just like a good scene

Changsun Wangqing slightly curled her lips, and caressed the glazed strings with her ten fingers. Immediately afterwards, bursts of crisp and melodious melodies came, and what she played was a song of neon clothes and feather clothes that was very suitable for the occasion.

Qing Sheng Jin danced to the sound.

Under the swaying plum blossom tree, there are two figures, Qingsheng brocade in a neon dress and skirt, light and elegant, three thousand black silk like ink dyed, ethereal like fairy, under the fluttering snowflakes, like an elf walking out of a secret place in the snow.

And the eldest grandson Wangqing, who was dressed in snow-white fox fur as a man, sat with his legs crossed, with the tips of his hair rolled up, and plucked the strings with his fingers freely, sending out bursts of poignant but tender melodies.

Under the gray sky, on the snow-white ground, a graceful woman dancing, sometimes raising her wrists and lowering her eyebrows, sometimes stretching her sleeves, her hands are clasped together from time to time, her steps are light and her movements are as smooth as a pen walking a dragon, There is no gap to connect with the melody played by the woman playing the piano.

The sound of the zither was crisp and contending, resounding in the ears, and the water sleeves in the hands of the woman dancing under the snowflakes were like clouds and flowing water, turning, shaking, opening, closing, twisting, and making different movements respectively.

After about half a stick of incense, the dance is over.

Changsun Wangqing stopped the strings with ten fingers, and suddenly rushed to Qing Sheng Jin whose hair was covered with snowflakes, and hugged Qing Sheng Jin tightly in her arms.

"I don't want to leave because of my husband..." Changsun Wangqing's tone was full of reluctance and grievance.

Qing Shengjin suddenly felt that Changsun Wangqing's appearance was a little funny, but he smiled and pretended to be mocking: "Why? It was you who wanted to go to Linzhou alone, and now you are the one who doesn't want to go. How can your majesty be so kind? Change?"

Changsun Wangqing naturally heard Qing Shengjin's ridicule, curled her mouth, snorted softly, pinched Qing Shengjin's nose, and said viciously, "I'll think about how to deal with you when my husband comes back from the expedition!"

Qing Shengjin shrugged nonchalantly, and after a while, he suddenly raised his hand to flick the snowflakes on Changsun Wangqing's hair.

"I—wait for your return."

Changsun Wangqing's heart stopped beating suddenly, and a word was engraved in his heart.

Grandson Wangqing: "Wait for me to come back—"

After that, the sun rose slowly in the east of the sky again, and the snow stopped.

Maybe it's because God also favored the march of [-] people?

On this day, it was rare for Qing Shengjin to wake up earlier than Changsun Wangqing.

She was standing in the bedroom of Qianning Palace arranging the battle robe of the eldest grandson Wangqing that Xiao Lizi sent yesterday.

The shirt is made of sterling silver, shining brightly under the sunlight that has just risen, and in the perception of Qing Shengjin, this shirt is very heavy and very harsh.

She continued to lower her eyes to help her eldest grandson Wangqing arrange the clothes to be worn under the battle robe.

Suddenly there was a sound of light footsteps behind him, one hand leisurely wrapped around Qing Shengjin's waist, and a soft hot air hit Qing Shengjin's neck.

With a smile on the corner of Qing Shengjin's mouth, he turned around following his grandson Wangqing's embrace, "Wake up."

"Hmm..." Changsun Wangqing's voice was a little hoarse, obviously still in a state of dazed sleep.

It was rare for Qing Shengjin to see her like this, with a smile on his face, he boldly and ambiguously tugged on the reddish face of his eldest grandson Wangqing.

Changsun Wangqing was woken up by this small pain, her hands around Qing Shengjin tightened even more, and she hummed softly, "Naughty."

But she likes it.

Qing Shengjin didn't pay any attention to her, but took the underwear and put it on the screen, his eyes flickered, and he said to his grandson Wangqing, "Hurry up and wash up, we are about to leave..."

Changsun Wangqing shuddered, sighed, and nodded obediently.

This time, neither of the two spoke in tacit agreement, and a series of actions were completed while staring at each other.

After Changsun Wangqing put on the inner coat and soft armor, Qing Shengjin suddenly took the armor and put it on for her.

"When you arrive in Linzhou, be careful. Don't take off this battle armor if you can." Qing Shengjin whispered.

Changsun Wangqing could hear strong worry and reluctance in her tone.