In the blink of an eye, it was already New Year's Eve. For these few days, Zong Zhengjin had been busy with various affairs from the previous dynasty and stayed overnight at the Qianqing Palace every night, without coming to the back palace, so Su Jinglian hadn't seen him yet.

  It had started snowing a few days ago, and the queen wisely suggested that since the roads were slippery on snowy days, everyone was excused from paying their morning respects, and everything would be put off until after the New Year.

  Su Jingxi is very happy about this.

  "Master, it's snowing heavily outside," said Daiman, walking in from the outside with an excited face.

  Su Jing had just gotten out of bed and was also a bit more awake, walked to the window, opened it a little, and indeed everything was covered in silver and white, with a vast expanse of whiteness stretching before her eyes.

  "Master, it's cold outside, close it quickly," heard Yao hurriedly walk over and closed the window.

  Su Jing shrugged and exchanged a glance with Dai Man, both of whom saw helplessness and amusement in each other's eyes, while Yao pretended to be oblivious, her face expressionless.

  After having breakfast, Su Jing was so bored that she decided to ignore Yao's advice and, under Dai Man's enthusiastic persuasion, put on thick clothes and went to the backyard to play in the snow.

  "Master, you must have caught a cold." Yao still didn't give up, persistently trying to stop him with bitter words.

  "Pfft, on such a joyful day today, don't say those inauspicious words, Elder Sister Yao. If you're worried, let's go together, and we can also remind Master of the time, so he won't really forget about it while having fun," Dai Man said sincerely, holding her hand.

  Xiang Ya had no choice but to put up with such an "unconventional" master, and after all these years, she couldn't just abandon him. So she might as well go along with them.

  Su Jing completely ignored her little temper and hooked the corner of her mouth, "Today is New Year's Eve, you all come together, whoever wins Ben Pei, Ben Pei will heavily reward."

  The other servants of Zuiyunwu all had a joyful expression, glancing at each other for a few moments, "Master, when the time comes, don't blame us for winning too easily."

  Su Jing let out a soft laugh, "Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person. Don't worry, when the time comes, you'll definitely get your red envelopes."

  Although it was just a snowball fight, Su Jingping repeatedly asked them not to hold back, but no one dared to really throw the snowballs at her with all their might.

  Then, when Zong Zhengjin stepped into the Drunken Cloud Pavilion, he saw such a scene. It was roughly divided into two teams of people and horses. She alone was throwing others with all her might, while others only dared to bully her companions, chasing after them as they ran. To read the latest chapter of this book, please go to 800

  A sound like a silver bell rang out in the vast snowy land, as if those red plum blossoms stood proudly on the branches, attracting people's attention. Such a bright color in such a world, all because of that dazzling smile, at a glance, it directly and unreservedly shone into his heart.

  No defense at all, it stayed in his heart, many years later, he recalled this scene, still as if yesterday, the memory is still fresh.

  The little eunuch, Xiao Luzi, ran and ran until he suddenly saw the Emperor standing at the gate, staring expressionlessly at his master. With a thud, he hastily knelt down, "Your humble servant pays respects to Your Majesty."

  Others heard the voice and knelt down, "Your humble servants pay their respects to Your Majesty."

  Su Jing stopped fooling around and walked quickly over with a lingering smile on her face, "Concubine pays respects to Your Majesty."

  He stood still for a few moments, his eyes still fixed on the spot where she had just been standing, and he was oblivious to her presence in front of him at this moment.

  Su Jing raised her head slightly, her eyes dim and resentful, "Your Majesty"

  Zong Zhengjin hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately softened his heart and stepped inside. A few steps later, he didn't hear any footsteps following him, so he had to speak up, "Aren't you going to follow me?"

  "What about others besides 'Your Majesty'?"

  "Continue kneeling," he said in a low voice before Su Jing finished speaking.

  Su Jing swept a glance at the people kneeling in the snow, her face revealing a hint of apology, and then smiled, but was ignored by Ting Yao.

  No servants attended them, and Su Xian, apart from bringing in two cups of hot tea, would rather stand in the corridor, blowing on the cold wind, than take a step inside. As a result, there were only the two of them inside the house.

  Su Jing saw him sitting alone on a yellow wooden chair, expressionless and silent. She sighed inwardly, but still resolutely picked up the cup of hot tea on the table and walked over, "Your Majesty, would you like to have a cup of tea?"

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  "Your Majesty, it's Bi Luo Chun tea, Your Majesty's favorite."

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  "Your Majesty, have a sip of warm wine to warm yourself up."

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  Su Jing put the cup on the side table, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to bend down to talk to him again. Instead, she squatted down, her two pale hands slowly and tentatively placed on his legs, "Your Majesty plans not to speak today?"

  Zong Zhengjin endured for a long time, seeing that she didn't show any signs of fear. In the end, he couldn't overcome her thick skin, and his expression slightly relaxed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her squatting in front of his legs, her eyes slightly wide open, with an "injured" look on her face, and a hint of mist in her eyes, which was very moving.

  He handed her his hand, intending to help her up, but as soon as he touched her small hand, his expression changed. "Your hands are so cold, and you still went out to play in the snow?"

  Su Jing felt a bit guilty, playing with him again, but when her hand touched the icy cold snow, no matter what, it couldn't be blamed on her, she put her hand into his large palm, "Your Majesty warm me up first"

  Zong Zhengjin wanted to refuse, but the emperor was warming a woman's hands, what kind of thing is this? However, before he could say no, he was stunned by her next move.

  Su Jingxi saw that he seemed to have a rejecting intention, and couldn't help but get up and sit directly on his lap, her hands slightly circling around his neck, "Your Majesty"

  Zong Zhengjin subconsciously supported her waist, just like he always did in bed, it had already become a conditioned reflex. Before he could scold her, he heard her soft voice coming from his shoulder, "Your Majesty is so concerned about the concubine, the concubine is very happy."

  A warm atmosphere quickly spread around the two, and Zong Zhengjin's heart was also filled with her sudden true feelings, and he couldn't remember that he had just wanted to refuse.

  Su Jingxi's words were completely sincere, she was really delighted, no matter what his purpose was for saying such a caring rebuke, on this festive day of reunion, his words gave her immense emotional resonance, perhaps people are all fragile after all.

  "Hmph," he said, "If you do it again and catch a cold, I absolutely won't forgive you." The latter half of his sentence was much softer in tone.

  She fell ill, what could he do about it? It was the New Year's festival and she was confined to her room. If she were confined, given her temperament, she might be driven mad by the isolation. He didn't want her to suffer such grievances, let alone physical punishment. In his heart, he absolutely wouldn't want her to endure that, not to mention it wasn't necessary.

  "Next time, you will copy out the women's rules a hundred times," this is a "severe" punishment.

  Su Jing's hand was warmed by his body heat, she pouted and looked wronged to the extreme, "The concubine just wanted to play for a bit, just for a bit."

  Zong Zhengjin only wanted to care for her, but now he suddenly realizes that his current behavior seems a bit too strict on her. Given her childish nature and young age, it's understandable that she loves to play, so this approach doesn't seem quite suitable for her.

  "If you've caught a cold, I'm sure you won't want to take those bitter medicines again," he said with a tone of resignation.

  Su Jingxi met his gaze and bit her lip, "Perhaps it won't snow again this year."

  Zong Zhengjin was at a loss for words, "Today is indeed the last day of this year."

  So what does her sentence mean?

  Su Jing was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, "So this year I definitely won't catch a cold."

  "What nonsense," Zong Zhengjin frowned, "Not even next year."

  "Yes, yes, yes, whatever Your Majesty says is what it is," Su Jinglan echoed in a rather straightforward manner.

  Zong Zhengjin's face revealed a hint of helplessness, "How did my golden words and jade phrases end up being used like this?"

  Su Jing smiled foolishly, "Can the emperor spare those slaves? They were just following the orders of the concubine."

  Seeing him still seemingly unwilling, she had no choice but to start acting cute, softly saying "Your Majesty"

  "This won't set a precedent," Zong Zhengjin sighed, still softening, and turned his head away, not looking at her eyes. "Pass on my decree: the servants of Zuiyun Pavilion are incompetent, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and will be penalized three months' salary."

  "Your Majesty," Su Jingming obviously did not want to, and still wanted to continue arguing.

  "Next time, go straight to the Ministry of Punishment," The emperor's majesty was fully displayed, and there was no room for negotiation.

  Su Jing realized once again the supremacy of imperial power, the strict feudal hierarchy, her own insignificance and helplessness. The self-proclaimed strength that seemed so mighty to her was pale and powerless in his presence, not worth mentioning.

  "Are you afraid of me?" Zong Zhengjin raised her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

  Su Jing choked back her tears and suddenly threw herself at him, hugging his neck tightly and shaking her head, "I just feel that my life isn't worth much."

  Su Jing didn't think he was that scary or cruel, perhaps because she had come to this world, perhaps because she had entered the harem, and been defeated by reality time and again, with each bloody example making her heart harder, allowing her to live stronger.

  Everyone has their own destiny, she doesn't have faith, but she firmly believes in this point, so she becomes who she is today. Even if she doesn't know where she will go or how far she will walk in the future, at least she believes that she can choose how to walk, either standing up or crawling.

  She needs to live well, must and definitely.

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  Gong Shu