Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The harsh winter has arrived in Beijing.

It snows in winter, and when the strong wind blows, it is like a knife, scratching people's faces and causing pain.

When the snow falls, it always falls hard and hard. White snow covers the eaves extending in all directions, turning the green tiles into a pure and cold color.

The snow was blown by the wind, mixed with hail from time to time, and fell diagonally on the ground, covering the ground with a thick goose down blanket.

It's snowing outside and freezing cold, but inside the palace, the splendid Imperial Study Room is still burning a steaming earth dragon.

The earth dragon brought an extremely warm temperature to the entire palace, and even the decorations by the windows seemed to be melted by the warm heat.

It was very quiet in the imperial study room, so quiet that you could clearly hear the sound of falling pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

If you listen carefully, there is also a subtle clanking sound of the porcelain cup lid.

The delicate fragrance is rising in the blue and white porcelain teacup. The long jade-like fingers are holding the tea cup. At first glance, it is hard to tell whether it is porcelain white or finger white.

The study was quiet for a moment,

Soon, a deep voice came from the royal table made of pear and sandalwood, smiling and feeling very happy.

The emperor, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair, with his hands spread out, looking at a memorial spread out in front of him, and said with a smile,

"Ai Qing really wins my heart, and this plan you proposed is really wonderful! It's wonderful!"

"Your Majesty is so complimentary." A voice as gentle and cold as snow came, bringing with it low magnetism, neither humble nor humble, but gentle and polite.

The snow shadow outside the window falls on the paper window from time to time, and together with the sound, it seems that it is also immersed in the snow scene, blending together.

"Wei Chen is just conveying the public opinion to His Majesty on his behalf. Naturally, these thoughts are not on Wei Chen's head."

The emperor's expression became even more joyful, he folded the memorial and said, "My dear, you don't have to be so humble. I know in my heart whether this wonderful idea is yours."

"Ai Qing proposed this strategy. As a result, disaster relief in the northwest can also be put on the agenda. Since you are the one who proposed the solution, let me leave it to you."

The bright candlestick was burning with light, and the slender figure stood up from his seat.

The shadow lengthened slightly, and the snow-white back was as elegant and refined as a cedar tree. He bowed slowly,

"My lord, I obey the order."

“Princess, please slow down——”

It was snowing, and outside the royal study, a group of people were running, following a woman in costume, shouting.

Princess Zhaoyang was wearing a floor-length white plum blossom skirt, tied with a soft skirt. She held up the hem of the skirt and ran to the door of the imperial study room with light steps like a lark.

The snow was falling heavily outside, but she was thin and not covered with a thick cloak.

The palace maids who followed behind her hurriedly followed her and put the fox fur on her.

But Princess Zhaoyang impatiently took away the fox fur, then stood at the door of the royal study, stretched her neck, and asked Eunuch Li who was guarding the door,

"Eunuch Li, is brother Rong Li still inside? Is father still negotiating with him?"

Princess Zhaoyang is the emperor's most beloved daughter. Naturally, Eunuch Li did not dare to neglect her. He bowed and said respectfully,

"Princess, Master Rong left just now. You are a step too late."

"What? Gone?!" Zhaoyang raised his voice.

She stamped her feet, a little annoyed, "Why did he just leave? In the past, didn't he stay for a while?"