The snow has stopped falling, and the entire Minfeng Residence is quiet. The trees and walls above the house are covered with thick white snow, and a few wintersweet branches are in full bloom, with a faint fragrance floating around.
Cong Yier stood quietly in the courtyard, with the door ajar and only her own footprints behind her. How could she come here again? When she left here more than half a year ago, she swore never to come here again!
Although it is almost dusk, due to the snow, Minfengju is still clearly visible in the sight.
She still remembered where she put everything when she left. How many times had she been here in her dreams? How many times had she cried because of this place? She found a broom and swept the snow quietly, sweeping out the familiar paths in her memory. She closed her eyes and
The eyes can also scan out the thoughts in her heart.
On the way back to the inn after leaving Prince Rong's Mansion, I suddenly had the urge to come here. I don't know why, but it was just for the longing in my heart. Perhaps, this place could accommodate her thoughts. When I swept to the front of the hall, the light was getting darker and darker.
, she opened the door, and there was a faint fragrance in the room, as if someone had been taking care of this place. When she came, the door was closed, but unlocked, as if the owner was still here and had not left. Table
The lamp on the bed can still be lit. With the light, the room looks much clearer. Everything is just as it was when she left. Even the bedding is neatly placed and there is not a trace of dust. Someone must have taken care of it here.
Take care of it! Moreover, there is a pen and inkstone on the table, and there is a completed painting. The woman in the painting is looking at her with a smile, as if she is looking in the mirror, looking at the time of signing, not long ago, in her
The day before returning. The word is familiar to her, and it is a name that makes her cry when she sees it.
Sima Yixuan, he will always call her like this when it comes to things related to her. He will always be Sima Yixuan, never a prince or an emperor. He comes here often, just like she always stays here.
Cong Yier went to the courtyard and folded a few branches of wintersweet and put them in a vase on the table. She put away the painting, spread out the paper, slowly rubbed the ink, and quietly wrote a name on the paper, which was in her heart.
The name, Sima Yixuan, took more than half a year to recover from the injury, just for the owner of this name, for the longing and love that I can't let go of.
It was late at night, and Sima Yixuan couldn't sleep, so he went to Min Fengju alone without taking Gannan and Ganbei. This was a place where he could recuperate. Only here could he relax and miss Yi'er. He would always miss her.
When he was swallowed up, he came here to miss Yi'er. He could cry and smile when he thought about it, as if Yi'er was by his side. Yi'er just went out and would be back in a while. He thought like this, and his whole body felt heavy when he thought about it.
Go to sleep, only here can he feel at ease.
Someone cleared the snow here. Sima Yixuan was stunned and frowned. He had told Gannan and Ganbei that no one except him could enter here. Even Gannan and Ganbei, every time he came here
, the two of them just guarded the door and were not allowed to enter. He personally took care of every plant and tree here, and he cleaned everything here by himself. How could someone be so bold and work hard here?!
This person is really familiar with this place. Sima Yixuan thought, he was able to sweep out the path in such a regular manner, without even sweeping too much, just following the direction and trend of the path! It was as if he was the master of this place -
-Yes, there is only one owner here, that is Yi'er. No one has lived here except Yi'er, how can anyone else know the way here? Yes, Sima Yixuan's heart skipped a beat and he walked quickly
Entering the courtyard and the hall, there was no light in the hall, but there was a fragrance of wintersweet and a faint fragrance of ink! He was stunned for a moment, and immediately lit the lamp on the table. What caught his eyes were the four handsome figures on the white paper.
One word: Sima Yixuan!
It was Yi'er's name, he remembered it, how could he forget anything related to Yi'er!
She has been here, she has swept the snow here, she has written the words here, she has folded the wintersweet here and inserted it into the bottle!
She came and left, just before he came!
Sima Yixuan's heartbeat almost stopped, and he felt out of breath! He knew that Yi'er wanted to forgive him. At least, she was willing to appear in the center of Min Feng where she left, which showed that she still cared about him.
! This is a kind of joy, a kind of news that can make his whole body feel like burning. Although he has not met her, he has her breath, which makes him feel very warm.
Looking at the snow outside the window, under the candlelight, there was a bright feeling, which made the outdoor light much clearer. There was a faint fragrance of wintersweet on the tip of his nose. His heart felt open for the first time. Since he faced the choice
At first, for the first time, he was filled with hope.
"You're back?" Master Wuxin opened the door for Cong Yi'er and asked with a smile, "Why did you come back so late? Look, you're all wet with snow. Where did you go? Hey, where did you get it again?
Come back with a bunch of plum blossoms?"
Cong Yi'er smiled slightly and said: "Mother-in-law, you are really wordy. Where can I go? I just turned a corner after leaving Prince Rong's Mansion. Do you see how beautiful these plum blossoms are?"
Master Wuxin smiled and said, "It looks good."
"This flower belongs to Min Feng Juli." Cong Yi'er said calmly and seemingly unintentionally, "The plum blossoms there bloomed just right, so I conveniently broke off two branches and brought them back to share with you."
Master Wuxin was stunned for a moment and asked: "Min Fengju? Where have you been? I heard that two women who later became queens of the Daxing Dynasty were imprisoned there, one was Ye Fan and the other was Murong Feng. How could you think of going there?
.”
Cong Yier smiled softly and said lightly while washing up: "I have lived there for some time. If I miss it, I will go over and have a look."
The sound of someone's footsteps came in from outside. The footsteps were messy and heavy. Cong Yi'er and Master Wuxin looked at each other and looked at the door together. The door was suddenly knocked open from the outside, and a smell of alcohol rushed in.
, a man with a face full of alcohol staggered in.
"Yi'er -" was Sima Rong's uncontrollable voice. He was already a little drunk and couldn't control his behavior. He smiled stupidly, looked at Cong Yi'er, tilted his head, and smiled.
, Rory said in a long word, "I, I, I want, want - what do I want to do?" He frowned and thought for a while, with a look of confusion on his face, stared at his hand, shook it, and then raised it
He started to look at Cong Yi'er and Master Wuxin, and asked blankly, "You, you guys, what? How--"
Cong Yi'er saw Li Shan running in right behind him and whispered, "Please ask Xi Ai to come here immediately and ask her to calm down the drunk Sima Rong properly so that he doesn't make a joke here!"
Li Shan immediately turned around and ran out. With Master Wuxin here, the drunk Prince Rong could not do anything. If he did not bring Ai Fei immediately, if Prince Rong became drunk and went crazy, who would be disturbed?
Aren’t passers-by becoming the butt of jokes tomorrow? Besides, who doesn’t know that Miss Cong is the Emperor’s most beloved woman, and if anything happens, Prince Rong doesn’t even know how he died!
Sima Rong sat down on the floor, smiled silly, and said to himself: "I drank, drank a lot, a lot, uh, a lot of wine, okay, okay, they all gave it to me.
,I pour the wine, drink, I drink, I mean, she doesn’t like me, she, she,” Sima Rong actually started crying, crying like a child.
"He really drank too much." Master Wuxin said helplessly, "This kid can't get out of the corner of the ox. The less he can get, the better. When you liked him before, he didn't care about you.
, why can’t you let go now?”
Cong Yi'er smiled bitterly and thought: If the dead Cong Yi'er saw this scene, maybe she wouldn't be willing to leave. However, now that she is not the real Cong Yi'er, how could she like the person in front of her who has not yet grown up?
Sima Rong?! She stared at Sima Rong who was crying and didn't know what to say.
"What can you do if you call Cong Xiai here?" Master Wuxin asked in confusion, "In fact, it would be best to tap his acupuncture points and make him fall asleep immediately, so as not to cause trouble here."
Cong Yi'er hesitated for a moment and said softly: "I have selfish motives. This may be a good opportunity given to Xiai by God. Mother-in-law, when I went to Prince Rong's Mansion today, Xiai and I talked about her with A'e.
After last night's experience, she said that Sima Rong gave her an ultimatum. He gave her one night's chance. If she could conceive a baby boy, he would grant her the position of Princess Rong.
As a daughter, I can only stay elsewhere. This Sima Rong is really hateful in this matter. Since he is so unreasonable and he is drunk now, this is an excellent opportunity for Xiai. Don’t you think it is?
?"
"Haha——" Master Wuxin laughed and said, "This is really interesting. Sima Rong promised to cherish Ai for one night, so tonight Xi Ai can control everything."
Cong Yi'er sighed softly. She was not Xiai and didn't quite understand Xiai's choice. However, Xiai's choice was indeed in line with Xiai's situation. She said that she would pray to God to let her conceive a baby boy.
She has to sit tight in her seat. Now, Sima Rong has drunk too much. If she wants, she can seize this opportunity. Cong Yi'er thought sadly, hoping that Xiai can feel happy. If she becomes Princess Rong, she can feel
If she is happy, she can turn a blind eye.
Cong Xiai hurried over and saw Sima Rong sitting on the ground, dancing and gesticulating. He was already drunk and confused. "He, why is he so drunk?"
Cong Yi'er shook her head and said, "He rushed in and was already like this. Li Shan, why did Sima Rong become so drunk?"
Li Shan panted from behind and said: "Your Majesty, he, he drank too much at Zuihua House. He competed with the girls there. The girls there were so good that several of them drank from him together. He refused anyone who came.
, I just drank too much. I can’t persuade you, there’s nothing I can do.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his heart was beating so fast that he had to open his mouth wide to breathe.
Cong Xiai frowned slightly, waved her hand to Li Shan, and said, "You go to the kitchen here first to find some sobering soup, so that the prince will not make a joke here."
Watching Li Shan go out, Cong Yi'er said calmly: "Xiai, you are a smart person. You must know why I brought you here at this time. You can give him some sobering soup before you come. But, this
You are free to decide how to deal with the matter. There are many guest rooms here, and Mo Jiakun has booked all the rooms. You are free to do whatever you want."