The two of them stayed together inseparably for the entire day.
After getting up in the morning and having breakfast, they walked hand in hand in the snow-covered courtyard. The warm winter sun penetrated the thin clouds, casting tiny golden rays on the white snow, making people feel warm all over.
Xie Yun deliberately slowed down his pace and matched Zheng Wanqing's steps, his boots leaving side-by-side footprints of varying depths on the snow.
A few red plum trees in the east corner of the courtyard are in full bloom. A thin layer of snow covers the twisted branches, but it cannot conceal their bright colors.
As the fragrance floated in the air, Zheng Wanqing let go of Xie Yun's hand and ran to the corner, holding up her skirt. She stood on tiptoe and used her slender jade fingers to brush away the snow on a red plum blossom. The snowflakes fell and wet her cuffs.
"Slow down." Xie Yun's voice mixed with warm breath came from behind her ear. He hugged her from behind, and the wide hem of his military cloak wrapped her thin body tightly.
"Look!" Zheng Wanqing held the red plum blossom in front of the two of them. The water droplets on the petals looked crystal clear in the sunlight.
Xie Yun gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head, his eyes always fixed on her blushing face: "Well, this year's red plum blossoms are more beautiful than ever before."
Zheng Wanqing heard the hidden meaning in his words, and her ears turned even redder. She glanced at him in reproach, but couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled softly.
With a roll of her eyes, she slipped her cold hand into Xie Yun's collar when he wasn't paying attention, freezing him so much that his whole body stiffened.
Zheng Wanqing was smiling triumphantly when she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist. Her whole body was pinched and lifted up. She was so frightened that she let out a low cry and hurriedly hugged Xie Yun's neck.
Xie Yun looked up at her, the white breath he exhaled condensed in the air: "Are you scared now?" He suddenly lifted her up and pushed her against the plum tree, shaking the branches so that snowflakes fell from them. "Who complained about the sore waist this morning?"
A branch of red plum blossoms slanted between their bodies, its cinnabar-like petals against Zheng Wanqing's rosy cheeks. Snow fell on her eyelashes, and just as she was about to blink, Xie Yun had already lowered his head and kissed away the coldness.
He pressed his lightly calloused palms against her lower back and rubbed them gently. His warm lips slid down her neck and lingered at her collarbone.
"Yumin!" Zheng Wanqing hurriedly held down his hand that was untying the tie of the fox fur coat. She caught a glimpse of a maid standing far outside the moon-shaped door, with the broom in her hand falling to the snow. The maid blushed, picked up the broom and turned around to run, almost tripping over her own skirt.
"Someone's here, let me go." Zheng Wanqing's cheeks were burning, even her earlobes were stained with rouge, and she angrily hit his shoulder: "You are like this when you are together, and you are not afraid of shame."
Xie Yun let go with a low laugh, and held her in his arms. He gently scratched her round nose and said in a low voice: "Well, I'll deal with you tonight." After that, he gathered up her scattered fox fur and tied a knot at the tie with his fingertips meaningfully.
As the sky darkened in the afternoon, a fine snow fell quietly, rustling against the window frames.
The heating in the warm room was burning brightly, making people drowsy.
Zheng Wanqing leaned against a brocade pillow with a lotus pattern, holding a white jade chess piece between her fingertips and gently tapping the sandalwood chessboard.
"It's your turn." She suddenly made a move and captured Xie Yun's dark horse, with a cunning light in her eyes.
Xie Yun raised his eyebrows and looked over, discovering that she had stacked two red cannons together without him noticing. This move was obviously Zheng Yuheng's favorite move.
"Madam's chess skills..." Xie Yun hadn't finished speaking when he saw Zheng Wanqing reaching out to touch the chess piece he had just stepped off. She pretended to be calm and cleared her throat: "That move just now doesn't count. My hand slipped."
Snowflakes swirled down outside the warm room. Xie Yun lowered his head and chuckled, deliberately pushing the teacup towards the chessboard.
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