Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 716 Mrs. Mine (42)

In the capital, the harsh winter has arrived.

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

When the snow falls, it always falls heavily and violently. The white snow covers the eaves extending in all directions, turning the blue tiles into a pure and cold color.

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

It was snowing outside and it was extremely cold, but inside the imperial palace, in the resplendent imperial study room, there were still steaming earth dragons burning.

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

The imperial study room was very quiet, so quiet that even the sound of pen, ink, paper and inkstone falling could be heard clearly.

Listen carefully, and there is the subtle sound of the collision of porcelain cup lids.

The blue-and-white porcelain teacup is filled with delicate fragrance, and the long jade-like fingers hold the tea low. At first glance, it is impossible to tell whether it is porcelain white or finger white.

There was a moment of silence in the study,
Soon, on the pear-blossom sandalwood imperial table, a deep voice came, smiling and feeling very happy.

The Son of Heaven, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, sat on the dragon chair, spread his hands, looked at a memorial laid out in front of him, and said with a smile,

"Aiqing really won my heart, and this strategy proposed is really wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Your Majesty is awsome." The gentle and cold voice came, bringing low magnetism, neither humble nor humble, gentle and polite.

Snow shadows outside the window fell on the paper window from time to time, and even with that timbre, it seemed to be intoxicated in the snow scene, blending and weaving together.

"This minister is just conveying the public opinion to His Majesty on his behalf. Naturally, this thought cannot be considered on the head of this minister."

The Son of Heaven looked even more joyful, closed the memorial, and said, "Ai Qing, you don't have to be so modest, I know for sure whether this wonderful plan is yours or not."

"Aiqing proposed this strategy, so that the disaster relief in the northwest can also be put on the agenda. Since you proposed a solution to this matter, let you handle it."

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

The shadow is slightly elongated, and the snow-white back is as elegant and refined as cedar, slowly saluting,

"Sir, obey the order."

"Princess, please slow down—"

It was snowing, and outside the imperial study room, a group of people were trotting, following behind a woman in costume, shouting.

Princess Zhaoyang ran to the door of the imperial study with a white skirt of plum blossoms and white water that dragged the floor, wearing a soft smoke, holding the hem of the skirt, walking lightly like a lark.

It was snowing heavily outside, but her body was thin, without a thick cloak.

A line of palace maids following behind hurriedly followed and put the fox fur on her.

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

"Eunuch Li, is Brother Rong Li still in there? Is Father still talking with him?"

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

"Princess, Master Rong left just now, you are one step late."

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

She stomped her feet, a little annoyed, "Why did you leave? In the past, didn't he still stay here for a while?"

(End of this chapter)