The green tea system is lying to me again

Chapter 330 Becoming the Prince’s Pampered Little Fox 20
The sky is full of snow, and in the white snow, the wind and snow are howling, as if connecting the sky and the earth. In the distance, you can see the earth embryo house pressed by the thick snow not far away, which is the only shelter.

The young boy in thin clothes held a heavy bamboo slip in his arms, stepped on the snow with one step at a time, and walked over with his body slightly curled up against the whistling wind and snow.

The cold and unapproachable aura on the young boy's body was very faint, but he could still tell from his delicate eyebrows that this was Feng Heng from his childhood.

Shi Qing found that he was still in the form of a little snow fox, buried in the heavy snow, his whole body was stiff, but he didn't feel the coldness penetrating into his limbs.

It just couldn't crawl out of the snowdrift on its own.

He could only watch helplessly as Feng Heng walked towards him, and then stepped on the snowdrift...

"Hmph~"

In the empty and quiet snow field, there was a sudden groan, which frightened Feng Heng and he couldn't help taking a step back, holding the bamboo slip in his arms tightly, looking down into the snow field, he saw a bird buried in the snowdrift. , the little snow fox with only its small head exposed, its snow-white fur almost blends with the snow.

No wonder he seemed to have accidentally stepped on something soft just now... It turned out to be a little fox!

Just when Shi Qing thought that Feng Heng would carry her out of the snow, Feng Heng just clenched his fingers tightly, hugged the bamboo slip in his arms, and walked away away from the little snow fox.

Shi Qing: "..."

It is said that good people are inherently good in nature!
Feng Heng pushed open the door without looking back, and walked into the earthen room.

Seeing that Feng Heng would not come back to help her with kindness, Shi Qing had no choice but to struggle to climb out of the snowdrift, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the little snow fox's head was about to be buried again by the snow. Someone squatted down, dug all the snow around it, and carried it out of the snow.

"Abbot Jingyuan said that doing good deeds and accumulating virtue is regarded as Buddha's destiny."

Feng Heng explained for no reason, and he didn't know who he was talking to, and said to himself: "Isn't this hall soft-hearted and regretful... I won't make my concubine unhappy."

Shi Qing raised his clean and black animal eyes, looked at Feng Heng's well-defined jaw, and burrowed into his arms again.

As if aware of her gaze, Feng Heng lowered his eyes, snow fell on his thick and dark eyelashes, and the rustling snowflakes hit his thin and thin body.

Feng Heng is not used to being so close, but thinking that it was just a little fox in his arms, his hot ears hidden in his black hair gradually cooled down.

Feng Heng covered Luoxue with his sleeve, and carried Xiaoxuehu into the house.

The furnishings in the house are simple, the old tables, chairs, bed cabinets, and the temperature like an ice cellar are not much different from the outside.

The snow melted on the clothes, Feng Heng had no choice but to take off the wet coat, and stood on tiptoe to hang it on the wooden stand beside him.

He didn't wear much at first, and it was even colder when he took off his outer shirt, so he could only frown, rub his hands together, and straighten his pale thin lips while enduring the cold.

Feng Heng found a piece of old clothes and simply built a small nest in the corner of the wall, hugged Xiaoxuehu, then went back to the table and unwrapped the bamboo slips, picked up a brush and copied them.

Perhaps it was too cold, Feng Heng copied very slowly, but still sat upright, showing the dignity and arrogance in his bones.

When the sky darkened, Feng Heng had just finished writing a piece of rice paper.

Before Feng Heng put down the pen in his hand, the door in front of him was pushed open from the outside, and the cold wind brought snowflakes howling in, causing Feng Heng to cough uncontrollably.

The maid who pushed the door and entered saw Feng Heng coughing uncomfortably, without any fear or guilt, she let the door open, put down the food box in her hand, and said expressionlessly: "Seventh Prince, you should have dinner gone."

(End of this chapter)