The sky was slightly bright, and there was heavy snow falling outside the window. There was a crackling sound, like a branch breaking, and Ye Zhenzhen suddenly woke up.
Cui Weizhen had been too tired for a while, and now he was sleeping soundly. His handsome face was hidden behind the gauze curtain with bright light and shadow, softening the coldness and coldness, adding warmth and tenderness.
Secretly kissing Jun on the face, and taking a closer look, Wei Zhen did not wake up because of this. Ye Zhen Zhen nodded with satisfaction and tiptoed off the bed.
There was a warm charcoal fire in the house, but the cold wind that penetrated through the cracks in the window easily penetrated her thin clothes. Ye Zhenzhen shivered, and put the cloak hanging on the shelf on her body before opening the window and looking out.
It snowed heavily at night, and everything was white. Thick snow had piled up in the yard. The walls, eaves, and branches were all covered with snow from last night. The servants on duty got up early today.
After clearing the snow, the main road has been cleared to allow people to pass, but the snow on the trees was not cleared in time, and the branches were broken.
The sound Ye Zhenzhen heard just now came from here.
When she opened the window and looked outside, Yuxiu was instructing her mother-in-law to clean up the broken branches. Yuxiu noticed the movement here and quickly looked over: "Madam, did I wake you up? The mother-in-law who was keeping watch at night was not careful at night.
The plum tree has been crushed. Please turn around and ask Zhang San to transplant another one."
There are several plum trees planted in the yard, with branches of different shapes growing across the branches. The delicate red plum blossoms bloom alone in the cold, and are dotted on the withered brown branches little by little, as red as rouge. The strong wind last night
Snow, the carmine that fell all over the ground, condensed into inches of fragrant mud.
The crushed plum tree was planted by Li Yue after imitating Mingxi Garden in the capital. When Cui Weizhen, the invigilator of the exam, could not go out, Ye Zhenzhen once wrote a poem, "I missed the plum blossoms all night long, and suddenly I came to the window and suspected it was you."
The servants who served her all knew that she liked this plum tree, so Li Yue specially planted a plum tree of a similar variety. Now that the plum tree was crushed by the snow, the woman who was watching the night was frightened, fearing that she would be blamed by her.
It's just a plum tree.
Ye Zhenzhen did not blame the servants for this. She waved her hands and said: "It's not a big deal. The wind and snow fell suddenly last night and the branches were crushed. It's better than people being frozen. By the way, remember to prepare the kitchen.
Warm soup to warm up the women who are clearing the snow."
"Madam has always been kind-hearted. I know this and asked the kitchen to prepare it early."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded, looked at the snow piled next to her, her heart moved, and said: "Keep the snow next to it for now, Zhi Duan and Zhi Ming are taking a break today, and I just want to play with them building a snowman."
"Yes, this slave knows."
After standing by the window for a long time, her body was still a little cold. Ye Zhenzhen shivered, quickly closed the window, and went to stir the charcoal in the charcoal pot. When she turned around, she realized that Cui Weizhen had woken up at some point.
, was leaning on the bed and looking at her.
"When did you wake up?" Ye Zhenzhen took his clothes and walked over to ask him.
Cui Weizhen got out of bed, put on his clothes and said with a smile: "When someone kissed me secretly, I had already woken up."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Her face was slightly red, but she glared at her vigorously: "What! I can't even kiss you?"
Cui Weizhen looked over innocently: "I didn't mean that, why is Zhen'er so angry?"
Disgusting! I've been tricked again!
"I'm going to see Xin Ning."
Ye Zhenzhen ran away immediately after saying a word, even forgetting to put on her clothes.
