Yan Funing asked him, "The tea party has started, should we go?"
"No, let the prince jump around for another two hours."
Two hours later, when dinner is almost over, it's time to settle the accounts.
"Then where are we going?" Yan Fu shrank back, her neck tucked into her fur collar. "Husband, I'm cold."
"I'll take you to a place where you can get warm."
"where?"
"Cold Palace."
"Cold Palace?" Yan Funing's voice rose a notch. She was afraid of being heard, so she didn't dare to speak any louder. She only asked softly, "How could a husband take his wife to the cold palace to keep warm?"
Fu Ciyi smiled and pulled her hand: "Are you afraid of going to the cold palace?"
"What am I afraid of? I have my husband here."
"That's true."
"But I'm still curious, why did you take me to the cold palace?"
"I went there when I was little, so I'll go see her today. Is she still there?"
The cold palace was also a warm place for him.
He wanted to take her to see any place he felt warm.
It's like a secret base in the paddock.
"Who is she?" Yan Funing was curious.
"One of the late emperor's concubines. According to seniority, she is my step-grandmother."
"Okay, let's go take a look."
The couple walked together.
Snow fell on their heads and footprints left behind them, it was quiet and beautiful.
To get to the cold palace, one has to go through an empty corridor.
The corridor is flanked by high walls, making it feel cramped and suffocating.
Fu Ciyi was afraid that she would feel anxious and uncomfortable walking in this corridor, so he gently squeezed her hand and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid." She said with a smile.
Looking up at the sky, she saw heavy snow falling all over the sky, and it seemed as if only she and he were left in the world.
Fu Ciyi laughed along with her.
In fact, countless people have died and been injured in this corridor, and most people dare not walk here.
Seeing her like this, he really couldn't bear to tell her the truth.
After walking for a long time, the couple finally arrived outside the cold palace.
The door is locked.
Yan Funing sighed: "It is indeed the cold palace, ordinary people can't enter."
"With your husband here, why should you worry about not being able to get in?"
As soon as he finished speaking, she felt herself being pulled down by him, her waist being pinched by his hands, and she was then carried by him into the wall.
After all, it is the cold palace. Although the snow covers everything, making it look bleak, the air around is cold.
Very few are popular.
Not only that, the walls of the palace looked dark and gray.
Clearly not angry enough.
Even so, Yan Funing was still shocked by the scene she had never seen before.
The palace is majestic, and it is obvious that this place was not once a cold palace.
The so-called cold palace is nothing more than a concept imposed on people by those in high positions.
"Is this place locked all year round?" she asked.
"Um."
"Then how did you get in when you were little?"
"When eunuchs came to deliver food or other things, the gate would be opened briefly, and that's when I slipped in."
"I thought you crawled in through the crack in the ground." She laughed.
He also laughed and took her hand and walked towards a residence.
"Is there no one here?" Yan Funing was curious.
It was very quiet around and I couldn't hear any sound.
"Yes, quite a few people. It's just that it's cold, and there's not enough charcoal for heating, so they usually stay in bed."
Yan Funing nodded, without asking why he brought her here when there was not even enough charcoal for heating.
Thinking that he brought her here, there must be a reason for it.
The two of them walked onto the corridor.
The corridor was swept by the wind and snow, half of it was covered with snow and half of it was wet.
It's easy to slip when you step on it.
Yan Funing held his arm tightly, and the two walked slowly together.
Soon, they entered a residence.
An old palace maid saw them and asked, "Who are you?"
"us……"
Yan Funing looked at Fu Ciyi beside her. In the cold palace, she didn't know how to introduce herself.
Fu Ciyi said calmly, "We are here to see Concubine Yun."
Hearing the voice, Concubine Yun came out slowly.
Seeing a young man and woman, she narrowed her eyes, but she didn't recognize the people in front of her.
"Who are you?"
Fu Ciyi spoke again: "Grand Concubine, I am Wen Yu."
"Wenyu?" Upon hearing this, Concubine Yun burst into tears. "Long Wenyu, are you still alive?"
"Yes, it's been so long since we last met. Are you doing well?"
"Okay, okay." Concubine Yun nodded and turned her gaze to Yan Funing. "Who is this?"
"She is my wife, Yan Funing." Fu Ciyi introduced her again, "I will bring her to see you today."
"You've finally grown up and married." Concubine Yun burst into tears again, gazing lovingly at Yan Funing. "You're truly a good-looking couple. You two are a perfect match."
The Concubine Yun in front of him looked to be about sixty years old. She was dressed simply, with no hair ornaments on her head, earlobes, neck, wrists or fingers.
She had a pretty face, vaguely reminiscent of her youth. Perhaps due to the passing of time, coupled with the cruel years of confinement in the cold palace, most of her hair had turned white.
She was much older than the concubine living in Prince Jin's mansion and had a lot more white hair.
But she looks kinder than the Toffee.
Yan Funing gently let go of Fu Ciyi's hand and bowed: "Greetings to Concubine Yun."
"My dear child, you don't need to perform formalities in the cold palace. Besides, how can anyone who enters the cold palace have any status?"
Concubine Yun placed her hands on her knees, slowly sat down, and then slowly raised her hands: "Sit down."
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