My name is Chang An, your name is Gu Li

It was the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, just two or three days after November, and it was already snowing heavily in Chang'an. In the morning, even though Gu Li held an umbrella and sent him to the door, after getting on the carriage, he reached out and patted his clothes, only then did he realize that he was covered with a lot of snowflakes.

"If the snow gets heavier, maybe we won't even have to go to the Imperial College." Chang An said as he patted the remaining snow off his clothes.

"In this case, the happy person will be Sanniang." Huaiqin sat aside, gently patting the snow off her body.

"On the contrary, Mother Gu will be the most unhappy one." Chang An glanced at Huaiqin and said.

"Why?" Huaiqin was a little puzzled.

"It's snowing heavily. How dare we take her out to play in the snow? What if she gets sick?" Chang An explained.

"Young Master, you misunderstood." Huaiqin was slightly stunned, then covered her mouth and smiled: "Huaiqin meant that you don't have to go to the Imperial College, you can stay at home with Sanniang."

"As long as the young master is with me, Sanniang will be very happy even if she sits in the house all day."

After hearing this, Chang An smiled and said nothing. Huaiqin continued, "I also heard from Zhen'er that when the young master was not at home, Sanniang often sat in a daze in her room, staring straight out the window. I guess she was missing the young master."

As Chang An listened to Huaiqin's story, he actually began to imagine this scene, and couldn't help but smile. Then he seemed to have thought of something, rummaged through the bookcase, took out a book, and opened a page.

At first, Huaiqin thought that her son was going to review his lessons, so she leaned over to take a look. Because it was winter and the sky outside was not yet completely bright, Huaiqin could only see a few words like "zhihuzheya" written on the pages that Chang'an had turned over. But Huaiqin felt something was wrong, so she leaned in and looked carefully for a while, and then she could see the words between the lines. The whole book was filled with two words: "Gu Li".

Chang An looked at it for a while, then put the book back into the bookcase. Huaiqin was also a little stunned to see Chang An's textbook in this state. She blinked her eyes and then said:

"It turns out that it's not just Sanniang who misses Young Master at home, Young Master also misses Sanniang when he's in class."

"I don't take my classes seriously at all."

"Don't talk nonsense, or I'll marry you off!" Chang An threatened fiercely.

"No, sir," Huaiqin said nervously, "Huaiqin doesn't know how to serve others."

Chang An couldn't help laughing when he saw her like this, and said, "I'm just teasing you."

"Young Master, you..." Huaiqin was a little angry, but the other party was her own young master, so she finally said, "I'll go back and tell Sanniang to teach the young master a lesson."

"I don't think Mother Gu will side with you." Chang An said with a cocky look on his face.

Just like that, the carriage arrived at the Imperial College. He stayed in the Imperial College from the morning till noon, and there were many more "Gu Li" on his books. As usual, after finishing the half-day study, Chang An quickly stuffed the books into the bookcase and walked out of the Imperial College.

Regardless of the heavy snow above his head, as soon as he left the Imperial College, he took Huaiqin directly into the carriage and continued to travel from the Imperial College to Chang Mansion.

When Chang An got off the carriage and returned to the gate of Chang's house, he saw Gu Li holding an umbrella at the gate. But when Chang An saw Gu Li, he felt a little strange and his mood was a little depressed.

He hurriedly walked forward, took Gu Li's hand and asked, "Mother Gu, what's wrong? Did you encounter anything unhappy?"

Gu Li slowly raised his head at this time, looked at Chang An, and said sadly: "Chang Lang, when I just came out, I saw that the two snowmen you made collapsed..."

"Ah?" Chang An was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, smiled and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll make you two new ones later, okay?"

"Really?" Gu Li's eyes lit up at this moment.

"When has your Chang Lang ever lied to you?" Chang An smacked Gu Li on the face.

After getting Chang An's verbal and physical promises, Gu Li smiled with satisfaction and said sweetly: "My Chang Lang has never lied to me."

Then she put the umbrella in her hand into Chang An's hand, and took out a handkerchief from her bosom to wipe the snow off Chang An's body. While wiping, she muttered, "Today's snow is so heavy that even the little snowman Chang Lang made for me was crushed."

"It's quite big..." Chang An led Gu Li towards his own courtyard. After thinking for a while, he suggested, "Do you want to use the snow to make tea later?"

"Do you want to make snow tea? Sure." Gu Li wiped the snow off Chang An and asked, "Why does Chang Lang suddenly want to make snow tea?"

Chang An looked at Gu Li and said directly: "Because of this nasty heavy snow, our precious Gu Niang's favorite little snowman collapsed. We will boil the snow into tea and drink it to avenge our hatred."

As if she was amused by Chang An's words, Gu Li laughed out loud, and the bad mood caused by the snowman being crushed also disappeared with the laughter. After the snow on Chang An was wiped off, Gu Li shook the handkerchief and then took it in his hand. Chang An, who was beside her, looked at this silly person at this time and couldn't help laughing.

When Gu Li heard Chang An's laughter, he raised his head, looked at Chang An with his curious eyes, and asked in a cute way, "Chang Lang, what are you laughing at?"

"You're laughing at my mother Gu. My mother Gu is so stupid that she even forgot to wipe the snow off her body." As he said that, Chang An let go of Gu Li's hand, then raised it to brush the snow off her shoulders.

"Oh, I didn't notice that." Gu Li then realized that there was some snow on his body.

Soon, the two returned to the courtyard, and Chang An turned his attention to the corner where the snowman was previously built. Just as Gu Li said, the snowman that was supposed to be placed there had been blown down by the wind and snow, leaving only half of the snowball in place, and even the original shape could not be seen. No wonder Gu Li was so sad.

After entering the room, Chang An closed the door and threw the bookcase aside. Then, Gu Li pulled her to the charcoal basin and pushed her to sit down. She went to the clothes rack and took off her cloak and cotton jacket. Then she sat back next to Chang An and warmed her hands together.

The two of them sat in the house for a while, and Huaiqin and Zhen'er brought the servants in to bring the food in. Because it snowed heavily today, the servants were very considerate and arranged a hot pot, and the dishes were similar to the previous ones, plus some rice.

Chang An then said, "Go prepare the teapot and the red stove. Gu Niang and I are going to boil snow."

The leading servant replied, "Yes, sir."

Chang An nodded and let them leave.

After lunch, Huaiqin and Zhen'er cleaned up the dishes and asked the servants to take them away. They followed the servants to the kitchen and brought back the medicine, teapot and red stove.

Zhen'er handed the medicine to Gu Li first, and Huaiqin took the tray in her hand. Chang'an looked at the things in the tray. In addition to the tea bowl, teapot and stove, there was also a small can of tea leaves. He raised his eyebrows, pointed at the tea leaves and asked:

"Where does this tea come from?"

Huaiqin replied, "This is what A-Lang gave to you. I just ran into A-Lang and asked him about it. Then he gave it to you."

Chang An nodded in understanding, probably because he heard that he was going to take Gu Niang to cook snow, his father generously threw him a handful of tea leaves. He didn't think much about it and took the tea leaves.

Gu Li quickly finished the medicine in his hand. Zhen'er took the medicine bowl back and went out directly with Huaiqin.

After the two of them left, Chang An looked at the stove in front of him. It was indeed a red clay stove, and the fire was already lit. Gu Li, who was sitting opposite, took the tea leaves, opened it and smelled it, then gently picked up some with a clip, looked at it against the light, and then said with some surprise:

"Chang Lang, this is fairy tea!"

"Xian Ming?" Chang An glanced at the tea leaves in Gu Li's hand, "I didn't expect my father would be willing to give it away."

Gu Li smiled and put the tea leaves back into the pot. Then Chang An took the teapot outside, found a clean piece of snow, and shoveled some snow into the teapot. The snow shoveled into the pot was much higher than the mouth of the pot.

After returning to the house, Chang An threw the teapot on the stove, simply adjusted the fire in the stove, and let it burn.

"Mrs. Gu."

"Hey."

"Have you ever drunk tea made from snow before?" Chang An asked.

"I've drunk it once or twice, but those female friends took me to drink it. I've never made it myself." Gu Li took the basket of embroidery silk and wanted to do some embroidery while the tea was brewing.

"Then take advantage of this snowy time and take you, Mother Gu, out for a drink a few times?" Chang An said, half leaning over the table.

"Okay." Gu Li raised his head and smiled at Chang An.

"I heard that those literati like to recite poems and compose couplets when drinking snow tea," Chang An thought for a moment and said cunningly, "I have written so many poetry collections for you, Gu Niang. How about you write a poem for Chang Lang, too?"

"I can't write poetry, and I don't want to learn to write poetry." Gu Li pouted, then looked at Chang An and smiled, "I still like to read Chang Lang's poems. It's good enough that I can read poetry."

"If I can't read poetry, then no one will read Chang Lang's poems."

Chang An smiled and continued to lie back on the table, watching the snow in the teapot melt bit by bit. When the snow had all melted into water, Chang An picked up some tea leaves and put them in two tea bowls. Then he covered the lid of the teapot and continued to lie on the table bored, watching the white steam slowly rising from the mouth of the teapot.

Gu Li also found that Chang An was a little bored at this time, so he put down the embroidery needle and thread in his hand, came directly to his side, and said: "Chang Lang, I'm a little bored."

Chang An resumed his sitting position at this time, hugged Gu Li into his arms, and asked lovingly: "What does Gu Niang want to do? Do you want to be Su Daji and harm Chang Lang again?"

"Hmm... I'm tired of this."

"Then what do you want to play?"

Gu Li sat in Chang An's arms, thought for a moment, and suggested: "Then let's go with Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai."

"Okay...I'll listen to what Madam Gu says."

So, the two of them started to act out the scene. After a while, Chang An heard the lid of the teapot shaking. He looked up and saw that there was a lot of smoke coming out of the teapot, so he took one hand out, took the pot and poured some of the boiled snow water into the tea bowl.

After boiling the hot water in the bowl for a few times, Chang An poured the water for washing tea into the basin beside him. Then he poured all the remaining water in the teapot into the tea bowl, not more, not less, just enough for two bowls.

At this time, Gu Li also consciously moved out of Chang An's arms, allowing Chang An to go out and fill a new pot of snow.

When Chang An came back and just put the teapot on the stove, he saw Gu Li holding one of the tea bowls in both hands and approaching him.

"Your Majesty, please have some tea."

Chang An raised his eyebrows and sat down directly. He took the tea bowl with one hand and held Gu Li with the other hand, letting her snuggle into his arms.

"Little devil, you are really getting better and better at seducing people."

"No way, Chang Lang, don't talk nonsense..."