Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

Before the heavy snow comes, this road is difficult to walk, and when the snowstorm comes, this road will be even more difficult to walk.

After walking back and forth for half a month, I was still able to walk as long as I could, and then I returned to the capital.

The temperature in the capital city is warmer than that in the frontier fortress, but it is still white everywhere, and the wheels make ruts on the snow. Occasionally, one or two children in thick clothes sit outside the door and look at the carriage curiously.

Muci had already taken off his armor early on, and was wearing a blue jacket and a white sable fur cape. He didn't feel the cold at all, and he couldn't feel it anymore.

The carriage drove all the way into the palace, and some officials sitting in the carriage stuck their heads out. After realizing the people sitting in the carriage, they retracted their necks, for fear that they would be stared at.

The reputation of the original owner is really not good in this capital.

The emperor had already been waiting for her in the imperial study room. When he entered, he saluted first. Looking at the emperor sitting upright in front of the desk, Mu Ciwan thoughtfully.

The old emperor was in power for a short time, but he was also old. His hair at the temples was already gray, and the years had carved wrinkles on his face, which made him less majestic and more kind.

But at this moment, he was frowning and looking at his daughter who was standing in the middle of the study, she was still dressed in the same dress, she didn't look like a princess.

But he happened to like her temperament.

When he was young and frivolous, he once thought about walking the world with his sword, but in the palace, the most unpredictable thing is the human heart. If he wants to live, he has to count, otherwise even if he is an idle prince, he will always be accused of crimes. .

Fighting and fighting for decades, people are old, and their previous wishes have been wiped out, and only when they see this little daughter, they will suddenly feel the youth and frivolity of the past.

So even at this time, he just sighed, waved his hand, and signaled Mu Ciwan to find a chair and sit down.

"How does it feel to go to the frontier this time?"

He had kind eyes, deliberately restrained the emperor's indifference, and only wanted to ask as a father.

It's just that Mu Ciwan's answer was unexpected.

"The soldiers fought bloody battles, and the people rushed to donate. The military camps were short of supplies, and many people died of freezing in Mobei. Only the people donated food and clothing for peace."

As Mu Ciwan spoke word by word, she observed the emperor's face, and saw that there was a moment of shame on his face, and then it turned into anger.

"Mu Ciwan, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I'm speaking the truth."

Mu Ciwan was not afraid of the emperor's gaze at all. From the original owner's memory, she roughly figured out the emperor's nature, not bad, but not capable of governing the country.

Even if you want to manage this country well, you still have more than enough energy.

"I sent people to deliver food, grass and food."

Mu Ciwan's gaze was particularly oppressive. For a moment, the emperor felt that he saw the late emperor, the father who had worked hard to rule for half his life but died of hatred because of his sons killing each other.

He breathed violently, his eyes fell on Mu Ciwan's body, trying to oppress her with momentum, but Mu Ciwan was not afraid at all.

She looked at the emperor, and suddenly chuckled on her serious face, "Father, would you like to make a bet with my son?"

"What do you want to bet?" The emperor looked at the daughter in front of him, and suddenly realized that he seemed unable to see through her, and said in a deep voice.

"If my son remembers correctly, the wintersweet in the imperial garden should be in bloom. Father, can you go to admire the plum blossoms?"

Not knowing what Mu Ciwan was planning, the emperor thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

"I haven't said what is this bet?"

"The son of the Rongguo Mansion said that Mingyuan's heart is too bad. The Rongguo Mansion forcibly suppressed the incident of casualties caused by the failure of the last battle. How about letting Yan Mingyuan return to the court as the bet for this bet?"

Mu Ciwan lowered his eyes, saying the bet that should be placed in this bet with reason.

The emperor looked at her like this, and thought about how special Mu Ciwan was to Yan Mingyuan, and suddenly laughed a few times, "You have your own selfish intentions."

Of course there are, but I'm afraid it's not the selfishness that the emperor had in mind.

Mu Ciwan thought to himself.

The main color of the palace is red, and all the herbs in the imperial garden are withered, leaving only wintersweet blooming alone. Across an aisle, you can already smell the cool fragrance of wintersweet.

The snow is piled up, and the plum blossoms protrude from the snow-covered branches, slowly blooming, especially the red and yellow plum blossoms, which are set against the snow scene, adding a sense of loneliness.

The maid had already cleared the snow off the stone bench and laid a cushion on it. Mu Ciwan looked at it and said nothing, but pointed to the yellow cloak on the emperor's body and said, "Father, this one is still the same." Please take it off."

The emperor raised his eyebrows, but he still sat down according to her words, "What is Yongning trying to do?"

Yongning is Mu Ciwan's title.

Mu Ciwan smiled and said, "Compare, in this snowy scene, can the father survive for an hour without wearing a cloak and a heater."

"Okay, I'll try."

The personal eunuch beside him hesitated to speak, but was stopped by the emperor.

Mu Ciwan also took off his cloak and handed it to the maid at the side, and sat on the stone bench with the emperor.

Even with this layer of cushions, the cold air still swept in, but after a stick of incense, the emperor sneezed. Disturbed by the snow.

Snowflakes began to fall gradually from the sky, the cold wind was cold, and the petals of the wintersweet in full bloom were lifted, and the snowflakes on the branches fell to the ground weakly, blending with the whiteness on the ground.

I don't know who leaked the news, the empress and concubines rushed here one after another, crying and begging the emperor to take care of himself.

Mu Ciwan's right index finger bent slightly, and he touched it on the table, making a crisp sound, like hitting on ice.

She smiled politely at the concubines, then stood up, folded a red plum and put it on the table.

"Father, the plum blossoms are blooming well."

"En." The emperor took a look, nodded and said, his eyes fell on several concubines, "I have my own judgment on this matter, you go on."

"Or, how many ladies also want to enjoy the plum together?"

After the emperor had finished speaking, Mu Ciwan suddenly said, his playful eyes rolled over several people, and finally retracted his eyes and gave a slight smile.