the mother concubine worried about the royal brother and sister?"

Yan Qiuluo was silent, glanced at him, and felt even more unhappy.

"Erchen thought, Brother Huang, he should be very good lately. ”

He said it crisply and loudly, but Yan Qiuluo's heart continued to fluctuate when he listened, and his heart was sour.

How good can it be for a small person to go out to the frontier?

"Mother concubine don't worry, the son saw a lot of folds in his father's imperial study yesterday, the imperial brother has been winning battles, and he should be coming back soon. He reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt, and a strange smell came over him.

Yan Qiuluo looked puzzled, glanced at him, and seemed to ask, why was he in the imperial study?

Before she could speak, a palace maid hurriedly came in outside the door, saying that she was the one in the cold palace who wanted to see the concubine.

Yan Qiuluo frowned and went.

It is a long way to walk from the Chen Palace to the Cold Palace, and the snowflakes on the side of the road are swept clean, revealing the bluestone flat floor.

The red wall glazed tiles, the snow is blowing, the maple leaves are fluttering, the woman wearing the red cloak brought a few palace maids and grandmothers to the cold palace, she looked up at the cold palace, she had long heard that the cold palace is the most desolate place in the entire imperial city, and now she suddenly felt quite touched when she saw it.

Such a beautiful woman wore a red cloak, and the palace maid on her side held a snow-white oil-paper umbrella. She glanced at the woman, as if she had seen the queen for the first time in the palace many years ago, the queen was still the queen, beautiful and noble, she didn't have that innate temperament, and she couldn't learn it, if she did, she would probably follow suit with Dong Shi.

The queen's expression was slightly disgusted, but the concubine raised a faint sneer.

Soon, the two of them entered a fairly clean and tidy room alone.

The room was quiet, as if they were all waiting for the other party to say something?

In the end, it was the queen who opened her mouth first, she stared at this concubine who was also wearing a red cloak, and the corners of her mouth showed a touch of envy: "You are a good fate, you have done such a thing, after leaving the palace for so many years, he can still let you be his concubine? ”

The concubine was slightly stunned, not knowing if the queen's good life was sarcastic or what.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the queen poured two cups of tea with her own hands and drank it by herself, and the other cup seemed to be waiting for the concubine to drink.

"The men in this world are all the same, and this palace still thinks that they will be different. ”

With a smile on the corner of her mouth, the queen stared at the face of the concubine, as if she was making a big decision.

She and her are for Han Xun and Lin Fengyuan. It's just a story of a white moonlight and another red rose.

She already knew what Lin Fengyuan had done in the frontier over the years.

When she was young, she was the first person to be heart-warming by Han Xun and Lin Fengyuan, and she was the white moonlight in their hearts.

And Yan Qiuluo should be their red rose, she is different from all the well-bred young ladies in the capital, and she has a stunning face, how many men are not tempted by such a woman?

If you say that you are using, can you only use her? There are so many Miss Yan family, so many Miss Wang Family, and so many Miss Shijia?

The real reason is that in Han Xun's eyes, Yan Qiuluo is different, what is this difference, Han Xun may not have figured it out at that time, but she can see it.