I don't know if it's because of his pitiful sentence or something. Zhan Zhen finally converged. He stretched out his hand and pulled Xiansheng's quilt. He said in a soft voice, "I won't bully you. Go to sleep."

Xiansheng is really tired, but zhanzhen is the prince of a country, and he will never turn back. He thinks wildly, and his consciousness is soon blurred under zhanzhen's eyes.

Hazy feeling, Zhan Zhen sat for a while, then stood up, he put down the bed curtain, and one hand lifted the curtain cloth to see him, until he let go, the bed curtain fell down, Xiansheng completely into the dark dream.

This sleep is not very stable, he dreams that he is asleep, Zhan Zhen quietly climbed up, and then found his identity, a slap in his face, he was awakened from the dream fan, at a loss by his hair pulled out, kneeling in the ice and snow.

Zhan Zhen also poured oil on him to burn him alive.

In his dream, Zhan Zhen hates him so much that Xian Sheng suddenly wakes up, only to find that the man is sitting beside him with his brow locked.

"Your Highness..." He felt that his forehead was covered with a handkerchief. He watched Zhan Zhen reach out to take it off and take the new one from his servant girl. He understood what he had learned.

"You have a fever." Zhan Zhen said, "it's been burning for almost a day and a night. It's almost dawn."

Xiansheng noticed that there seemed to be another stove in the room. Zhan Zhen only wore a thin gown, which he thought was too hot to take off. But even so, there were some sweat beads on his forehead.

"You Didn't you sleep? "

"How can you sleep like this?" Zhan Zhen took a bowl from behind him and said, "drink this bowl of medicine. It's a little bitter."

Xiansheng's arms are weak. He holds his waist and sits up. The man holds the bowl and feeds it to his mouth. Subconsciously, Xiansheng reaches out his hands to hold the bottom of the bowl, wrinkles his face and drinks it all at once. Suddenly, he begins to feel sick and his face turns pale.

He leaned tearfully against Zhan Zhen's arms, but suddenly he was stuffed with a candied fruit.

"Thank you," said Xiansheng

"You've been thanking me today." Zhan Zhen wiped his mouth, put the man down again, and said, "there's medicine for dozing in the prescription. Let's sleep a little longer."

He asked people to step back and go to Xiaotan to lie down again. Xiansheng stood on the bed and looked at him silently for a while. His voice was very small: "do you regret it?"

Zhan Zhen folded his hands behind his head, looked at him from a distance of several feet, and asked, "what do you regret?"

"I'm in poor health I'm not sure. I can't survive the first winter in northern China. "

Zhan Zhen said, "the state of Liang will not stay until next winter."

"You...!"

"I'm not going to make a loss." Zhan Zhen interrupts him, takes back his eyes and says, "I know what you're up to. If you want to die, you still want to grant Liang peace. But if I can't get what I want, I can't get it."

Xiansheng stares at him for a while, his eyes swell, and he has to close and rest.

Zhan Zhen's voice sounded again in the open room: "if you want Liang to be well, you should live well."

Xiansheng fell asleep.

In this sleep, he dreamed that he was riding on Zhan Zhen, beating him black and blue, and sewing his disgusting mouth with a needle.

Xiansheng is more angry than he has been in his whole life. When he wakes up, Zhan Zhen is beside his bed again. He leans over and examines: "it seems that he's a little bit more energetic. Is there anything wrong with him?"

By his such a concern, Xiansheng's anger suddenly disappeared after a night. He pursed his mouth and said: "I'm hungry."

Zhan Zhen reaches for his hand, picks him up and comes to the table.

There are some meals on the table. They are good-looking with meat and vegetables, but the taste is very light. He has no taste in his mouth. He can only swallow a spoonful of lotus root porridge in several mouthfuls. He has no appetite at all.

His face was pale, and his brow was a little sickly. Zhan Zhen frowned again and said, "what would you like to eat if you ask someone else to do something else?"

"No more." Xiansheng shakes his head. Anyway, other doctors won't let him eat.

He was helped back to bed by Ruyi, but soon someone served sweet and sour ribs. Zhan Zhen ordered someone to put them on the small plan at the head of the bed and asked him, "what about this?"

With a strong fragrance, Xiansheng swallowed his saliva and couldn't help putting his eyes on the attractive ribs: "I The mother said, "it's bad for your health not to eat these."

"Now that you are married, your husband should be in charge." Zhan Zhen said, "you are allowed to eat alone."

Xiansheng subconsciously to see Yuehua, the latter has frowned, gently shook his head to him.

Xiansheng lowered his eyelashes, but Zhan Zhen suddenly glanced over and said, "all out."

Yuehua and Ruyi bow down, and Zhan Zhen looks at Xiansheng again: "it's OK to eat a little once in a while."

He personally sent it to Xiansheng's mouth and coaxed him: "ah -"

the taste was so tempting that Xiansheng couldn't resist it. He opened his mouth and bit it. The sour and sweet sauce blended with the fried pork ribs on the tip of his tongue, and Xiansheng's eyes lit up immediately.Zhanzhen mouth slightly up, softly asked: "will it be a little sour?"

Xiansheng puffed up his cheeks and shook his head. His appetite was suddenly hooked up. He was eating, and someone brought a ginseng lotus root soup. When he had spare ribs, he drank a bowl of light soup, and casually brought two vegetarian dishes. Although they were vegetarian, they were fried with meat oil, which was totally different from those cooked dishes, so he ate two more.

Xiansheng couldn't help smiling at him, some satisfied, and some embarrassed: "full."

When the servant took the things away, Zhan Zhen wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "it's snowing outside. Do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Is it?" Xiansheng just got his benefits. Now he's in a good mood and has a lot to say: "most of them seldom snow, even if it's falling, and usually it's gone just after landing. I heard that when it's snowy in Beijing, it can be as high as half a person. Is that true?"

"It snowed about a foot last night, but it looks like it's going to snow for another two days."

Xiansheng said, "I want to go out and have a look."

In Dadu, once it's winter, Xiansheng will be locked in the room, with the doors and windows closed, and there is only incense and bitter medicine in the room. Until he was ten years old, he just heard that the snow was white, but he never saw it. Later, he opened the window secretly, but he was ill for several days.

In the past 17 years, the number of snow sightings is very few.

Zhan Zhen took his clothes and asked him to put them on. Then he took his cloak and wrapped him tightly. Finally, he put the big hat on his head and said, "don't dress up. I won't go out of the house anyway."

Xiansheng smiles again.

His eyebrows and eyes were bent, and his face was so beautiful that Zhan Zhen's hand came in from the brim of his hat and touched his face. His fingertips were warm: "you are so beautiful."

“....” Xiansheng's smile converged a little, and his scalp became numb, full of embarrassment and complexity. He lowers his head, but Zhan Zhen thinks he is shy. He can't help laughing and orders someone to put the stove in Xiansheng's arms and take him out.

The threshold of the prince's mansion is high and the wall is high. Zhan Zhen doesn't take him out of the main entrance. Instead, he goes to the corridor in the backyard. Against the wind, Xiansheng sees a blooming plum tree. It's covered with thick snow and its branches are bent. But the blooming plum blossom is very bright in the snow.

Looking at the thick snow in front of him, he tentatively walked out of the corridor and stretched out his feet, but was pulled back by Zhan Zhen. "There is a lake below, but it's frozen. After a few days, the snow is compacted, and you can wear iron shoes to slide on it. It's very interesting."

After imagining the picture, Xiansheng jumped up and said, "do you mean Bingxi? I have read a book that records that every year in northern Jin Dynasty, there will be an ice Cuju, and the emperor of Jin Dynasty will personally come to watch it. On that day, people will gather on a large ice lake to cheer for the contestants, and the winner will be rewarded. "

"It seems that the princess knew it before she married."

Xiansheng said, "it's not because I married you. I knew the custom of the northern Jin Dynasty for a long time. At that time, I imagined the scene and drew a picture, but it disappeared later."

Zhan Zhen chuckles: "stolen?"

"I don't know. It's gone anyway." Xiansheng said, and then suddenly came to pull him, looking forward to the way: "then you this ice play day, is not fast?"

Zhan Zhen looks at the plain white hand on his sleeve. As soon as Xiansheng is about to retract, he reaches for his hand and holds it. The man's hands wrap around him and says, "to see whether the snow is thick or not, we must freeze Dongtang lake for three feet. Otherwise, accidents are easy to happen."

"Have you ever been there?"

"I'm the number one every time."

Xiansheng some worship, but also some envy: "if there is this year, I can go to see it?"

Zhan Zhen looked at him with a smile, slowly came over, temptation: "give some sweet, Gu can think about it."

They stood under the plum tree, the top of their head was the low plum branches under the snow, and looked at him under the hat brim of Xianzhang, their heart beat slightly faster.

He knows what Zhan Zhen means, but if he really wants to do it, there is always a barrier in his heart that is hard to cross.

The snow is still floating. Zhan Zhen looks at him and waits patiently. Xiansheng purses his mouth as if he had made up his mind and slowly raises his chin to kiss him -

at this moment, suddenly, the plum branch that was pressed on the top of his head shoots up, and the snowball falls on Xiansheng's hat.

He suddenly recovered, stepped back two steps, slightly opened his eyes and looked up.

Zhan Zhen's face is not happy.

Xiansheng kept the posture of looking up at the plum blossom, looking for the topic in the awkward atmosphere and said: "a plum blossom in the corner, Ling Han opens alone."

Zhan Zhen

After a brief silence.

Xiansheng stood on tiptoe to reach the plum branch with his head full of snow. Zhan Zhen came over and said, "what are you doing?"

Xiansheng drew back his hand, and his heart was still pounding his chest. He said, "I want that one."

Zhan Zhen took a look at the section of plum, took off his waist sabre, and pressed the plum branch in front of him with the handle.Xiansheng fold down, zhanzhen let go.

With his eyes opposite, Xiansheng handed Meizhi to him Can this be sweet? "

Zhan Zhen calmly took it over, twisted the plum branch, looked down for a while, then coldly raised his eyelids and said, "No

The author has something to say: Xiansheng: heartless.

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