Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

After the kiss, he wrapped his hands tightly around her, showing no intention of letting go.

It's very different from his usual appearance.

I sat by the bed for a long time, until the snow outside stopped and covered the ground with a thick layer of silver-white.

It was almost dawn when he got up and left.

Although he went to bed late, Yan He slept much more soundly at night, especially when he met You Su, the feeling of pressure on his body was relieved a lot.

He didn't fall asleep originally, but the massage was so comfortable for him that he pretended it became true.

When I woke up, he was no longer by my side. I turned around and looked outside.

"Qiu Fu."

"Hey! Princess, I'm here."

When Qiu Fu heard the voice, she pushed the door open and came in hastily: "Princess, it's white outside. It's snowing heavily."

As he spoke, there were waves of damp and cold mist: "You should dress warmly today."

Yan He subconsciously looked outside, but the doors and windows were closed and he could not see anything.

As for clothes, it doesn't matter how cold it is, she usually wears a lot.

Finished washing.

Yan He held his cloak tightly together and secretly hid a hand warmer inside. Standing behind the door, he could already feel a slight chill from the gap.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still couldn't help shivering when the biting cold wind blew in my face.

But the scenery in the courtyard is so beautiful that you won’t want to miss it.

It snowed heavily last night, covering the plum blossoms that were in full bloom.

The branches are tall and stand alone in the cold wind.

The white snow dotted with various colors has a unique flavor.

This was the first snow Yan He saw when he came to this world.

Human eyes are the best at capturing beauty; no other tool can adequately depict it.

In the modern dimension, she always felt that the scenery recorded with a camera was far inferior to what she saw in real life.

What’s more, there were no mobile phones in ancient times.

He raised his head and looked around, then his sight slowly moved down to the middle of the yard.

"It's so early in the morning, the snow hasn't stopped, the wind is strong, and the weather is very cold. Why are you still sweeping the snow?"

Yan He held the hand warmer tightly in his hand and stepped out.

The path in the middle of the yard had been cleared clean, with thick white snow swept to both sides.

Just enough space to leave a path open.

Qiu Fu followed behind and saw it early. She also felt a little strange: "When I woke up, the house had already been cleaned. I don't know which servant it was, but he was quite diligent."

"..."

Yan He paused, turned his head and blinked, looked at the little girl for a moment, and turned back.

Nothing more was said.

She thought it was Qiu Fu who asked someone else to sweep it. Since she didn't know about it, there must be no one else.

For fear of disturbing her rest, the servants in the mansion did not dare to enter her yard without permission.

Qiu Fu didn't think too much about it. There were His Majesty's men in the mansion, so she just thought that they were there to handle it.

Yan He was afraid of the cold, so he stood in the snow for a while and then went back to the house alone in dejection.

He said he wanted to build a snowman, but in fact he couldn't even last a quarter of an hour.

But it would be too boring for her to do nothing.

Qiu Fu didn't say anything, but her eyes secretly criticized her for a long time.

Yan He patted her head amusedly: "You little girl, you are getting bolder and bolder."

"..."

Qiu Fu raised her eyebrows but did not refute. She continued to sit beside her and grind ink for her.

"Princess, are you cold?"

"not cold."

"If it's cold, I'll have someone add more fire to the stove."

Yan He looked up from the silk paper at the brazier, then lowered his head: "It's quite warm."

She was worried that her broken body wouldn't be able to handle any more.

"The princess's painting is really good, but who is this painting of?"

Qiu Fu's hands were busy and her eyes were not idle either, looking outside the yard from time to time.

From time to time, he would look at his princess's paintings.

As I was watching, a figure suddenly appeared under the plum tree. He was wearing a dark robe, with long ink-black hair falling down. He looked cold, aloof, and extraordinary.

Even though I couldn't see the face clearly, it seemed as if the handsome and beautiful face was right in front of me, and I was attracted to it unconsciously.

"..."

Qiu Fu felt something was wrong the more she looked at it. She raised her head from the painting and looked at the princess who rarely stepped out of the door. "Whose son is this?"

Done! ! !

She had no idea when their princess was seduced by that male fox outside.

Moreover, why does this figure always seem inexplicably familiar?

"Is he from Kyoto? Does Your Majesty know? When did the princess meet him? But is there such a handsome young man in Kyoto?"

As she asked more and more questions, Yan He couldn't help laughing and put the silk paper away carefully.

Then he replied softly: "I just drew it randomly, he is not a young man from Kyoto."

"..."

What I got was a look of extreme distrust.

Yan He stopped explaining.

He is definitely not a young master from any family. He is the person in power of Qingya Qi family, who is far away in Taizhou and yet right in front of us.

Nature is not comparable to others.

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Royal study room.

"This time, the Dongli envoys came to pay tribute, accompanied by the Dongli prince and the most favored little princess. Do you have an idea?"

Qi Yu was called into the palace by Emperor Wang early this morning, and he thought it was some big deal.

"I don't have any ideas?"

"Oh?"

Emperor Wang raised his chin, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "It is said that this little Princess Dongli is a rare beauty. Even monks can't help but be moved when they see her."

Qi Yu raised his eyes, his expression did not change at all, and asked: "Your Majesty likes it?"

"...Well, of course, is there anyone who doesn't like beautiful women?"

"Your Majesty, are you moved?"

"..."

He has never even seen her, so why would he be interested?

But could Wang Di say it? Of course not, he had to pretend to nod his head and said, "If I were ten years younger, I might really be moved."

"As long as Your Majesty wants, all the beauties in the world can be Your Majesty's."

"You do not want?"

"I don't want to."

"How could I not want to? Who wouldn't want to?"

Emperor Wang shook his head, as if it was for his own good: "My dear, there is no need to refuse. If you like, I can make the decision for you."

"Your Majesty, can you make the decision for me?"

"Of course it can."

Qi Yu took a sip of tea from the cup, seemingly not surprised at all why he was like this.

He sat there calmly, answering every question asked, without making any mistakes.

After hearing what he wanted to hear, he slowly raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, can you make the decision for me about any beauty in this world as long as I want it?"