• New Year's Eve came again, and snowflakes fell like flakes, falling on the walls, roofs, palace roads, and dead trees of the Forbidden City, freezing the green grass, and the snow became bigger and bigger all morning.
• 　　During the winter solstice, the palace people who cleaned the path rose before dawn, fearing that they would drop the noble man, and now they had to accept their fate and sweep them as soon as possible.
• 　　"Rong'er, the plum blossoms in Yimei Garden are in full bloom, let's go and have a look."
• 　　The house was burning silver charcoal, which was warm. Xia Dongchun was bored in the house because of the snow. He had long wanted to go out to breathe while the snow stopped, and he was afraid that An Lingrong would be stuffed, so he ran over.
• 　　"Sister, you have to wear a cloak when it's cold."
• 　　An Lingrong couldn't help but worry, and his words were blamed.
• 　　The day just after the snow is not generally cold, what if it freezes?
• 　　"Rong'er, I'm just here to see if you're bored."
• 　　Being blamed for Xia Dongchun can't help but feel guilty.
• 　　"Bored, didn't my sister just say to go to Yimei Garden?"
• 　　An Lingrong nodded with a chuckle and put down the embroidery in his hand.
• 　　"Then let's go."
• 　　Xia Dongchun happily wanted to pull An Lingrong to the chair plum garden.
• 　　"Little Master Xia, don't worry, let the servants put on cloaks for you and little master before going."
• 　　Lan'er thoughtfully took out two cloaks from the closet.
• 　　One white and one red, the red material was newly embroidered with clouds.
• 　　"Rong'er, this cloak is very good, is it also newly made by the Internal Affairs Department?"
• 　　Xia Dongchun stroked the red cloak and loved it.
• 　　"Sister, put it on first."
• 　　An Lingrong motioned Lan'er to tie a cloak for her.
• 　　Not too small, will be just right for summer, winter and spring.
• 　　"Rong Ermei?"
• 　　Xia Dongchun smiled and was very satisfied.
• 　　"Mei, my sister likes it, and my sister has done it in vain."
• 　　An Lingrong looks really beautiful and moving.
• 　　"Rong'er, it was made for me."
• 　　Xia Dongchun was even more delighted. This was the first time she had received a gift from her father and brothers.
• 　　"Sister, let's go."
• 　　An Lingrong tied his cloak, and Xia Dongchun held a small Mrs. Tang in their hands, and the two looked at each other and went out with a smile.
• 　　Yi Plum Garden was built by the late emperor, and was later named Chair Plum Garden after the proposal of Queen Chunyuan.
• 　　The white of Xuefu is like white paper, and the red branches of plum blooming are like a picture on paper.
• 　　"Rong'er, look, it's so beautiful!"
• 　　Xia Dongchun was amazed, and entered the Merlin with his favorite to pick flowers and break branches.
• 　　"The slave greets the little master."
• 　　The director of Yimei Garden heard that the two masters were coming to visit the garden, and they hurriedly came to visit.
• 　　"You are?"
• 　　Quietly standing in the red plum snow, different from the joy of summer, winter and spring, Anlingrong is exceptionally quiet and soft.
• 　　"The slave is Jiang Yingcai, the manager of Yimeiyuan."
• 　　Jiang Yingcai got up, bowed her head, and it was the first time she had met a gentle and beautiful master after entering the palace for many years.
• 　　"Director Jiang, in a few days, it will be the night banquet of the palace. If you can pick a red plum and add a little color, the banquet will definitely be more glorious and gratifying."
• 　　An Lingrong's eyes contain expectations and love for red plums.
• 　　"Little Master is right, Empress Hua has told the minions to take care of the plum garden."
• 　　Jiang Yingcai smiled and flattered.
• 　　"Are you the maid from there?"
• 　　Xia Dongchun's rebuke came not far away.
• 　　"This slave has no intention of making a mistake, and I ask the little master to forgive me."
• 　　With a familiar euphemism, An Lingrong couldn't help frowning, it was Yu Yinger.
• 　　Yu Yinger, a palace girl, was favored by Zhen Huan's poems. She was good at singing Kunqu Opera. She was a woman who sang Kunqu Opera in Yangxin Hall in the middle of the night.
• 　　Yu Ying'er was still a little maid at this time, and she just dropped something. She was looking hard for Xia Dongchun and didn't want to bump into Xia Dongchun. She remembered the maid sister who offended her master and was sent to the Department of Shen Punishment not long ago, so she couldn't help shaking her body in fear..
• 　　"Get up, this little master will spare you."
• 　　Xia Dongchun, who has a lot of restrained temper, can't help but wave his hand when he sees this.
• 　　"Just now, you lowered your head and rummaged through the snow. What are you looking for?"
• 　　Xia Dongchun's close-knit palace maid Xi'an asked carefully.
• 　　"I'm looking for something."
• 　　Yu Ying'er breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.
• 　　"But are you looking for this thing?"
• 　　An Lingrong, who got up, happened to step on a silver hairpin under his feet.
• 　　The silver hairpin is delicate and short, hidden in the sleeves or worn on the hair, which is the only jewelry that can be used by palace maids today without being out of line.
• 　　"Yes... yes."
• 　　Yu Yinger was a little flustered and wanted to get the hairpin back.
• 　　"Give it to her."
• 　　An Lingrong handed the silver hairpin in his hand to Qin'er, and Qin'er returned the hairpin to Yu Yinger.
• 　　"Thank you little master, thank you little master!"
• 　　Yu Ying'er was still kneeling in the snow, and she nipped a few heads in a row.
• 　　"Go down!"
• 　　Xia Dongchun instructed Yu Yinger, and her good interest was destroyed.
• 　　Yu Ying'er lost and found left, she stingy plan to sew the silver hairpin in the skirt.
• 　　"Two little masters, the minions have also retired."
• 　　Jiang Yingcai, who had always been invisible, also hurriedly retired.
• 　　Yu Yinger will appear in Yimeiyuan on the night of the dinner because she is looking for a hairpin!
• 　　"Ha..."
• 　　An Lingrong couldn't help but smile. If Yu Yinger found the hairpin, would she still appear in Yimei Garden to replace Zhen Huan in favor?
• 　　Really looking forward to it more and more.
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