Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated peasant girl concubine, don't be too sweet the latest chapter!In December in Kyoto, thick snow had already fallen.

At a glance, the window was snowy and covered with silver makeup everywhere.

A fire was burning in the palace hall of the palace, and the whole hall was warm.

Feng Mohan wore a thick robe, lying on the long case, watching the man sigh in front of the window again.

"In a few days it will be the New Year's Eve. Uncle Huang will not be able to accompany Aunt Liu this New Year."

Feng Qingbai did not answer, and there was white in the sight. At this time, Xinghua Village did not know whether it was snowing.

Last year, the snow fell heavily, and finally there was a snowstorm.

Hope this year is a real Ruixue mega year.

The cold wind was blowing hard and urgent outside, and he continued to poke into the window with snow foam. When he met the warm and mellow air in the hall, it turned into water droplets, which were stained on the wind and cypress's face and on the lapel.

The cold wind that leaked in made Feng Mohan tremble, and tightened his robe. "Uncle, don't look. You can't see a thousand miles away. Close the window."

The uncle was also very pitiful. It was easy to squeeze a few days before. I thought about going back temporarily and meeting or saying a few words. Unfortunately, the heavy snow in Kyoto came too fast. The pier canal on the outskirts of Beijing was frozen early. Passenger ships cannot travel.

It takes a lot of time to break the ice and sail the boat, just to open the river.

The plan to return to Xinghua Village was forced to slash.

He estimated that when the canal froze, the emperor's heart must be hesitant to vomit blood.

"Uncle, if you really want to see Aunt Liu before you leave, it's not impossible. When you travel in February, you just turn a halfway. Maybe Aunt Liu can't bear you and follow you to Beicang. , Accompanied by beautiful women, this trip is not hard."

The man standing in front of the window and carved into wood was finally willing to turn around and gave him a chilling look.

"The situation in Beicang is unknown. Let your Aunt Liu follow me in danger?"

"..." Feng Mohan drew his head into his robe, daring not to speak.

But that's how serious it is.

Close the half-open window, stop the cold wind, continue to irrigate, walk to the stove and sit down, "Before you have been taught by me, when I leave, no one around you can't supervise, I intend to promote old Yang For Taifu, I will assist you after I leave Beijing. Old Yang is a great Confucian in Nanling, with rich knowledge and high integrity. You need to learn from him carefully, so as not to grow in character and crooked."

"Although Yang Lao is a great Confucian, but his temperament is too rigid, he often doesn't understand and adapt. He teaches me and only teaches Yangmou. Uncle, Yangmou doesn't make much use..." The second half of the speech was cut off by a look .

"At that time, I will call you Uncle Xia temporarily transferred to Beijing as one of your auxiliary ministers." Otherwise, Guang Yihan and Yang Lao will not be able to withstand Zuo Xiang, let alone a more unpredictable Qin. Howl.

Feng Mohan's eyes lit up immediately, and he liked Uncle Xia the most.

With him in place, those who filed files are not a thing at all!

It's freezing cold, he can sleep more hours.

At the age of growing body, lack of sleep, easy to grow low.

The emperor's words were so inspiring!

"I will explain that he can't write for him, but can only help by the side. You are all people who can call the concubine to stay in bed. Don't think about fishing all day."

"..."

After staying in Gande Palace for another moment, the man got up and left.

Feng Mohan whispered angrily behind him that he could not hear, "It's really a bug in my stomach!"

Wearing a big fur of fox fur, he walked slowly on Gongwai Avenue, and his shoes stepped on the snow to make a crunching sound.

The windproof palace lights hanging on both sides of the avenue were shaken violently by the cold wind, and the dim yellow lights flickered, not very translucent.

With one breath and one breath, the nasal cavity is cold and cold.

Feng Qingbai did not take a carriage, but walked, and it was only half an hour to the Nanling Palace.

The temperature at the moment makes him more alert.

At this time, about midnight, there was no one on the entire avenue.

At the end of the avenue, it is about to turn into the junction of the alleyway, without the palace lights, it is dark.

Before going into darkness, Feng Qingbai stopped.

In the opposite shadow, one person is almost integrated into the dark night.

"Come out."

Dark night cold light, approaching.

The movements of the two figures are as fast as lightning, and the fighting style is to teach people to see clearly in the day.

After a hundred strokes, the attacker withdrew and retreated.

"Feng Qingbai, you said this time, you win or I win?"

The sound of no emotional fluctuations came from the other party's wide brim.

With a chill that lowers the temperature.

"Who loses and wins, only to reach the last move, only to know the result."

"Oh, I'm in Beicang, waiting for you."

After words, disappear.

Feng Qingbai stood at the same place, looking at the position where the man had just stood. His eyes were deep and quiet, like still water.

Afterwards, he started slowly and went to the Nanling Palace.

The ability to appear here without disturbing his hidden guard is one of the best in the world.

However, none of those people is Gongluo.

No hurry, one day, he will uncover his mask to see who he really is.

The sound of firecrackers on the street signaled the coming of the New Year.

As in previous years, every house was hung with red silk, and red lanterns were also placed in front of major shops.

Even so, the atmosphere of this year's New Year's Day is also obviously dull.

After the New Year's Day, the Nanling envoys will go to Beicang to have a face-to-face negotiation with the Emperor Beicang.

Whether the two countries will fight depends on the outcome of the peace talks.

Related to the stability of the entire Nanling people, this matter always grabbed the hearts of the people.

The closer the time is, the more suspended the heart is, which is the most festive New Year, and there is no thought to live well.

Only the ignorant children can laugh and laugh as usual.

In front of the Liu Family Courtyard, there is a Spring Festival couplet, and there are also happy New Year pictures posted on the door of the courtyard.

In the hall, the family was warm, the family sat beside the brazier, and there was a small cradle on the side, and the small edamame slept sweetly inside.

The baby, who was just full moon, was full of sleep, full of sleep, and the length of rubbing is now completely gone.

The meat is tender and tender, the skin is smooth and smooth, and the small hands are curled like the lotus root,

"The whole meatball." Liu Yusheng chuckled softly with his index finger and touching Xiaowaer's beeping face.

It's strange that the elders couldn't let go of the little baby, how they looked and how cute they were.

Just looking at his small soft meat, people can't help but want to take a bite.

Cough, she secretly bit it, gently, not dare to let grandparents see them, but soft.

"Wa'er is asleep, don't keep moving him, you'll have to cry later when you wake up." The old lady pulled her off her hand and gave her a sneer.

"Alas, I fell out of favor. What should I do, Xiaomao, my aunt is so jealous of you." Liu Yusheng raised his teeth and made the whole family smirk.

"After this year, it is the first month. The new year is hopeful."

The old man sighed, and the trace of smile in Liu Yusheng's eyes faded away.

It is February after La Zhengyue, and Feng Qingbai is about to rush to Beicang.

By then, can we welcome a good situation?