A heavy snowfall at the end of the year covered the entire capital, covering the bustling capital with a layer of silver.
The afterglow of the setting sun hangs in the distant sky, reflecting the whole sky with a golden light, adding a bit of warmth to this cold winter.
Wen Chan was sitting in the sedan chair, with layers of cotton clothes on his body, holding a Tang lady in his arms, his neck was in the furry fox fur, his eyes were slightly closed.
In the severe cold winter, the night came quickly, and there was still light when we left the palace. When the sedan chair was halfway through, it was dark. Yellow lanterns were hung everywhere in the palace, one after another, looking out like stars. little bit.
The emperor held a New Year's banquet, and invited the ministers of the second rank and above in the capital to the banquet with their relatives. As the Ninth Prince, Wen Chan naturally also went.
It stands to reason that Wen Chan should have died.
Before he died, the person he loved the most was sitting by the bed, but Wen Chan couldn't see his final appearance because of his blindness, so he could only slowly fall into a long sleep in the darkness, listening to his breathing.
All his life, Wen Chan was the emperor, standing at the top of the Xiliang Kingdom, but he lived in extreme torment every day, watching what he had lost little by little, and tearing off the veil of hypocrisy that he believed in deeply .
For the first half of his life, he lived in a pile of dirty corpses, and for the second half of his life, he slept in a cold palace. This kind of life really made him feel that there was nothing to love.
He thought that time would smooth out his distorted feelings and heal the pain in his heart, but until he died, he was still in pain.
Wen Chan thought, in the next life, he must have a good pregnancy and live the life he wants.
No worries about food and clothing, few brothers and sisters, loving parents, and it is best to have a childhood sweetheart who grew up together.
Of course, the most important point is to never fall in love with a man.
He made clear arrangements for his next life, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw Ah Fu's young face floating above him, he subconsciously shook his ear, and he didn't react until he heard Ah Fu's aggrieved cry .
Why does this place look familiar
Wen Chan didn't have any next life, he returned to the capital city where he had been for more than 30 years, and he was 16 years old.
Everything in the previous life is like a dream.
At this time, the capital is still peaceful, the Zhong family has not yet rebelled, the father is not seriously ill, and Liang Heng, who has lived in Wen Chan's heart for more than 20 years, has just arrived.
This year, Mr. Liang was old and was approved by the emperor to return home. At the same time, the emperor transferred Mr. Liang's son-in-law to the capital to serve as the servant of the Ministry of Rites. A few days before New Year's Eve, Liang Heng came to the capital with his father.
The Liang family is the home of Zhongming Ding Shi, and it is one of the best big families in Jinling and even in Xiliang. Whether they are in business, official or army, there are descendants of the Liang family, which can be said to be all over Xiliang.
Liang Heng grew up in such a golden nest. He is the eldest grandson of Mr. Liang, a pampered son, and a young man who has attracted much attention.
The first time Wen Chan saw him was at the annual banquet on New Year's Eve. He was dressed in a silver robe and held a flute in his hand. The sound of the flute was faint and soul-stirring.
At this time, he was probably on his way to the palace for a banquet.
Wen Chan turned around and was about to change into a comfortable position when the sedan chair stopped suddenly, and the personal eunuch Ah Fu stood under the curtain and called out in a low voice, "Your Highness."
He replied lazily, without opening his eyes, "What's the matter?"
"The road ahead is icy, His Highness needs to come down and walk for a while." Ah Fu replied.
After hearing this, he moved his neck, opened his eyes, took out Mrs. Tang from his arms, warmed his hands with sable wool, and opened the car curtain.
The young man has red lips and white teeth, black eyebrows and watery eyes, and his face is still somewhat immature, but his brows are as calm as spring water under no wind.
Ah Fu had been preparing for a long time, and when he saw him coming out, he quickly reached out to help him, and slowly picked him up from the sedan chair.
After the snow had passed, many people walked and walked on the road, forming a thick layer of ice. The road in front of us was downhill again. It was impossible to carry a sedan chair, so we had to get down and walk slowly.
When Ah Fu saw that Wen Chan was not wearing a cloak, he immediately got into the sedan chair, took out the dark yellow cloak, and muttered, "Your Highness, your body is weak, so you can't catch cold. It's cold this year. What if you don’t wear something thicker.”
"You're here again..." Wen Chan said weakly while putting on his cloak, "Why are you getting more and more verbose?"
Before leaving the hall today, Ah Fu was thinking about it all the time, begging Wen Chan to wear an extra cotton padded jacket, it was warmer, but with a few layers of cotton padded jacket and a big cloak, the heavy burden on his shoulders made his footprints quite heavy. deep.
"Slave, this is all for His Highness's benefit." Ah Fu always looked out for his sake, making Wen Chan unable to say no.
After Wen Chan put on his clothes, he walked slowly downhill, and Ah Fu followed closely behind him, "Your Highness, the road here is slippery, why don't you walk with the slave's arm."
He glanced at the road below, thinking that if he helped Ah Fu to walk, his hands would have to be taken out of the warm hands, and his hands that had been so hard to warm would soon be freezing cold, so he said righteously, "Ah Fu, do you think your master and I are the kind of people who fall on the flat ground?"
"Of course not, Your Highness!" Ah Fu replied without hesitation.
Wen Chan nodded in satisfaction. Although he thought he would not fall here, he deliberately slowed down and became cautious after hearing Ah Fu's reminder.
It's just that accidents usually come very suddenly. He had just taken a few steps when the sole of his foot slipped suddenly for no reason, and then his whole body lost his center of gravity and fell on the solid ice.
Only one unbelievable thought came to Wen Chan's mind: Did I really fall
Then what made him even more unexpected was that the bulky body slid down and rode away.
Fortunately, after he was dressed properly, his butt didn't hurt too much from the fall, but he couldn't stop the slide, and the speed was getting faster and faster along the downhill terrain.
Ah Fu was scared out of his wits, and screamed miserably from behind, "Your Highness!"
All the palace people were dumbfounded, but the two guards who usually followed Wen Chan reacted very quickly, almost chasing him with light kung fu almost the moment he fell.
Wen Chan only felt his eyes slipping, his feet seemed to bump into something suddenly, the slide stopped, and before he could react, most of his body was instantly eroded by the biting cold, almost immediately, he was so cold that he slapped trembling.
When he regained consciousness, he realized that half of his body was soaked by the cold river water. His trousers and cotton coat were so absorbent that he tried to lift his arms, but he couldn't.
The guards of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting arrived soon, and the two of them worked hard to lift Wen Chan, whose body was full of water, from the river.
Wearing thick clothes has become a disadvantage at this time.
Ah Fu slid down and slid down, barely stopped beside Wen Chan, and shouted in panic, "Your Highness! Are you injured?!"
"It's not hurt, it's just a little cold." Wen Chan's lips trembled from the cold, his teeth trembled after he said a word, and he lost all feeling in his legs.
As soon as Ah Fu touched it, the tentacles were wet, and he immediately took off his cotton coat, "Your Highness, hurry up and change the wet clothes, and put on the servant's."
"No need." Wen Chan pressed his hand and refused, "Let the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting go back to the hall and get another set."
Unexpectedly, Ah Fu burst into tears after hearing this, "Your Highness! If you get frostbite, you will lose this slave's head! The body of this slave is not as valuable as yours!"
While crying, he quickly took off the cotton coat.
Wen Chan didn't expect that he not only fell, but also got most of his body wet. He couldn't help being a little frustrated, and then he took off the wet cotton coat with his hands that were about to freeze.
After putting on Ah Fu's cotton coat, I felt a little warmth. Although the inner coat was still wet, it was better than being completely wet.
The piano, chess, calligraphers and painters were ordered to return to the palace to pick up their clothes, and Wen Chan led Ah Fu along the river. He remembered that there was a small Nuan Pavilion not far to the east of the river.
There are many such small warm pavilions in the palace, warm in winter and cool in summer, which is convenient for the master in the palace to rest his feet. Right now, both of them are wearing thin clothes and cannot withstand the cold wind. Finding warm pavilions can not only avoid the cold, but also change clothes inside .
Wen Chan's memory is still good, and after walking for a while, he found the Nuan Pavilion.
The warm pavilion is not big, closed on all sides, with a window on the left and right, which is shining brightly at this time.
As soon as he saw it, he couldn't help speeding up his pace. Ah Fu bent down and took off his boots because of some snow in his boots and poured it out. He was a step behind Wen Chan. When he approached, Wen Chan said in a low voice, "Just now I found out that the jade token on my body has been lost, so go back and find it for me."
As soon as Ah Fu heard that the jade card had been dropped, it was still worth it, so he hurriedly turned around and went back to look for it.
Wen Chan saw that his back hadn't gone far, then turned around and tiptoed to the window of the Nuan Pavilion, and heard small voices coming from inside.
The woman's delicate smile, which deliberately suppressed her voice, and the man's murmur, are the reasons why Wen Chan deliberately transferred Ah Fu away.
He knew that this matter was no small matter, if the woman in the private meeting was any concubine from the harem, it would be a shocking event, Wen Chan himself was curious, but he couldn't involve Ah Fu in it.
He carefully cut a small hole from the lower corner of the window, and looked in with one eye closed.
This look made him a little disappointed, because the man and woman were sitting with their backs to him, and it was impossible to see what they looked like, but one thing was certain, the man and woman were wearing the costumes of court ladies and guards.
He was not reconciled, so he quietly went around to the other side of the window, cut out a small hole and looked in, and now he could see clearly, the man was unfamiliar to him, but he had some impression of the woman.
It was a maid in a concubine's palace. The reason why Wen Chan remembered her was because Ah Fu once begged him for this woman as a counter meal.
But it turned out that this woman already had someone she liked.
Just as Wen Chan was lost in thought, a fiery breath suddenly came from his ears, instantly staining the tips of his ears flushed, and the familiar voice engraved in his bones was close at hand, whispering, as if he was holding Wen Chan tightly heart.
"What are you looking at?"