In the twelfth year of Changxi, winter.
The capital of Tiansheng Dynasty, Dijing.
Woke up early in the morning with misty mist floating between the sky and the earth like a thin curtain, falling on the deep red and bright glazed tiles of the Autumn Mansion in Xihua Lane, forming a layer of light pink and white, which is covered under the snow-colored frost flowers The crimson color becomes a little bit brighter, and turns into a bit warm and lovely, like a frozen fruit that has been frosted.
jelly...
Feng Zhiwei swallowed her saliva, and touched her belly that suddenly started to growl.
The bright red persimmons that are ripe in late autumn have been frozen in the first snow in early winter. Add some of the best honey from Jiujiu, and put them in Jingfeng thin-bodied snow porcelain cups. Like jade, it slid into her lungs, soothing the lingering hotness in her lungs.
It's a pity... that seems to be the enjoyment of the previous life...
Feng Zhiwei raised her head in fascination, sighed vaguely, waved the broom lazily, and swept the snow on the road into the artificial lake beside the road.
The handle of the broom is cold and there is still a little bit of frozen snow. Ordinary people would feel cold when they look at it, but Zhiwei is holding it comfortably. She just feels the coolness, which is really refreshing.
Suddenly there was the sound of clinking rings from behind, followed by a rich aroma, Feng Zhiwei didn't turn around, but smoothed the broom in his hand, some condensed ice beads rolled on the ground in front of him.
"Hey, isn't this Miss Feng from my family?" The female voice behind her smiled, and there was a contemptuous chill in that smile, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"
"As you can see." Feng Zhiwei turned her head and gathered the broom, "Sweeping snow."
"How can you let a noble nephew do this kind of servant work?" The woman is in her twenties, with exquisite makeup, the corners of her eyes are slightly raised, and a touch of silver red rouge is applied. Dimple makeup", "If your uncle knows, I don't know how to feel distressed."
Feng Zhi smiled slightly, lowering her eyelashes.
"Uncle has a lot of things to do every day, how can I bother him with such a trivial matter? It is enough for my five aunts to love me."
"That's right, your uncle is also the commander of the five armies and the commander of the Feiying Guard. He is the number one military general in the Tiansheng Dynasty. He really doesn't have time to deal with the affairs in the backyard. You know how to measure it. Auntie must take care of you more." Fifth Yiniang, who fell out of favor, looked at Feng Zhiwei's gentle and drooping face with satisfaction... This girl has always had a good temper, no matter how much she pinches her, she won't get angry. I never thought that the embarrassing aunt of the Qiu family would give birth to such a gentle daughter. .
"Why is Auntie coming out alone today?" Feng Zhiwei stepped aside humbly, with the broom on the sidelines, simply omitting the word "five".
Wu Yiniang was in a good mood when she heard this address, she lazily rested her slender fingers on her lips, and the bright red Koudan on her fingers made her eyes flutter, and said with a smile: "It is said that someone came from the front, maybe I need to wait... Well, you don't need to wait too long asked."
Feng Zhiwei lowered her face, her face was expressionless... Tiansheng Dynasty had open folk customs, and the royal ministers were even more dissolute. In daily communication, sharing beauties and giving concubines to each other is common. The love has not faded but the love is gone. I am lonely in the autumn mansion. I dressed up and went to the front yard alone in the early morning. I probably heard that some noble person is here. I want to have a "stunning encounter" or something, or carp Turn over and change the world.
I just don't know which unlucky guy came.
"How can there be no one around my aunt?" Feng Zhiwei put down the broom and reached out to help Fifth Aunt, "I'll help you."
"Don't! Your hands are dirty!" Fifth Yiniang snapped her hand open, looked at her snow-stained fingers in disgust, and at the abnormal reddish complexion between her brows, and took a step back like avoiding the plague.
Feng Zhiwei smiled humbly, retracting her hands into her sleeves.
"You are also fifteen years old. It's not a problem to stay in this backyard all the time." Fifth Auntie stood by the snowdrift and glanced at her sideways. The son of Guanshi Liu in the courtyard looks good to me."
That's right, I've been studying in a private school for five full years, and I haven't memorized the "San Zi Jing".
Feng Zhiwei was still smiling, and the smile became more gentle and quiet, and the eyes on the yellowish complexion flowed mistyly and sweetly, and gradually gave birth to a bit of charm and beauty like flying lights.
Fifth Yiniang glanced at her, and her heart moved... This girl, if it wasn't for her poor complexion, she would be really pretty. No wonder some people say she looks like that person...
But what about good looks? Such a notorious background, but also a sick seedling who will not live long, with a beautiful face and empty flowers, is destined to bloom and fail in the mud.
She smiled coldly, feeling that she had talked enough with this girl today, how could she feel this way in the past? If it wasn't for the fact that King Chu came down and invited her to have a private meeting in the backyard, and she was overjoyed, she wouldn't have taken care of this girl's lifelong affairs.
She raised her face and snorted coldly, thinking of His Royal Highness King Chu who was known as the most beautiful and romantic in the Tiansheng Dynasty, and thinking that she would be able to escape from the lonely days in the Qiu Mansion, her brows and eyes were full of joy, and she walked away.
"Chi..."
Her feet suddenly slipped, and she stepped on a small but slippery ice bead. The fifth lady couldn't stand, and she leaned back. She let out an exclamation, and subconsciously stretched out her hands to scratch. Her fingers were about to touch one side and stuck in the snowdrift. broom.
Feng Zhiwei suddenly took the broom away.
Fifth Yiniang caught an empty space and landed on the ground with a bang. The ground was covered with a thin layer of floating snow on top of the ice, which was very slippery. As soon as she landed, Fifth Yiniang slid out, and in front of her was the freezing lake that was so cold in the severe winter. .
Fifth Yiniang turned around in a dizzy state and couldn't help shouting in panic: "Help me! Help me!"
Feng Zhiwei watched the woman slide past, slowly put her hands back into her sleeves, and said softly: "Don't, my hands are dirty."
"Plop!"
The sound of the body falling into the water sounded like an understatement. Fengzhi smiled, took the broom and walked to the shore, Wu Yiniang was a little watery, and struggled to splash in the water. The water was so cold that her face froze instantly. With a pale blue color, the oily bun fell down and stuck to her face wetly, like black snakes wandering around. She seemed to be too cold to scream, and she seemed to know that Feng Zhiwei would not save her , only desperately swimming towards the shore.