Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 1182 Final Chapter (6)

For Xia Wanzhu, the seasons are good all year round. The first three seasons are full of vigor in spring, hot and bright in summer, and monotonous and bleak in each season. I like to watch the scene of heavy snow, each snowflake seems to be dancing with its own life, which has a thrilling beauty.

In the afternoon, Xia Wanzhu took a nap and then took Qingguo Qingcheng to the garden of the palace to enjoy the snow.

Today, Helian Yujue accompanied Song Yuwei back to the Song Mansion, and probably won't be back until very late.Xia Wanzhu couldn't help but feel sad for the widow of this great general, not to mention that her relatives have all passed away. Guining doesn't even have a family, and even the person she marries is not the person she likes, and she is not liked by others. Happiness is also casually caught up.

In the garden, everything was withered as imagined, only a vast expanse of white snow.

"Ma'am, this garden is too cold, let's go back." Seeing Xia Wanzhu walking all the way without saying a word, Qingcheng thought that she was sad because the prince couldn't accompany him at this time, and the garden was too desolate. I was afraid that my mother would be emotionally affected by the scene, so I asked aloud.

Xia Wanzhu patted Qingcheng's hand, and said warmly: "Don't worry, I think the artistic conception here is very open."

She suddenly remembered a novel she read before, in which the heroine would keep a jar of snow water in winter, and sit by the window with the heroine in mid-winter, cook a pot of fragrant tea, and talk a few words of love, warmth and harmony .

"Qinguo, go back to your room and get a jar." Xia Wanzhu became interested, and immediately ordered Qingguo to do it.

"What do you want that thing for?" Qingguo asked doubtfully.

Xia Wanzhu smiled at her, and purposely put a trick on her, "You'll find out in a while."

After Qingguo left, Xia Wanzhu led Qingcheng to continue walking to the depths of the garden. Along the way, she met several court ladies who were cleaning the courtyard and saluted her respectfully.

"Qingcheng, tell me, where is the cleanest snow in this garden?"

Qingcheng looked around and replied: "I think the ones on the trees are cleaner."

Xia Wanzhu looked at her with a smile, her black eyes were full of joy, "I think so too."

After Qingguo brought the snow storage tank, the three of them walked to a plum tree. This tree was not very tall, but it was full of branches. The plum blossoms were not in season yet, so it was easier to climb up to pick snow.

"Lin Bu, who took plums as his wife, once had a quatrain chanting about plums, 'Sparse shadows slant horizontally, water is clear and shallow, dark fragrance floats in the moon and dusk', let's choose this plum tree." Xia Wanzhu looked at the tree in front of him and smiled. Said.

"The empress is waiting here, and the servant girl and Qingcheng are going to pick snow."

Xia Wanzhu shook her head, "I must go to this in person." As if thinking of something, a streamer flashed across her beautiful eyes, "When Helian Yujue comes to my room next time, I will use this to make tea for him. To let him know that I, Xia Wanzhu, am not an incompetent person."

Not to mention bullying casually, Xia Wanzhu added in his heart.

"Your Majesty, look!" Qingcheng said, pointing to the distance as if he had discovered something.

Xia Wanzhu looked over with her fingers, and there was a person lying in the whiteness all over the floor. The color of that person's clothes and the snow almost blended together. If you don't observe carefully, you really can't see it.

"Go, go over and have a look." Xia Wanzhu held up her skirt, as if she was about to walk over.

"Your Majesty!" Qingcheng suddenly pulled her back, and said cautiously: "My Lady, that person's whereabouts are unknown, just in case, we might as well wait for the prince to come back before making any plans."

Xia Wanzhu looked at Qingcheng and thought for a moment, and finally put the snow storage tank in Qingcheng's hands, and said firmly: "I'd better go and have a look."

(End of this chapter)