The pillow quilt is warmer than velvet.

The red clouds and crimson colors come late to harvest.

The lingering waves are still lingering, and the feng shui clear jade snow peach face is dripping with color, and the smoke is looking at him with a charming look.

The ends of Hyun Chen's eyes were also flushed, satisfied and coquettish, and he leaned down again and kissed her lips lovingly.

He has been tender for a long time, he is sincere and sincere, and his voice is extremely soft: "Xiao Qing, we have arrived in the new year again."

"Well, we will be together every year from now on." Feng Shui's clear blue eyes filled with tears.

This is the second New Year's Eve they have spent together. Although in previous years when the devil was sleeping, she would stay with him on New Year's Eve. But he did not respond, which really made her feel that she could only see people but could not

Touch the heart.

The first year they spent together was when they had just returned from fighting against the barbarians in the northwest. The demon king was seriously injured and had not recovered. He was deeply controlled by Yuan Ying and learned that he was about to die.

At that time, they were making dumplings and enjoying the fireworks. He also gave her the Qing Xi Huan You ring that his mother cherished during her lifetime.

That year, they communicated with each other.

She was attracted to him.

During this New Year's Eve, they had just returned from Xunjiang City. The Demon King was seriously injured again, but he and she overcame many difficulties and dangers hand in hand, and their hearts were united.

At this time, they cuddled up to each other, their eyes blended, and they felt each other's pure love.

This year, they fell in love with each other deeply.

Go in both directions and work together.

As long as they were together, she felt at ease and fearless.

With his bright eyes, Hyun Chen straightened the little girl's slightly messy hair and kissed her between the eyebrows.

"Well, every year after that, you are by my side and I am by your side."

Chinese New Year's Day is just an ordinary day for Xuanchen Mandrill.

In the past New Year's Eve, he would be forced to attend the palace's New Year's Eve banquet. Apart from exchanging a few words with his third brother, he would sit alone at the table and drink wine. He would ignore the various looks from others, either respectful or timid.

There was a grand feast, people were singing and dancing, and there was a lot of people coming and going.

It has nothing to do with him.

It's as if he only belongs to the boundless darkness, unable to touch the light or the edge.

Until she appeared in my life.

Three lives as a human being are long and lonely.

He originally thought that he would fall into the abyss alone and die quietly.

But the little girl with teeth like shells and holding snow in her hands lit up his dark heart and melted the extremely cold ice.

He actually began to have expectations and longing for the future...

Just like the New Year's Day, it is unusual for him.

He can make dumplings with his little girl, watch fireworks, watch the snow scene, and build snowmen...

Do all the good things.

She can also gather with her family, laugh and be reunited.

These things were once out of reach.

It was his little girl who brought all this to him.

The only thing he wanted was to protect her for the rest of his life.

She is beside her, beside her.

The fresh wind is clear and the cold moon is bright.

Starlight gleams across the branches, winter snow heralds auspicious years.

In this way, they looked at each other, gazing for a long time, as if time had stood still, with only the deepest affection remaining.

His eyes were bright and the corners of his lips were rippled.

"Xiaoqing, happy new year, I love you."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she smiled sweetly.

"Azhi, happy new year, I love you too."

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Shuiqing and Xuanchen Mandrill finished their breakfast and went into the palace to pay their respects to the emperor.

The rising sun in winter is warm and bright, coating the eaves of the palace with a light layer of gold, adding to its magnificence and brilliance.

The snow on the ground in the palace was swept away by the palace attendants, revealing neat bluestone tiles.

Feng Shuiqing and Hyunchen Mandrill walked side by side hand in hand, sometimes smiling at each other.

When they saw the palace maids and eunuchs who were walking in the corridor, they all bowed respectfully and smiled on their faces.

In such a huge palace, no one knows that this is the famous King Qinglin.

, with his beloved princess.

They are a pair of people who are as loving as mandarin ducks.

The emperor's palace.

Qinan incense cage surrounds the entire palace, which is fresh and elegant, making people feel refreshed and peaceful.

Emperor Xunrui, wearing a single velvet robe, was sitting in front of the desk and concentrating on reviewing the memorial.

Feng Shuiqing and Chen Chenzhi walked into the house and wanted to kneel down to salute. Xun Rui put down her brush and said lovingly: "You don't have to be polite. Shuiqing is a month old girl. You must not hurt your body by kneeling around. Chen Zhu, hurry up."

Help her sit down."

"Thank you, Father." Feng Shui Qingmei smiled and responded politely.

Xun Rui rubbed her swollen temples and glanced at the eunuch in charge. Her father-in-law then left the palace with the incense burner and the other palace attendants.

Feng Shuiqing noticed this tiny detail, thinking that the emperor must have done this because he was worried that she was pregnant and was afraid that the fragrance of Qinan would smell to her.

After seeing each other for several months, the old man in front of me seemed much older. His hair was full of buns, and his black hair was hard to find. His eyes were lined with wrinkles and ravines.

Only a pair of strong eyes shone with starlight, without any turbidity.

Feng Shui was moved, and couldn't help but recall that the last time they met, she said disrespectful words to the emperor because she didn't know the full story. The emperor must be very sad, and she shouldn't be so impulsive.

Thinking about this, Feng Shuiqing felt regretful and said guiltily: "Father, I was disrespectful to you in the Golden Dragon Palace earlier. I apologize to you."

"Hahaha..." Xun Rui smiled heartily and stroked his finely trimmed beard, "What is Shuiqing girl talking about? Why don't I remember?"

"Father, thank you for protecting your sons and the Feng family." Feng Shui Qing's eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, the back of her hand was covered with warmth, and it was the devil's big palm that wrapped her small hand.

Yuan Chenzhao wiped away her tears and comforted her: "Good boy, don't cry. It's because I was a bad husband. I didn't tell you the truth in time. Everything is over. If you are sad, my father will be sad too."

"

"Well, okay."

Seeing the two of them loving each other, Xun Rui felt deeply relieved. She nodded with a smile and couldn't help but joke: "Hahaha... It seems that the rumors are true! I heard that Chen Mandrill is only gentle to Shui Qing. It turns out that

It’s true! This is the first time I’ve seen Chen Mandrill with such tenderness! Hahaha…”

"Thank you, Father... for the compliment." Hyunchen Mandrill's eyes sank and he was slightly embarrassed. Feng Shuiqing was amused by his uncomfortable look and burst into laughter.

The three chatted for a long time, and Xun Rui's voice became serious and she handed him a memorial...br

Yuan Chen read ten lines at a glance. After reading through, his brows tightened, with anger hidden, "Changhe Prefecture is revolting, questioning the usurpation of imperial power, and is privately recruiting troops to attack the imperial city?"

"Well, Duan Boqi united with local officials to increase taxes to suppress the people. This move is expected. As long as the taxes return to normal, the matter may gradually subside." Xun Rui was slightly lost in thought, his eyes darkened, as if he was making up his mind.

.

"Father."

Seeing this, Hyunchen Mandrill felt ashamed. If they had to lure out Hyunchen Tai who was hiding in the dark, his father would not be put under house arrest by them, let alone bear the infamy.

In addition to the memorial in hand, on the way back to the imperial city from Xunjiang City, he also heard many rumors, saying that the emperor was old and fatuous and imposed tyranny.

But those scandalous things were not done by his father, but by Hyun Chentai and Duan Boqi working together to use power for personal gain.

Although Duan Boqi and his followers have all been killed, the people do not understand the whole story at all.

They only believe what they see with their own eyes and hear with their own ears, so how can they be asked to forget this unbearable memory.

Just as Hyun Chen was thinking about it, Hyun Chen Yu's smooth voice sounded from far to near...

"My sons, please see your father."

Xun Rui removed her worried look and smiled gently, "Get up, Chen Yu."

"Thank you, Father."

Xuanchenyu walked up to Xuancheng Mandrill, glanced at the things in his hands, and said with a warm smile: "The ninth brother and his sister came so early, but the third brother came late."
To be continued...