"Father!" Wei Ling'er made a big fuss in the emperor's bedroom. Judging from his choking posture, Wei Ling'er might have had a fight with the old emperor now.

If it were the great Yang Cheng Nei, in the palace, in front of the old emperor, only Wei Linger would dare to do this.

The old emperor finally got rid of his sleepiness and woke up. He calmed down and saw that it was Ling'er who forced himself to find the gentle tone.

"Why haven't Ling'er rested yet..." The old emperor was sleepy but tried hard to squeeze out a smile.

"Father, if someone cheated Ling'er and made Ling'er sad, what should he do?" Wei Ling'er asked.

The old emperor didn't even think about it and immediately answered Wei Ling'er, "Who is the bastard who dares to deceive me Ling'er! Tell your father!"

Seeing that the old emperor was so angry that Wei Ling'er calmed down, "The father originally promised Ling'er that he would not send him abroad at will after he came back, but now that the second brother just came back, you sent him out immediately. Isn't this intentional dislike the second brother, and isn't this intentional deception of Ling'er?"

Wei Ling'er said everything in a very good way, but she didn't stop at all and was very reasonable.

The old emperor didn't say anything, muttering in his heart, not expecting that what he said to the boy would be heard so quickly.

"Be good at Ling'er, your second brother has his responsibilities, it is inevitable..."

Before the old emperor finished speaking, Ling'er burst into tears. This was her trick that worked in the past. If she was angry and didn't work, as long as she left tears, no one could do it. This time Ling'er was crying so hard that she was heartbroken.

"Oh~ Ling'er stops crying, stops crying..." The old emperor quickly comforted his precious daughter, "Okay! Wei Hechu is staying with our Ling'er in the palace within three months."

"No!" Ling'er wiped away her tears, "One year!"

"It's not possible for one year, five months"

"No! Half a year!"

"Can!"

After such arguments, Wei Ling'er successfully obtained a half-year "break" for Wei Hechu.

At this moment, in the north, although it is in the territorial relationship with Yangcheng, the distance between the two countries is only more than one thousand kilometers. However, because the two countries occupy a huge area, it is revealed on their land all year round, so the people of the two countries habitually call it "Nanyang" and "North Yu".

At this moment when the snowflakes came, Yangcheng in the south could not see a single snow even though it was cold. In winter, the northern city showed a scene of heavy snow covering the silver. Piles of snow fell on the windowsill and lay on the stone steps in front of the door, which was so beautiful.

In the Tsinghua Palace in Yucheng, a white dress was slid across the wooden frame beside the bed, floating on the edge of the bed, and Min Chen was holding a book in his hand.

These days, Shen Zitian has not arranged anything for him. He just hopes that he will not recover from now on, so that he will not threaten him. Shen Muchen was still "resisting", but after a few days, he really did not continue to manage state affairs and lived a free life. In the eyes of outsiders, Shen Muchen has figured it out.

When outsiders see that they are wearing the status of a prince, they only need to stroll around and drink tea every day. This kind of happy life is something that many princes in the country yearn for. After his brother ascended the throne, he picked up a big advantage out of thin air.

Just as he was about to open the book, a white flower suddenly flashed across the corner of his eyes. Wei Muchen turned his head and looked out the window.

"Yandong" he called out softly, then put down his book and sat up from the bed.

The door was gently opened, and the snow outside the door swirled across the threshold with the cold wind. His eyes shivered. He was wearing very thin clothes and could not help resist the cold wind. The door closed, and he walked in from outside the door in a green dress. "Your Highness"

Shen Muchen stretched out a few fingers and pointed it on the doors and windows. "When will it snow outside the door?" His voice was faint, just like the color of the snow outside.

"This snow has fallen yesterday, and it has been at least twelve hours now." Yandong replied looking out the window.

Have you been in so long?

The cold of winter reminded Shen Muchen of the little girl in the temple. When he saw her that day, she only wore a plain dress and was very thin. It was sudden that it was so snowing that she probably didn't have time to prepare a few thick clothes.

"Go and prepare a few thicker winter clothes to send to the people of Qingguan Temple." Shen Muchen added another sentence, "Prepare a few more beautiful women's clothes for Li Wanwei, and do not be luxurious."

"But the clothes made for women in the palace are colorful, and it is unlikely that your highness will say it is not luxurious..."

"Then let the needle office reorganize it." Shen Muchen put the book on his knees and gently lifted the corners of his eyes with his fingers, revealing a faint smile. "She likes simple."

This joy and simplicity finally made Yandong understand Shen Muchen’s intention. His Highness has never cared about the temples of all sizes in the Imperial City over the years. Now he suddenly wants to send winter clothes to Qingguan Temple, which is clearly to cover up the news and send clothes to Miss Li so that Miss Li can have a peaceful winter.

"Yandong understands, let's go and prepare now." Yandong bowed and turned around and stepped out of the hall gate.

Shen Muchen continued to look at the scenery outside the window. It was originally colorful, but now it only has white. The beauty of such snow scenes in the eyes of ordinary people seems a little simpler in Muchen's eyes.

After Yandong left, a black shadow fell off the beam of the house, and the shadow was absolutely silent in the process.

After the man got off the beam, he stood not far behind Shen Muchen.

"Zi Ran, how is this snow?" Shen Muchen closed his eyes, "Do you think it's beautiful?"

The black shadow was called Mo Ziran. Mo Ziran might be as big as Shen Muchen. Maybe this word is used because everyone doesn’t even know how old he is. At that time, Shen Muchen picked him up and saw that he looked similar to him, so he subconsciously thought that he was as big as himself.

There are not many people in this palace who truly understand Mo Ziran's life experience, but they only know that he is the guard beside His Highness Mu Chen.

Ziran's eyes turned out the window, without the agility of enjoying the scenery, his expression was not much, and almost all his emotions were replaced by the word rational. "This snow scene is rare, but Ziran advised Your Highness not to forget the real scene under the snow."

Mo Ziran's voice was very cold. In Shen Muchen's eyes, he was like an emotional organism wrapped in black clothes. Sometimes even Muchen could not understand his inner thoughts.

"Now the relationship between Beiyu and Nanyang looks dull, but flames are already rising behind their backs." Mu Chen sighed shortly.

"Ziran has different ideas from Your Highness." Mo Ziran said, "In Ziran's opinion, it is now the period of high tide in the Yanghe River, and Yang Cheng's military strength is insufficient to cross the extreme waters. Even if he crosses, he does not have enough troops to go to the battlefield to fight."

Shen Muchen turned around, "Yang Cheng is very wild when fighting, you are so confident that they will not take risks suddenly?"

It is indeed very possible based on the old emperor's usual behavior.
Chapter completed!