A cool breeze blew by, a faint fragrance floated in the air, and the thin sunlight that scattered through was like a fleeting glimpse.
The warm breath fell on Song Lingzhi's ears, and her fair skin gradually turned crimson.
Shen Yan's breath was light and slow, and the palm of his hand touching Song Lingzhi's neck was hot.
Song Lingzhi looked up at the dark shadow in front of her, her long eyelashes fluttering in the wind.
Behind him, Lu Chengjing stood up from the ground. Through the vast snow, he could only vaguely see Song Lingzhi stepping on Shen Yan's boots in anger.
With his sleeves fluttering in the air, Song Lingzhi turned and ran.
That pomegranate-red figure was like the morning glow and evening clouds, and the gold and jade hairpins tied in her hair glowed faintly in the setting sun, shining brightly.
Shen Yan walked nonchalantly behind Song Lingzhi, stretched out his hand, and easily embraced her in his arms.
Lu Chengjing could not hear the conversation between the two people, but could vaguely hear Song Lingzhi's laughter, as clear as a mountain spring in the sky.
Perhaps he had been staring at her for too long, Shen Yan, who was walking in front of him, suddenly turned around and glanced at him slowly.
The look in his eyes was chilling to the bone. After just one glance, Lu Chengjing immediately lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him again.
The wind was so cold that it penetrated into the skin and bones. The cold wind lifted up a corner of his robe. Lu Chengjing's thin body was shrouded under his winter clothes.
Yue Xu turned and looked at him.
He was skinny, but his eyes were as bright as the moon.
Yue Xu was personally in charge of the Fu'an Hall affairs, and he knew how much suffering Lu Chengjing had endured in the past years.
I think that New Year's Eve was also the night when Lu Chengjing made a desperate move.
He sighed softly, and rarely felt compassion: "Go back and pack your bags. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
Lu Chengjing's eyes sparkled as he followed closely behind Yue Xu: "Commander Yue, what just happened..."
Thinking of Shen Yan's cold eyes, Lu Chengjing swallowed awkwardly, not daring to express his guess about Shen Yan's identity.
He just asked, "Is Mr. Yan the husband of Miss Song?"
At that time, Lu Chengjing did not dare to imagine that one day he would step into the towering palace in the capital and arrive at the foot of the imperial city.
The Golden Throne Hall is exquisitely built, with layers of eaves surrounding it.
In March, the willows hang down their golden threads.
The lake surface was sparkling, and ripples were gradually rising. Lu Chengjing walked through the flowers and trees, turning around the layers of flower barriers, and his vision gradually widened.
Lu Chengjing was wearing a gray-green robe. He had just entered the palace last year, and all he saw was the prosperity and luxury that he had never seen before.
The capital was a prosperous place, and everyone in the palace was covered in pearls and jade, and wore gold and silver. Lu Chengjing was just a ten-year-old child. If he hadn't followed Yue Xu into the palace, he would naturally not have received a single glance from others. The palace was full of shrewd people, and although they didn't say anything in public, they all despised and disdained him behind his back.
At first, everyone thought he was an orphan brought by Yue Xu from Jiangnan, with no one to rely on. But after a year, no one in the palace dared to look down on Lu Chengjing anymore.
Everyone who stayed to serve the emperor knew that Lu Chengjing was highly valued by Shen Yan. Shen Yan even often asked about his homework.
When the eunuch in charge of the imperial court saw him coming, he smiled and said, "Mr. Lu is here."
He hesitated, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. "The Queen is in the palace. I'm afraid she will bother Master Lu to wait a little longer."
Lu Chengjing bowed. He was born handsome, with a face as delicate as jade. He said, "You are too polite, eunuch."