Chapter 1

The twelfth year of Changxi, winter.

Tiansheng is the capital of the imperial dynasty.

Early in the morning, misty, thin curtain like cool floating in the sky and earth, falling on the dark red and bright glazed tiles of the Autumn House in Xihua lane. A layer of light pink rose. The deep red covered with snow and frost flowers, it gathered a bit of brilliance and gave birth to a bit of warm and lovely, like frozen fruit after frost.

Frozen fruit

Feng know micro swallow saliva, touch touch suddenly began to coo the belly.

The bright red persimmon, ripe in late autumn, was frozen in the first snow of early winter. It was filled in Jingfeng thin placental snow porcelain cup. It was crystal red like glass. Sipping it, it was cold and sweet. A jade like slide into her heart, soothing the lingering heat in her heart.

Unfortunately That seems to have been a lifetime of enjoyment

Feng Zhiwei looked up with her head up and sighed as if she had no one. She waved her broom lazily and swept the snow on the road to the artificial lake by the side of the road.

The handle of the broom is cold, and there is a little frozen snow on it. Ordinary people will feel cold when they look at it. Feng Zhiwei is comfortable to hold on to it. It's cool and refreshing.

Behind her, suddenly came the sound of jingle, and the strong aroma came. Feng knew that she didn't look back, but she smoothly suppressed her broom, and some frozen ice beads rolled on the ground in front of her.

"Oh, this is not my Miss Feng?" The voice of the girl behind her was smiling, and the smile was filled with a scornful chill, "early in the morning, what is this doing?"

"As you can see." Feng knows tiny turn back, will broom close, "sweep snow."

"How can Jin Zunyu's niece do this kind of servant work?" A woman in her twenties, with delicate makeup and a slight touch of silver rouge, is the most popular "flying dimple makeup" in Beijing this winter. "If your uncle knows, I don't know how to be distressed."

Feng Zhi smiles and droops her eyelashes.

"My uncle is always in charge of everything. How can he bother him with such trifles? It's enough for me to have my fifth aunt in love. "

"Yes, your uncle is also the commander of the Fifth Army and the commander of Feiying guard. He is the first general in Tiansheng Dynasty. He has no spare time to take care of all things in the backyard. You know how to be proper. Your aunt has to look after you more." The fifth aunt, who has long been out of favor in Autumn House, looks at Feng Zhiwei's face with satisfaction This girl has always been good-natured, how to knead will not be angry, did not expect that the disgraceful autumn family aunt, unexpectedly gave birth to such a gentle daughter.

"How can my aunt come out alone today?" Feng Zhi retreated modestly to one side, the broom tilted, and even the word "Five" was omitted.

Wu's aunt was in a good mood when she heard this address. She was lazy and put on her lips. Her eyes were bright red. She said with a smile, "it's someone coming from the front. Maybe I need to serve you Well, you don't have to ask. "

Feng Zhi slightly droops her face, and her face is expressionless In the prosperous imperial dynasty, the people were open and the royal ministers were even more dissolute. It was common for them to share beautiful concubines and give each other concubines. There were many concubines in the autumn mansion, and the fifth aunt was still in love. She was lonely in the autumn mansion. She dressed up and went to the front yard alone in the early morning. Maybe I heard that some noble person came and wanted to have a "amazing encounter" or something A world.

I just don't know who the bad luck is.

"How can my aunt not be served by her side?" Feng Zhiwei put down the broom and reached out to help the fifth aunt, "I help you."

"No! Your hands are dirty Five aunt slapped open her hand, disgusted to look at her fingers stained with snow, and looked at her eyebrows between the abnormal reddish color, to avoid the plague like a step back.

Feng Zhi smiles humbly and retracts her hand into her sleeve.

"You're 15 years old, too. It's nothing to be in this backyard." Five Auntie stood by the snow and glanced at her. "I'll talk to my wife some other day. I'll match you with someone. You know, Liu's son in the front yard looks good to me."

Yes, it's true. After five years of reading in the private school, the Three Character Classic has not yet been recited.

Feng Zhiwei is still smiling, smiling more and more gentle and quiet, yellow skin on the eyes of a fan fan Meng, Yan Ran flow, gradually gave birth to a bit of streamer like Mei and Yan.

The fifth aunt glanced at her, and her heart moved If the girl's skin color is not too bad, she is really beautiful. No wonder some people say that she looks like that person

But what about good looks? So a notorious family, or a short-lived disease, Hongyan empty flowers, doomed to bloom in the mud.

She was indifferent and felt that she had said enough with this girl today. In the past, how could she be in this mood? If his highness had not come to ask her for a private meeting in the backyard, she would not have been in charge of the girl's life.

She raised her face and snorted coldly, thinking of his royal highness of Chu, who was the most beautiful and romantic emperor in Tiansheng Dynasty, and thought that she would be able to leave the autumn palace from now on. Her eyebrows and eyes were filled with joy, and she walked away.

"Chi..."

Her feet suddenly slipped and stepped on a small but slippery ice bead. Madame Wu couldn't stand. She leaned backward. She exclaimed, and subconsciously she reached out and scratched. Her fingers and eyes were about to touch the broom in the snow.Feng Zhiwei suddenly took the broom away.

The fifth aunt grabs an empty space and falls on the ground with a thump. On the ground, there is a thin layer of floating snow on the ground, which is very slippery. As soon as she lands, she slides out. In front of her, there is an ice lake with cold water in the cold winter.

Five aunt in a whirl to turn around, not from the Lord in a flustered cry: "help me! Help me

Feng Zhiwei looked at the woman all the way, slowly closed his hand back to his sleeve, and gently said, "don't, my hands are dirty."

"Poop

The sound of the human body falling into the water sounds so understatement. Feng Zhi smiles and takes a broom to the bank. Wu's aunt is able to touch the water and struggle to flutter in the water. The water is too cold. Her face turns blue in an instant, and her greasy bun falls down, wet and clings to her face. It seems that she has been frozen to scream Silent, and seems to know that Feng Zhiwei will not save her, just desperately swimming to the shore.

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