Does this mean you want to get rid of the only legitimate grandson of the Feng family?
"Father." He composed himself and frowned slightly, "Feng Ci will definitely bring enough people when he goes this time. All the Feng family troops are brave and good at fighting. Feng Chieffu personally selected the elite to protect Jiumei and Feng Ci. Son, minister
Can you find an opportunity?"
"Are you brainless?" Emperor Zhaoming frowned, "I didn't ask you to do it yourself. After arriving in Dongyou, find a way to choose a suitable person among the Dongyou royal family to achieve cooperation. In this way, things will be easier."
This is a good idea. King Jing nodded slowly: "Yes."
"Be careful to protect yourself." Emperor Zhaoming frowned, with murderous intent in his eyes, "If there is a chance, we can also get rid of Sicang."
Sicang?
King Jing's expression changed greatly: "Why?"
Sicang's martial arts are so powerful and he is the leader of the Shadow Pavilion. How can anyone get rid of him if they want to?
Moreover, the Shadow Pavilion is loyal to the father. How could the father think of getting rid of Sicang?
"You can do whatever you are told." Emperor Zhaoming said in a cold tone, "I don't want to see him come back alive."
"yes."
King Jing's heart sank, and he couldn't help but think about his father's intentions. Si Cang had been very close to Yun Zishu recently. Did his father not want the people of the Dongyou royal family to misunderstand him, so he wanted to get rid of him?
But……
His skills are so terrifying and his vigilance is so high. Unless a dragnet is set up in Dongyou, who can easily kill him?
King Jing's heart sank slightly, and he felt that this task was much more difficult than going to the border to appease the soldiers.
…
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Dayong ushered in the first heavy snowfall of this winter.
The snow started to drift at night. When I got up in the morning, the courtyard, roof, and treetops of the princess's mansion were all covered in white. The plum blossom branches were dotted with white snow. It was really beautiful.
After getting up, Yun Zishu put on her clothes and put on the thick red fur cloak. Looking at the clean white outside, she turned to Sicang and said, "While the maid hasn't cleaned up yet, let's go out and build a snowman."
Leng Yue quickly said: "You can pile it up behind the house. The snow is thick there. The front of the yard has actually been cleaned once, and it drifted down again in the morning."
Si Cang frowned subconsciously: "In case you catch a cold..."
"My physique is not that weak." After Yun Zishu finished speaking, she took his hand and walked out, "This is the first time I want to build a snowman in my life, and it may also be the last time. I probably won't be able to do this when I grow up.
I’m in the mood.”
Si Cang lowered his eyes and stared at his hand held by her, his eyebrows instantly softened, "Then wear more clothes."
Yun Zishu clicked her tongue: "The commander-in-chief will soon become the housekeeper."
Sicang let her tease him, turned around and took her cloak and put it on her, and then he took her hand and walked towards the backyard.
Leng Yue and Leng Shuang followed behind quietly, looking at the harmonious figures of the tall and the short in front of them, feeling both happy and envious.
Leng Yue pondered Yun Zishu's words, and after a few beats, she turned to look at Leng Shuang: "Hasn't Your Highness grown up yet?"
Leng Shuang pondered for a moment: "Maybe Your Highness thinks you are still young."
The cold moon is silent.
It should be said that His Highness only feels that he is still young when it comes to building snowmen. After all, he even has a sweetheart, so how can he still be called young?
There is actually a piece of bamboo planted in the backyard. There is an open space in the middle of the bamboo. The snow on the ground is very thick. No one disturbs me after entering the bamboo forest. I don't even worry about others seeing my childish look.
Yun Zishu told Leng Yue to go to the kitchen to find some carrots: "Find some longan too."
Leng Yue left in response.
Yun Zishu said hello, squatted down without any image, grabbed the snow with both hands and kneaded it into a ball, and unexpectedly threw it at Sicang: "Look at the sword!"
Sicang raised his hand to catch it. However, Xue was not a real hidden weapon after all. When he hit it with his palm, it immediately turned into countless debris and flew to the door. Therefore, the leader of the Shadow Pavilion, who kills people like chopping vegetables, not only had to squat obediently.
A snowman was built on the snow, and his face was covered with snow.
Yun Zishu looked at it, raised her eyebrows, and had a bit of a playful smile in her eyes: "The commander-in-chief also makes mistakes sometimes."
Sicang's voice was low and gentle: "In front of His Highness, all humble positions have been completely defeated."
Yun Zishu's smile faded, and she coughed slightly in surprise. She suddenly realized that it was unusual for a person with a cold temperament to talk about love.
Sicang began to focus on building the snowman. The thick snow was gathered up with one sweep of his long arm. After some skillful manipulation, half of the snowman's body was soon completed.
Turning to look at Yun Zishu who was holding a snowball, her hands were already red from the cold. Sicang took the snowball in her hand and couldn't help but put her hand in his arms: "Is it cold?"
cold?"
Yun Zishu looked at him helplessly, was she so pretentious?
Si Cang pursed his lips and let go of her hand obediently. Well, since he came out specifically to build a snowman, he would not be too pretentious. Besides, His Highness has never been so delicate before.
Yun Zishu took back her hand and started building again, "The reason for building a snowman is to enjoy the process of building it. This process includes the coldness felt by the hands, a hint of warmth in the cold, and the sense of accomplishment after successfully building a snowman."
Si Cang hummed and agreed with her unconditionally: "Your Highness is right."
"If you can't even stand the cold, how can you resist more and bigger winds and waves?"
Sicang was silent for a moment: "Yes."
"So don't worry." Yun Zishu stretched her cold red hands to Sicang's face, "Are you cold?"
Sicang nodded: "Cold."
"After experiencing a bone-chilling cold, the warmth of the coming spring will become even more valuable." Yun Zishu suddenly smiled, "Doesn't it sound like a scholar?"
"Your Highness is right." After Sicang finished speaking, he nodded again, "Those literati are indeed like that."
Yun Zishu smiled and didn't say anything else. After fixing the head, she quickly built a snowman half a person tall. When Leng Yue brought the carrot, she inserted the carrot toward her nose, and the two black longan seeds were
Snowman's eyes.
The snowman in Sicang's hand was also piled up. He also inserted a carrot and two longan seeds, then trimmed the mouth, and the two snowmen were completed.
One is tall, one is short, one is fat and one is thin, they really look like that.
"Just think of these two as you and me." Yun Zishu suddenly felt inspired, and a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, "When we get married in the future, we will be a couple, so let's get them married here in advance.
"
"Getting married?" Leng Yue was confused, "How do two snowmen get married?"
"I just said it casually, and I didn't really ask them to get married." Yun Zishu twitched the corner of her mouth, stood up and clapped her hands, "Don't these two Xueers standing here look like a couple?"
Leng Yue looked at it, and although she didn't see any resemblance, she still responded cooperatively: "It looks like it."