My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

Late at night, heavy snow began to fall again.

The temperature dropped again.

There was a brazier in the ridiculously large study room in Prince Qi's mansion.

Winter in Beijing is not only cold but also very humid.

Cui Hongqi cherished the paintings and calligraphy in the room, so he set aside a corner and placed a brazier there at all times.

The brazier should be placed far away from calligraphy and paintings, which can both dehumidify and avoid being too warm and dry.

The study room has large windows, allowing ventilation at any time.

In the summer when the sun is very strong, thick curtains are hung on the windows to prevent direct sunlight.

These calligraphy and paintings were his treasures, and the servants already knew how to maintain them, so he didn't need to say much.

Everything was quiet, but Cui Hongqi did not feel sleepy at all.

He stood in front of the desk and drew the last stroke of red with his pen.

Perhaps, only painting can calm his mind at this moment.

He put down his pen and stamped it with his own seal.

His seal is not complicated, it only has two words - "Moyuan".

He put down the seal and looked down at the red plum blossoms and the woman in the painting.

He stared at it like a statue, motionless, and no one knew how long he had been staring.

There is an inextricable emotion in his eyes.

In the painting, there is a forest of red plum trees.

Under the plum forest, a woman in a light lake green dress was picking up a red plum blossom from the snow, placing it to her nose and sniffing it gently.

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, as if she was intoxicated by the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

But there was clearly a hint of melancholy and sadness in her eyes and brows.

Over the years, Cui Hongqi has painted the plum grove in the palace countless times.

But this time I am the most satisfied.

Perhaps, it’s because of the person in the painting.

Or maybe, it’s because of that poem.

In the blank space, there is the first poem "卜算子·咏梅" written by Mei Xueer tonight.

The snow fell heavier and the night grew darker.

The night is too dark, but it can’t hide the tears in the corners of my eyes that I don’t want others to know.

A tear was sliding down from the corner of his eye.

He took out a silk scarf and wiped it off gently.

Then he stared at the paintings on the table.

His eyes began to become blurry.

The prince has been in the study for a long time and there has been no movement.

The guard Zixuan knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered.

Zixuan was anxious, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

A cold wind blew in.

The cold air made Cui Hongqi sneeze involuntarily.

But he coughed up blood.

The bright red blood spilled on the rice paper.

Zixuan was so frightened that he immediately knelt down, "This subordinate deserves death!"

Cui Hongqi tilted his head, watched the blood soak into the rice paper, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine, you go and have a rest!" Without even raising his head, he picked up the pen again and lightly outlined several places where blood was splattered.

Those red plum blossoms seem particularly gorgeous.

Then he spread out the paper again and picked up the pen again.

It is still the same red plum blossom, and still the same woman in the light lake green dress.

The difference is that the blank space is replaced by another poem.

Poems written by Mei Xueer.

It was already late at night when Mei Xueer returned to the prime minister's residence.

When it was snowing heavily outside the window, she fell asleep hugging her pillow.

I slept well in the first half of the night, but not so well in the second half. I kept dreaming.

In the dream, there were red plum blossoms everywhere, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Under the shade of red plum blossoms, there is a small bamboo pavilion with a plaque hanging on it with the words "Lu You" inscribed on it.

A young woman stood quietly in the pavilion.

The young woman was graceful and elegant, wearing a red palace dress and a snow-white fur cloak.

She just stood there quietly, as if she was admiring the plum blossoms, or as if she was waiting for someone.

Mei Xueer walked over and looked at the young woman.

"You're finally here." The young woman looked at her and smiled.

"You, are you waiting for me? Who are you?"

The young woman smiled calmly and said nothing, but walked out of the bamboo pavilion and came to her, "My last name is Mei too."

"You are, Madam Defei?"

The young woman nodded, stretched out her hand, and pointed at the red plum blossoms in the garden, "Don't you think it's strange that there is no snow on these red plum blossoms?"

Mei Xueer nodded.

"That's because I've been sweeping the snow here. As soon as the snow falls, I clean it up for them." There was endless loneliness and desolation in Concubine De's eyes.

"But Madam Defei, if there is no snow on the red plum blossoms, are they still red plum blossoms?"

These words made Concubine De tremble, and she looked at Mei Xueer with an inquiring look.

She had a strange expression on her face, as if she was having a fierce internal struggle. After a long while, she said, "You're right. I actually overlooked it."

The scene suddenly changed.

Mei Xueer saw that Concubine De was lying in the plum forest.

From the corners of his lips, blood flowed, and on the white snow, it looked like red plum blossoms in full bloom.

Mei Xueer was startled and wanted to help her, but her hand passed through Concubine De's body and could not touch her.

She shouted "Empress Defei" loudly, but Empress Defei could not hear her.

She fell in the snow in agony, her body convulsing and blood bubbles coming out of her mouth.

A child crawled out from the depths of Merlin, crying and shouting, "Mother, Mother..."

Concubine De raised her head with difficulty and reached out her hand to the child.

The child cried so hard that he was about to die. It seemed that his legs were broken and he could only crawl forward.

Finally, he crawled to the side of Concubine De.

At the moment when Concubine De grabbed his little hand, her hand slipped and she closed her eyes forever.

"Mother..." The child cried heartbreakingly, "Mother, please don't sleep. It's so cold, you'll freeze. Please wake up soon..."

Mei Xueer suddenly woke up.

It was really like seeing a ghost. I actually dreamed about Concubine De and Cui Hongqi, and it was the scene before Concubine De's death, and it was in a place called "Lu You".

When she woke up, Mei Xueer felt dizzy.

Today is New Year’s Eve.

As soon as Mei Xueer woke up, Nan Xing came up to her and said, "Miss, you finally woke up. Miss An has been waiting for you for a long time."

Miss An? Mei Xueer didn't react for a moment.

"She is the young lady who was clamoring to be your disciple last night." Nan Xing reminded, "She is the only daughter of Minister An of the Ministry of Rites."

Mei Xueer suddenly felt her head, which was already not very clear, even more dizzy.

"What does she want from me?"

Nan Xing grinned, "Miss, don't you know it yourself? You became famous at the palace banquet last night. Everyone in the capital knows your title as the most talented woman in Dazhen."

"Hurry, hurry and send her away. I don't want to see her." Mei Xueer waved her hands in fear.

If An Ran really wanted to ask her some knowledge, she would probably be exposed immediately.

"Miss, he has been waiting for you since dawn and has been waiting for more than an hour. He also didn't allow me to wake you up, saying that he didn't want to disturb your rest. It's New Year's Day, so you should at least go and see him, which is polite."

Mei Xueer thought it would be impolite to just chase him away, so she had to bite the bullet and go out.

An Ran had been sitting in the side hall of Jixuexuan waiting.

Mei Xueer heard her clear voice from afar, "Brother Mei, please stop trying to persuade me. Anyway, if the master is not willing to accept me as his disciple, I will not leave today. I will just spend the New Year here."

"Miss An, why are you doing this?" It was Mei Jiayun's voice, full of helplessness, "My sister came back yesterday and said that she really couldn't bear the title of master. She..."

"I don't care. No matter if she recognizes me or not, I am her disciple anyway! By the way, Brother An, just go and do your own thing. Don't worry about me. I'll just wait here."

Mei Jiayun held his forehead with his hand, obviously his saliva had dried up from talking, but he just couldn't do anything about this girl.

Mei Xueer prepared herself mentally before walking over.

Just as I was thinking about how to reject this talented woman who was as passionate as the desert, my head started buzzing again.

Because, as soon as An Ran saw her, she ran over.

Then, unexpectedly, he knelt down to her knees with a plop.

Ah, well, it’s New Year’s Day and I haven’t prepared any red envelopes.

"Master, Master..." An Ran kept bowing his head and calling "Master".

Mei Xueer was confused. She had a feeling that she would say, "Master, please don't send me back to Huaguo Mountain. That family of three is really a monster..."

When Mei Jiayun saw the girl coming, he looked relieved. He let out a long sigh, said "I leave it to you", and ran away.

Mei Xueer tried to pull An Ran up, but she refused to get up. She patted her chest and assured him, "Master, rest assured. I will never bring shame to your reputation."

Mei Xueer's eyelids twitched when she heard the "dong dong" sound of her patting her chest.

My chest was twitching and hurting as I listened.

She took a look at An Ran's chest and searched for a long time...

Uh, maybe it’s because I took too many photos or took them too hard…

"Master, don't worry. Soft things can't be damaged by hitting them!" An Ran made a few more "dong" sounds.

Mei Xueer: ...It’s already been ruined, okay?