Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

Looking at me unpleasantly, he was more happy, and his eyes were bent: "Okay."

After saying this word, he really took my hand and walked in the snow himself, letting me walk on the stone road.

I do n’t know what it ’s interesting for him to do this, but he really did. The heavy boots stepped into the thick snowdrifts, making a creaking sound, as if stepping out in the quiet palace wall. Music. He was getting more and more interested, even stepping on the rhythm.

I frowned slightly at him.

Pei Yuanzhang in the memory, maybe Pei Yuanzhang in the eyes of everyone, is the true dragon emperor who speaks in the court hall, is the unscrupulous Supreme Master of the Central Plains, he has always been high above him, acting thundering, and even carrying some Yin Ruthless, he didn't see many people like this.

Maybe in the past, he had had a carefree day, and he could laugh with no worries, but I had never seen it before. When I met him, he was already Pei Yuanzhang, and I was already Yue Qingying.

It wasn't me who was with him during those years.

Thinking of this, I lowered my eyelid slightly and continued to walk my stone road, but at this time I felt his fingertips pinched by him, turned his head, and saw the corners of his eyes looked at me with a smile: "I really don't come Accompany me? "

"cold."

"Isn't it? Is there any more?"

My eyelids were too lazy to lift up, and simply stopped talking.

But the next moment, he felt a sink in his hands and was dragged by him.

I was caught off guard, and when I stepped into the snowdrift, I was immediately frozen. Although I was n’t thin, I used to go to Chang Qing ’s room to accompany her to drink medicine and talk, and I did n’t wrap it in layers like Pei Yuanzhang. I only stepped on a pair of ordinary boots. Broken snow was poured into the snow, and the skirt under the robe was dragged on the snow. The skirt was covered with snow foam for a while, making me embarrassed.

Immediately I wanted to scold, but when I looked up, I met his eyes that smiled, and didn't speak, and pulled me to run on the snow.

His hands were still trapped in his palms, and he couldn't break free. He could only run forward with a deep, shallow foot. He was embarrassed, leaving a row of chaotic marks on the snow, almost like Two people fought past all the way.

But I couldn't fight with him, didn't quarrel, and didn't even get angry accusations, but when I was pulled to the side of the long pavilion, holding on to the red pillar and panting, I couldn't speak.

He smiled and looked at me cheerfully: "Are you still cold?"

"..." I just panted and didn't speak.

He didn't feel indifferent at all, still smiling, stepped into the long pavilion, then turned back and extended his hands to me: "Come."

I looked around. I didn't know if he had greeted him before, or if the father-in-law and his followers were too wink. No one was visible in the Royal Garden, only the man in front of him and his outstretched hand. I can't avoid it, but I really don't need to avoid it at this time. I breathe evenly before I stretch out a hand and hold him.

He looked at my other hand.

I didn't say anything, I just reached up and pulled up my robe, and I stepped into it with some difficulty.

As soon as he lifted his feet, he revealed the small boots covered with mud and snow, and the skirt corners covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, hanging down heavily. He raised an eyebrow.

Snow was very light, but it was very heavy when it was covered with two feet and wrapped in a thick skirt. I saw that my feet were a bit difficult to lift. He didn't speak, but his other hand was also stretched out. He hugged my waist and arms, and only held it hard, I was hugged by him.

Suddenly I was stunned, struggling and refusing: "Emperor, don't do this!"

He didn't speak, and took me out of the kiosk in the same manner as a child.

I have never been held like this since my memory, my face suddenly turned red, and my hands continued to push his shoulders to let him drop me down, but he just held me and raised his head: "Don't mess around."

"..." I blushed.

"I didn't hug you."

It's not like I didn't hug it, but this looks like--

I hurriedly turned around and looked around, for fear of being seen, and Yu Garden was really alone, as if everyone had made an appointment, and even the long followers who used to follow him far behind were not behind Appeared, I was hugged high by him, looking down to see the corner of his mouth with a smile, as if seeing through my mind, he said gently: "No one."

After that, hug me and walk forward.

Moving forward, there was the terrace that he had ordered to rise overnight.

Whether or not anyone saw it, it still made me feel embarrassed. I made my neck red, and lowered my voice, "Okay, Weichen has come, emperor, let go of Weichen."

"..."

"You let go!"

He smiled and looked up. "That's fine."

"..."

I was stung for a while, and my face was flushed with fever, but he refused to let go at all. He couldn't let it go. I could only bury my head hard, for fear that someone far away saw it. Not long, he took me three steps and went to the terrace.

I used to come here with Chang Qing to see the snow. Although the scenery is good, coming to such a ventilated terrace in such cold weather is just like masochism. But as soon as I walked up, I saw a stove on the terrace, the table was warmed with wine, and a jade bottle was placed with a delicate plum blossom in the bottle.

These sudden emergence made me hold back.

Then I realized why I just didn't see Jade Father and his followers around him.

Ever since I left Chang Qing's house, has he planned to take me over? ——I was still a little fuzzy in my head. He had been embraced and walked to the stove. Then he gently put me down and sat on the bench.

My face was red enough to burn, and I hurriedly backed away, but he held his hand again, and said softly, "Lift up your feet, warm them."

"..."

I looked up at him for a moment, silent, and carefully lifted the skirt to curl up my feet, just as the heat of the stove struck, the snow foam on the skirt and boots quickly melted, the cool snow water Infiltrated into it, it was stimulated by the fire again, and it was cold and hot that made me sting a little, and clenched my knees subconsciously.

At this moment, I felt that he sat down behind his back, stretched out his hand, and held me in my arms.

The back, which was originally empty, surrounded by cold air, fell into a warm chest.

This time, I didn't struggle.

In front of him was the warmth from the stove, and behind him was the body temperature from his broad chest. Perhaps no one could refuse such warmth, and no one could refuse the warmth given by such a man.

I looked at the orange flames faintly flashing in the stove.

He heard his low voice ringing against my ears: "Hey today, I'm glad."

"..."

"Qingying, you promised to take good care of you, and I am very happy."

"..."

"You are willing to stay, and I am very happy."

"……is it?"

"Well, I'm glad."

"..."

He repeated this sentence almost incoherently. I don't know why I felt that the warmth of the ironing before and after seemed to be hot at this moment. After a while, I turned my head to look at him.

He didn't look at me, but just rubbed his cheek against my still cold neck, ironed by his warm skin, I shuddered slightly, and goosebumps on my neck. And his eyes were fixed on the heater in front, reflected by the fire, and it seemed that those deep and cold eyes became warm.

The smile on his face was still faint, but maybe it was because he did n’t smile that often, his eyes were all warm, such a smile on his face, and even a little shocking, I was silent for a while, Turned.

He still hugs me and doesn't move.

Time seemed to be slow, and it almost stopped on this terrace. I didn't know how long it was. When I looked up and looked up, I realized that it started to snow again.

The Royal Garden was so quiet that I could only hear the sound of falling snow falling in my ears, but it was vague, entangled by his breath, and the cold hands and feet finally warmed up, warm The jug exudes a strong and intoxicating scent, with the cool fragrance of plum blossoms, lingering on this terrace for a long time.

He still didn't mean to let go, holding my hand was not too hard, it just made people unable to break free.

"Green baby."

In a quiet environment, he spoke, but this time, his voice was no longer full of smiles. I seemed to feel something, a low "um" sound.

He was silent for a while, and then said, "Don't lie to me anymore."

"..."

My breath suddenly choked.

"I don't miss you."