Her delicate body moved slightly, and Shu Bi moved her legs lazily, and said indifferently: "You can make the decision on these small matters. Please step back, I want to rest for a while."

"Yes," Zi Wen responded and retreated.

The bedroom finally returned to silence. Shu Bi stretched her legs, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

As if dreaming and waking up, I heard the faint sound of the piano, and I could tell it was actually a song called "Plum Blossoms". The nature of plums is noble and pure. Does the person who plays the piano use plum blossoms to describe himself? The deep palace is treacherous, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Unexpectedly, there is something unexpected.

People with the character of a common man either claim to be noble or pretend to be noble, but they are really stupid.

"Zi Wen, who is playing the piano?"

"Go back to the master, I heard the sound of the piano coming from Furong Palace, and I guess the person playing the piano is Concubine Li."

It turns out to be her, no wonder, no wonder!

Shu Bin's beautiful face did not distinguish between happiness and anger. She lay down on her side and slept, with only a hint of sadness between her brows.

In the evening, the emperor came despite the snow. His black crane cloak shook the snowflakes all over the ground and brought a cool air into the palace. Concubine Shu pouted her red lips, her face was as charming as spring, "The emperor hates it. He screams when he comes."

My concubine's bedroom is a little cold, so you have to compensate me."

Chong Mo smiled and took her into his arms, and scraped her delicate cheek with his fingertips, "It's my fault. I'll stay with you tonight. It's great."

Shu Bin raised her pretty cheeks and looked back at him. Under her fluttering eyelashes, a pair of starry eyes were blurred and wet, and she said angrily: "Your Majesty means what he says."

Chong Mo stretched out his hand and scratched her nose, "Little naughty."

The fragrance of orchid and musk filled the air, and the wine made with red plums was charming. The dinner was so fragrant that the attendant Zi Wen blushed with embarrassment and lowered his head, not daring to look around.

Almost as soon as he put down the dishes, Chong Mo picked up Shu Bin and entered the inner room.

Shannon's soft words, rubbing against each other's ears and temples, have a unique charm that is hard to describe.

More than an hour later, Chong Mo came out of the inner room with his whole body straight and said: "Man Sheng, go to Chongde Hall to get the remaining folds. I will rest at Concubine Shu tonight."

Outside the door, Man Sheng answered and went about his business quickly.

The candlelight melted, illuminating the majestic figure of Chongmo. A pair of purple eyes stared intently at the memorial in his hand, and the cinnabar pen flew, judging one line after another of the sacred meaning.

In a blink of an eye, it was already Haishi. Zhongmo suddenly stopped writing and turned his head to look out the window. He saw a vast expanse of white snow. He stood up suddenly and said, "I'm going for a walk, no need to follow me."

Man Sheng's unspoken words of advice were blocked, and he did not dare to give any more advice, so he could only stand at the gate of the palace and watch the emperor in ordinary clothes walk into the vast snow with an umbrella.

In the dormitory, Concubine Shu came out of the inner room, with her hair spread like clouds of green silk and a jade-like crown. There was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, like a bright spring light in March, infinitely warm.

No one knew where Chong Mo had gone. Half an hour later, he turned back. With a cold air all over his body, Man Sheng stepped forward and took the silk umbrella from his hand. It was so heavy that he flicked his wrist and realized that there was actually accumulated on the silk umbrella.

A thick layer of snowflakes.

The emperor must have been standing quietly in the snow for half an hour before thinking this way. Suddenly he felt a cold gaze on him. He broke out in a cold sweat and said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, I don't know anything."

Only then did Chong Mo enter the palace.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Man Sheng's back, and he took a deep breath, vaguely feeling that the emperor must have done something very secret.
Chapter completed!