Aunt Yu said "hmm" and said no more. She stood up and went to the study next to the rest room.
After waiting for so long, Aunt Yu finally agreed to allow herself to have closer contact with the Queen Mother.
Bai Yuyue looked at Hanshuang, and there was a hint of joy in their eyes.
After eating Laba porridge, we squinted for a while and it was evening.
After looking at it, I saw that the sky had a strange red color and was gloomy.
But the snow has indeed stayed.
Seeing Hanshuang still sleeping soundly while hibernating on the bed, Bai Yuyue helped her tuck the quilt tightly.
I took a broom and shovel and started sweeping the snow by myself.
I kept working until the moon and stars became sparse, and then I finally cleared a path.
It's hard for her too.
Growing up in the south, I never knew how to sweep snow.
And I had never done such menial work before, so it took a lot of time.
Leaning against the plum blossom tree, she breathed heavily.
Naturally, she didn't know that she was well-fed and well-fed in the past. The feeling of being tired was actually not bad!
She looked at the snow on the plum blossom tree and suddenly remembered something. She ran back to get a few clean jars and carefully collected the snow on the petals.
This is the best water for making tea!
After eating porridge, I took a bath.
He washed away all the sweat and grease and changed into white clothes.
The whole suit is dry and the soft satin clings to the body, making it very comfortable.
The frost was in the early hours, and I woke up for dinner.
Seeing that Bai Yuyue had packed everything up, he felt a little apologetic.
Bai Yuyue didn't care, and after she finished taking a bath, he sent her back to rest.
As for herself, she took the flute and quietly walked out of the door.
Without lighting a candle, I walked out of the yard in the dark and came to the cliff.
The sky looks particularly high after the snow.
In the blue-black night, an Emei moon hangs high in the sky.
The moon and stars are sparse.
It was covered in silver, and the earth was completely white.
Even the blue waves at the bottom of the cliff have covered up the vitality of the past.
The empty branches are piled with snow, as crystal clear as jade.
Between heaven and earth, it seems that there are only plum blossoms on this cliff.
The red and white flowers bloomed, breaking away from the chilling world with their faint fragrance.