The two-story building is exactly the same as in memory, even the colorful paintings on the hexagonal palace lanterns hanging in front of the windows. The door is closed tightly, and there are holly green leaves in the blue and white flower jar in front of the steps, with two pots on one side and three pots on the other. In fact, this set of flower pots originally had six, the lesser one was accidentally broken when people moved, and has not been made up. It's not that the blue and white are hard to find, but the pattern above is a picture of Mulan who joined the army. I painted it by myself. After firing, the artwork was discarded, and it was missing. At this moment, the flower pot in front of me made me suspect that it was moved from Ling Mansion.

On the corridor, a gold parrot rack hung on the right, empty in the wind. There are several pots of Chlorophytum on the left, and only the dead branches are hanging down. In fact, these two things are just decorations of Kasuga. In summer, thin bamboo curtains are hung around the corridor, and chrysanthemums of various colors are placed in autumn. In winter, because of the garden full of green plums, nothing is left.

Snow fell from the sky, and there was no sound of silence all around. This garden is remote and there should be no one at this time. I looked at the green calyx blooming freely in the courtyard. I couldn't tell where is the flower or where is the snow in the heavy snow of goose feathers. Only the exquisite cold fragrance lingered around me, which made me fascinated. It really complied with the artistic conception of "a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opened it alone. Knowing that there is not enough snow in the distance, because there is a secret fragrance".

The snow became denser, but the wind stopped. I looked at my wet clothes and socks, only the pavilion could hide in front of me, so I walked in. There was no one around, and it is estimated that no one would come in this weather. I took off my wet veil, and suddenly felt like a knife cut on my face, and it was painful.

I rubbed my face, and as soon as I touched it, the ice-like hands made my whole body shiver. Sitting in the pavilion with my shoulders shrunk, I only hope that the snow will be smaller, so that I can go back to the clothing bureau and change to dry clothes and drink some hot water to warm up my stiff body. But the snow only grew bigger. I watched the plum blossoms full of vitality, and the long-lost poetic sentiment suddenly appeared, so I wrote stroke by stroke on the ground with thin snow: "The Snow Abuse is more awe-inspiring, Hua Zhongqi is the strongest. It will drift away when it is out of date, and I will be more ashamed of Dongjun."

He clapped his hands and brushed off the snow foam, and put his red-frozen fingers on his lips for a long time, until he felt sensation before putting it in his sleeve. I looked up at the dense snowflakes in front of me, then at the lead gray sky, sighed and planned to go back.

Just don't give up that plum. I think the clothes should be wet anyway, so it's better to go and take a look, so as not to miss and regret in the future.

The plum trees are dense, and the flowers linger all over the body. In the heavy snow in the sky, there is only the fragrance like boundless sea water, which is hard to leave. I had the courage, and carefully folded a branch of plum blossom that was just right and planned to put it under the bedroom window, bringing a trace of elegance and elegance to my sleep, as well as the rare happiness in life.

I was about to leave, but looking at the white snow that covered up all the filth between the world and the earth, and looking at the courtyard that looked like a fairyland, I was in a good mood. I couldn't help turning around in the snow, and I almost jumped out of my feet. Come dance. This is the first time I have such an excitement since I first entered the palace.

Holding the plum blossom in my hand, I gently hummed a tune: "I am here in the ice and snow forest, different from peaches and plums, mixed with dust. Suddenly, the fragrance spreads all night, and it spreads to the universe and thousands of miles of spring." People place.

A soft "click" sounded, it was the sound of the door opening, which disrupted my dance steps.

Then there was a voice: "The emperor, Xueda, please step down carefully."

I suddenly froze in the plum blossoms, and looked straight at Shen Xiyao, who walked out of the small building, dressed in sable fur, with a trance and anxious look, and Zhang Dehai, who was wearing dark vermilion inner guard clothing beside him.

At that moment, I only felt that the sky was about to fall, and I was completely at a loss and almost wanted to bury myself in the snow. But at the same time, there was a small voice deep in my heart telling myself that this might be a rare opportunity for me.

"The emperor, the emperor, be careful." Zhang Dehai also looked anxious: "On the other side of the imperial tomb, the minion has already sent cotton-padded quilts to the prince. I want to come..."

After hearing his words, Shen Xiyao trembled abruptly, her face faded a little, and her anger changed: "Who let you do it yourself?" There was anger in his voice: "He doesn't want to be a prince, what do you offer? attentive?"

"The emperor's forgiveness, the emperor's forgiveness." Zhang Dehai hurriedly knelt down: "It was actually the imperial tomb that told me that the prince had been caught in the wind and cold before the winter, and this is the old slave...this is..." he said. , Looking at Shen Xiyao's expression carefully.

Shen Xiyao closed his eyes in pain: "He doesn't want to be a prince, but I can't help but read the feeling of hands and feet." He opened his eyes, as if overwhelmed, slowly and heavy said: "You just said that he was seriously cold and wanted to see me. . You immediately send an imperial physician for treatment, and don’t come back if you fail to cure it. Also," he hesitated, "I will not see him."

Zhang Dehaiinuo nodded: "The minion will go now."

Shen Xiyao nodded: "You tell him... tell him... The Shen Xihe I want to see is the Yu Wang who can go to the battlefield and can enter the court, not a sick person."

Zhang Dehai stunned: "The minion knows." He glanced at Shen Xiyao worriedly: "The emperor, the snow is so big, you might as well rest in the building, and the minion will let Li Dequan come over."

Shen Xiyao still frowned, and waved his hand: "Go down. I will stay alone for a while." Then he walked towards the building.

I put my heart down a little bit, and at the same time tightened for what he said to Zhang Dehai. In this way, Xihe’s life in the imperial tomb was also very sad, and he was getting more and more severe from the wind and cold, and wanted to see Shen Xiyao...

I suddenly didn't dare to think anymore. If he is so sick that he wants to see his brother, there is only one situation.

Endless worries flooded my heart, sweeping all emotions like a tide. I immediately gave up such an opportunity to "encounter" Shen Xiyao. I can't, nor can I ask the emperor's favor when I know that Xi He is seriously ill.

It seems to be back in Yaotai, Pengdao Island, and the same serious illness was also caused by me. But this time, I will not appear in front of Shen Xiyao. I am afraid that my conscience will condemn and not forgive myself. After all, if it weren't for me, Xihe would still be his prince of Qing Dynasty, a powerful general, and he would still be the emperor's most trusted brother. Rather than the sinner who has been exposed to the sun and rain in the imperial tomb, summer and winter.

But what is wrong with us?

A drop of tears shed slowly, and I could hardly bear the soreness of my eyes. Backed back, trying to hide as much as possible. I saw Zhang Dehai leave, hoping that Shen Xiyao quickly entered the building, so I could go back to the clothing bureau and be my female maidservant, waiting for the 25-year-old to be released from the palace.

Perhaps, living my life without desire and desire is my best choice.

After standing in the snow for a long time, my body was frozen stiff, my feet were numb and itchy, and I felt even more chill. I felt like I was about to become an ice sculpture, and I stomped almost instinctively under my feet, so light that I didn't even take half of the snowflakes from the plum branches beside me.

"Who?" A sharp scream rang in his ears.

I froze there suddenly, and saw Shen Xiyao's eyes drifting over.

"You..." There was incredible in his tone.

I immediately knelt on the ground, with my head low, afraid to speak. I think he will not recognize me now. And at such a distance, with so many plum trees, he couldn't recognize me.

"You..." The suspicion and faint expectation in Shen Xiyao's voice were blown away by the wind, and only his voice remained, as if it came from another world.

I slapped my spirits, and a voice from deep in my memory slowly came up, because time is too long to distinguish, but I don't have time to think about it.

With the sound of "crunchy" gradual footsteps, my heart went up and down like a bucket. His head seemed to freeze for a while, and he didn't know how to react. In fact, kneeling in the snow, not speaking, and making the appearance of a cringing palace lady is the only and reasonable response at this time.

"Who are you?" There was a suppressed calm in his voice.

"The slave servant..." My voice was frozen by the cold wind: "The slave servant is a maid of the coat bureau."

"Huayi Bureau?" Shen Xiyao's voice was filled with suspicion: "How can the lower palace people be here?"

"The slave servant..." My lips were shaking: "The slave servant heard that there are Baimei here, so I'm very curious... also ask the emperor to forgive me." I repeatedly kowtow, and my forehead touches the snow. I don't feel any pain, only the chill seeps. Into the bones.

"Huh?" Shen Xiyao ignored me, his footsteps stopped not far away, and I heard his dreamlike babble: "What is this?"

I raised my head slightly. He was stopping by the pavilion. Because there was no one by his side, his whole body was covered with snowflakes. In this heavy snow, there was an indescribable depression. And the body that was much thinner than I remembered was also in the gray and white sky, like a thin paper-cut, without the stability of the king, but only loneliness.

"Xueyao...no...Of course, Huazhongqi... Gao Jian. Outdated... Gone...,...begging for mercy."

"This is... a poem?" Shen Xiyao stood in the snow and studied for a long time, thinking that the heavy snow would cover most of the poem I wrote just now. Shen Xiyao seemed to be trying to distinguish, I can only kneel in the snow like this.

The cold invaded from my knees a little bit, and I was so numb that I was numb and lost feeling, all I knew was that my whole body was shaking involuntarily, my body was covered with snow, and my clothes that had been soaked were frozen. I can even see the frost on my eyelashes and feel that I have fallen into the ice hole and my body is gradually unable to move.

"Did you write this?" Shen Xiyao's voice sounded again, and I opened my mouth, my voice so hoarse that I was shocked.

"The emperor has a clear lesson, and the servants and maids don't recognize words."

"It's a pity, it should be a good poem." Shen Xiyao didn't look at me again, nor did he wake me up.

"You..." He was about to say something when a beautiful female voice came from the courtyard gate, which was full of anxiety, surprise and worry.

"My lord, why are you standing in the snow?"

I know the voice very well, and I don't need to look at it. It's Yi Zhaorong.

"Why is Zhaorong here?" Shen Xiyao's voice was softer: "It's so snowy, what are you doing out?"

"Last time the emperor praised the lotus porridge made by his concubine, he cooked it again today when he got fresh lotus, thinking about sending it to the emperor." Yi Zhaorong's voice was soft and glutinous like honey, gentle as a flower.

"Zhao Rong is interested." Although Shen Xiyao's voice is also gentle, I feel that his voice is like the sky of ice and snow, not very warm.

"The concubine went to the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, and happened to meet Manager Zhang, so she walked a few steps faster." Yi Zhaorong's smile was extremely beautiful, like a stream of spring water.

"Why doesn't the emperor hold an umbrella!" she said, covering the umbrella in her hand over Shen Xiyao's head, but she was exposed in the snow.

Shen Xiyao gently pulled her, and brought her to her side: "Zhaorong should also be careful not to catch a cold."

"This is?" Yi Zhaorong's eyes fell on me, and I quickly lowered my eyes.

"A court lady." Shen Xiyao's voice was a little tired.

"Hurry up." Yi Zhaorong said to me: "This is not the place where the palace ladies come." She has always been kind, and this time is no exception. However, she forgot that Shen Xiyao hadn't spoken yet. Maybe he won't mind this time, but who will know next time?