Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 746: Five Kinds of Vegetables for the Deposed Empress in the Cold Palace (5)

Before Han Zhi could say anything, He Yingxue threw a snowball at her, hitting her on the shoulder.

"what!"

Hanzhi screamed and almost dropped the umbrella in her hand.

"There's no one here." He Yingxue smiled, "Let's have a snowball fight! After playing for a while, we'll go back to Zhuoying Palace."

Han Su and Han Zhi looked at each other, neither dared to move.

Upon seeing this, He Yingxue immediately frowned and acted like a royal concubine: "I order you to play snowball fight with me!"

The two maids then squatted down tremblingly and carefully made snowballs.

Snowballs flew in the air and laughter echoed in the silent palace corridor.

He Yingxue was having so much fun that she dodged and retreated, and didn't notice that there was someone behind her at all.

"Hahaha, you two watch out—"

She turned around suddenly, and before she could throw the snowball in her hand, her back hit a solid chest.

"what!"

He Yingxue slipped and fell backwards.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist in time to hold her steady.

"My Lady," a gentle voice sounded above her head, "The snowy roads are slippery, be careful."

He Yingxue looked up in shock and met a pair of black jade eyes.

Lin Wuxia stood holding an umbrella, his official robe with silver star patterns fluttering like crane wings in the wind and snow.

The rustling of snow was completely blocked by the oil-paper umbrella, making him look like a banished immortal in a painting.

"Lin, Master Lin?"

Han Su and the other two were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

He Yingxue hurriedly broke free from his arms, her hairpins jingling: "Thank you so much..."

Lin Wuxia's eyes swept across the snowflakes on her hair, then fell on her eyebrows, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips: "Since the queen claims to be ill and can't go out, why is she standing in the snow for so long..."

He suddenly lowered his voice.

"I'm afraid of causing criticism."

He Yingxue's heart was pounding.

He actually knew she was faking illness!

"I just..." She quickly thought of a way and pointed to the distance, "to get some fresh air."

Lin Wuxia did not reveal that this place was the territory of the previous dynasty.

He raised his umbrella and looked towards a corner of the palace wall: "Although this snow can make the winter plum blossoms in the imperial garden bloom, if no one appreciates them every year..."

The umbrella was slightly tilted, and snowflakes slid down.

“No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are in vain.”

He Yingxue: "What exactly do you want to say, sir?"

"It's just a feeling." Lin Wuxia chuckled, "I watched the stars last night and saw that the Feng Shui of the Plum Garden was different. His Majesty has ordered that the snow stop..."

He paused meaningfully, "Transplant them all."

"I still have to choose a new site for those plum blossoms, so I'll take my leave now."

Lin Wuxia bowed, turned and left.

The official robe left a long trail on the snow and quickly disappeared around the corner.

Han Zhi hurried over and held an umbrella: "Madam, Lord Lin..."

"I know, go back first."

He Yingxue clenched her fingers in her sleeves, feeling suddenly cold.

Of course she understands.

This was a hint for her to compete for favor.

But to compete for favor like in the books...she couldn't do it.

When Song Yuesheng comes out of the cold palace on the Lantern Festival two years later, she can use her kindness in exchange for her freedom to leave the palace.

By then, no matter where she is, won’t she be able to live happily?

The palace, the male protagonist, none of them have anything to do with her.

Even handsome guys have nothing to do with her...

The wind and snow grew stronger, and in a blink of an eye, they completely buried all the footprints and whispers on the snow.

**

After dark, the wind and snow gradually stopped.

Yan Wujiu walked on the unmelted snow to the outside of Chengjian Hall, with tiny ice crystals condensed on his black iron armor.

He clasped his fists and bowed, his voice colder than the wind: "Please tell the eunuch that I have something important to report."

The eunuch rubbed his hands and white mist came out of his mouth.

"Your Majesty reviewed the memorials until dawn, and discussed matters with Lin Jianzheng for a long time before he rested..."

He looked up and saw the murderous look between Yan Wujiu's brows, and his heart trembled, "Commander, why don't you come back in half an hour?"

"It doesn't matter."

Yan Wujiu stood with his sword in hand, his iron boots crushing the thin ice in front of the steps, "I will wait here."

A quarter of an hour later, the snow began to fall again.

"Squeak-"

The palace door suddenly opened and Wen Yu walked out, with weariness still lingering in his eyes.

"Pingxi, send the new tribute of white fox fur to Zhuoying Palace."

"I'll do it right away." The eunuch responded and withdrew.

Wen Yu then turned his gaze towards the steps below: "What's the matter, Mr. Yan?"

"It concerns Canwu Palace."

Entering the inner hall, amid the crackling sound of charcoal fire, Yan Wujiu went straight to the point: "Your Majesty, have you been to Canwu Palace recently?"

A sinister gleam flashed across Wen Yu's eyes.

found it.

"I have indeed been there." When he raised his eyes, the candlelight cast shadows of varying depths in his eyes. "The temperature has dropped recently. No matter what Duan Ning is like, she was once my first wife. I went to see her several times."

Wen Yu paused for a moment and asked him.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with Duan Ning?"

The snow on Yan Wujiu's armor was melting and dripping down the wristbands to the ground.

"When I was patrolling with my men, I saw Song walking around on the roof of Canwu Palace." He knelt on one knee, and his armor clanged as he clasped his fists. "I dare not enter without permission, so I came here to ask for permission."

"Do you need to ask for instructions on this matter?"

Wen Yu stood up suddenly, sweeping away the memorials on the floor, "Bring her down immediately!"

The battle report from the North is still on the desk.

──The Song army’s 30,000 cavalrymen are still stationed at Shuangwu Pass.

As long as Duan Ning is alive, he is the bargaining chip that will make that powerful army obey his orders.

Wen Yu's eyes were as sinister as ink: "If she wants to die, it can't be now."

"I understand." When Yan Wujiu lowered his head, a drop of snow water slid down his brow, "In the future, we must strictly prevent the Song family from committing suicide."

Wen Yu waved his hands tiredly, but suddenly spoke when the commander of the imperial guards turned around.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

He wanted to find a woman who could escape the search of Jackdaw and Hanming.

……

The outline of Canwu Palace gradually became clear in the snowy night.

Before entering the palace, Wen Yu saw a figure on the roof from afar.

The snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, but they could not hide the dark light surging in his eyes.

The figure sometimes squatted and sometimes stood up, and seemed to be holding something in his hand.

As we got closer to Canwu Palace, we could hear the anxious and worried cries of the palace servants.

Did she ask someone to bring the former palace maids from Qiwu Palace here?

Wen Yu raised his hand, and Yan Wujiu and the patrolling imperial guards immediately pushed open the door of Canwu Palace and entered.

This was the first time for everyone to step into this prison where they were left to fend for themselves.

The expected smell of dilapidation and decay did not appear.

There was a faint candlelight on in the room opposite the gate.

Through the half-open window, you can vaguely see that the furnishings inside are neat and tidy.

There were actually several plum trees with buds in the corner.

Dried herbs are hung under the corridor, bringing their bitter fragrance with the wind.

Going further in, there is still no sign of ruin.

You can even smell the food.

Two palace maids and a young eunuch were looking up anxiously and persuading them.

"My queen, come down quickly!"

"Be careful of falling!"

Song Yuesheng suddenly smiled and said, "Before you persuade me to come down...Zhenshu, we have a distinguished guest coming, prepare tea."

The three of them were stunned, turned around, and saw more than ten people walking towards them.

Although they had seen the leader's appearance many times before, he was definitely not the Prince Yi that they had seen before.

The three of them knelt down instantly.

"Long live His Majesty."

Wen Yu looked up at the figure on the roof, only to find that she was holding a branch of plum blossom in full bloom.

Snow fell all over my head.

The three or two red buds on the plum branches looked like drops of blood dripping on her white dress.

"Duan Ning, shouldn't you explain what's going on?"