Ye Zhenzhen felt much more relaxed after solving the troubles of Ye Shiming and his family. When her third uncle sent home a letter of safety, the weather gradually cooled down.
The first snow of winter fell, and Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to let Wangzi catch a cold, so the nanny quickly carried him into the inner room. He was tired from playing just now, so he fell asleep on the couch, keeping his happy little head in his arms.
Snoring.
Ye Zhenzhen fiddled with the silver charcoal in the charcoal basin, sparks crackled softly, and the green glazed dragon-handled Boshan stove emitted lingering fragrance. The room was warm, but she was worried about whether her parents had charcoal fire to keep warm.
"If Madam is worried, I can take a look at it for you," Yuxiu said.
Ye Zhenzhen nodded in agreement: "Go to the warehouse and get a dozen fur coats and a hundred kilograms of charcoal to send over. My parents went to Beijing in a hurry. They didn't prepare any clothes or firewood for the winter. I'm afraid they won't be able to bear to buy them and they will suffer.
freeze."
Yu Xiu responded and stepped back to prepare things.
Ye Zhenzhen was bored and put on a white cloak and stood under the eaves to watch the snow. Seeing that her master was not in a good mood, Qiu Wu racked his brains to make her happy: "Madam, this cloak is so beautiful. I hunted it myself."
It's made of fox fur. It's rare to see a fox with white fur like this without any mottled color, let alone one made into a cloak. It shows that you are very attached to your wife."
Amidst the snow and ice, the beauty standing under the eaves wearing fox fur seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth. Qiu Wu and the surrounding maids subconsciously breathed softly, for fear of disturbing the beauty.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously tugged on the fox fur, without commenting on it, she just exhaled a white breath and said in a confused voice: "Go in."
Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a green-brown figure walking from far to near. Slowly, getting closer and closer, revealing a sky-blue umbrella, and Cui Weizhen holding the umbrella handle under the umbrella. He was wearing a large green-brown cloak.
, there are snowflakes falling on the shoulders, sparsely and scatteredly, as if the whole person is contaminated by the cold air of the snowflakes, and the handsome and graceful facial features look even more cold and aloof.
He left early and came back late these days. Ye Zhenzhen had not observed him carefully for a long time, and found that his eyebrows were more majestic and sharp, and his whole person was like an unsheathed sharp blade, unstoppable and imposing.
Not long ago, he handed over a note, pointing out that the current population loss is serious and cultivated land is abandoned, and asked the emperor to issue an edict that as long as the refugees are willing to return home to cultivate, they can be pardoned for the crime of fleeing. This caused an uproar in the court and endless disputes. Cui Weizhen was busy day and night for this.
He rarely stays at home, and today is the first time he has been back during the day.
"Why stand on the eaves and watch the snow?"
He took a few steps up the steps and walked up, wrapped in the cold air. Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but shiver. Cui Weizhen's footsteps suddenly stopped. He took off his cloak and handed it to the maid, looking at her: "I'm cold.
, I won’t come near you. Come inside and warm yourself up to avoid catching a cold.”
Ye Zhenzhen didn't listen to him anymore, she threw herself into his arms, hugged his lean waist tightly with both hands, buried her cold cheeks in his arms, and said in a buzzing voice: "Why are you free today?
Are you back? Are you finished with the affairs in the court?"
Cui Weizhen froze slightly, but he still reached out and hugged her. The warm temperature kept coming, and his body gradually warmed up after returning from the ice and snow. He breathed softly and said in a deep voice: "I'm not busy for the time being. It's the first time this year."
When it snows, I want to come back and be with you."
He wanted to ask her if she had to stand under the eaves and wait for him every day, but he swallowed it again. No matter what, it did not affect the feeling and warmth of the moment he saw her when he returned from walking in the snow.
Returning home in the wind and snow, you are my hometown.