The wind blows the plum blossoms over Guanshan

It snowed at night, and the snowflakes fell down, laying a thick layer on the ground.There is a cold fragrance floating in the room, like plum blossoms with the smell of ice and snow.Smelling the fragrance with the tip of his nose, Changsheng felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a bit, so he stuck his head under the quilt and continued to fall asleep.

In the dream, there is a plum forest, the plum blossoms are red, white and white, all over the mountain, as bright as clouds.Changsheng played the flute among the plum blossoms in the mountains, and the plum petals slowly fell and hit his shoulders, exuding a cold fragrance.Murong Zhaohui was sitting beside him, dressed in light green clothes, with cascading black hair, holding a white jade jug in his hand.When the song is over, hand him a cup.

The two drank and drank, and somehow became entangled.Changsheng was a little stunned, and he didn't mean to refuse in his heart, but his body was getting hotter and hotter.The two entangled for a while, and Chang Sheng felt more and more uncomfortable, and wanted to find an outlet to vent.After a stalemate like this for a while, my head suddenly cleared up, and I woke up suddenly.

Changsheng sat up suddenly, and saw something falling outside the window through the thin window paper.

Is the plum blossom falling?

He stroked his forehead and found himself sweating a lot.

The dream just now...was really ridiculous.It's just dawn, or sleep again.Thinking so, Changsheng pulled the quilt.

"Hmm..." Murong Zhaohui turned around and moved towards Changsheng, his black hair was scattered between the pillows like a waterfall, his belt was not tied tightly, exposing a large expanse of fair skin on his chest.Chang Sheng quickly covered his mouth, stared blankly for a while, and twisted his thigh in disbelief, it would hurt, very painful.Murong Zhaohui...how could he sleep with her?

Thinking of the dream just now, Chang Sheng backed away in shock, knocking his head against the wall, almost screaming out in pain.

Seeing Murong Zhaohui turn over again, with the tendency of waking up, Chang Sheng hurriedly put on his underwear, opened the door like the wind, and escaped.

It was snowing heavily outside the door, Chang Sheng shivered twice from the cold, and dared not go back to his room to sleep.The sky is bright, and the red plum petals are sprinkled on the snow, which has a kind of mournful beauty.There was a cold fragrance floating in the air, Changsheng sniffed it, he had smelled this smell in a dream.He didn't know exactly what happened just now, but he remembered the dream quite clearly.In the dream, he and Murong Zhaohui hugged and entangled like lovers.He still remembered waking up and seeing Murong Zhaohui sleeping beside him, sleeping soundly...

Changsheng was so frightened that he walked slowly on the snow, step by step, scaring away a few small sparrows that were looking for food early in the morning.Back and forth, the snow has gradually become smaller.

"Master Changsheng, Happy New Year!" Changsheng was taken aback, and when he turned around, Yanzi was looking at him with a smile.

Changsheng pulled out a smile: "Sister Yanzi, happy new year."

"Young Master Changsheng, didn't you sleep well last night? Why are your eye sockets dark? You must have been drinking late last night."

Changsheng nodded numbly.

"Is it because you're hungry because you came out so early? I'm afraid I'll have to wait a little while earlier."

Changsheng continued to nod.

"If you are very hungry, my master, I will bring you some cakes that I made yesterday..."

Yanzi quickly ran into the kitchen, came out with a plate of pastries, and handed the plate of pastries to Chang Sheng.Changsheng held a few pieces of pastries, and continued walking towards the distance under Yanzi's suspicious eyes.

When Murong Zhaohui woke up, Chang Sheng was not by his side.Stretching out his hand, he touched the place where Changsheng had slept on his side, and there was no temperature, only shallow dents.

Does this kid usually get up so early?It seems that he is snoozing.

Murong Zhaohui put on his clothes and went out, Xiao Shuang happened to come over with washing utensils.

"Your Highness, you woke up a moment earlier today."

"What about longevity?"

"My servant has never seen Young Master Changsheng this morning, but Young Master often gets up early to go to the martial arts field to practice swords. I am afraid that he may be practicing swords at this moment."

Murong Zhaohui nodded, changed into thicker clothes under Xiao Shuang's service, and went out to watch the snow after washing.

After falling asleep last night, it snowed heavily, and it is still falling, but it has gradually stopped.The thickness of the snow was about two inches deep, and it creaked when stepped on.In the courtyard, under the plum tree, the petals of plum blossoms were scattered all over the ground, and a few small sparrows were jumping and chirping on the snow.

He slept well last night. He thought it would be uncomfortable to sleep with someone else for the first time, but he didn't expect to feel a sense of peace of mind, maybe because that person is a long-lived person.Walking slowly to the training ground, Chang Sheng held a sword in his hand and practiced his sword skills in the fine snow.Affected by the sword energy, the tiny snowflakes scurry about in the air for no apparent reason.Although the young man's figure is not strong, his limbs are slender and fit, and he has a unique sense of beauty when he dances a sword.After the moves were over, Murong Zhaohui asked: "Changsheng, why did you come to practice swords so early in the morning, isn't it a holiday?"

Hearing Murong Zhaohui's voice, Chang Sheng's hands softened, and he almost threw the sword out.When he raised his head, Murong Zhaohui was standing not far away, looking at him with a smile.

"Your Highness...you..." Chang Sheng didn't dare to look into Murong Zhaohui's eyes, he stared at the bird on the treetop, his tongue was tied and he couldn't speak.

Murong Zhaohui frowned, why did Chang Sheng call him "Your Highness" again?

"Didn't you say that you will be like friends in the future?"

Changsheng lowered his head and replied yes.

Murong Zhaohui stepped forward and took Chang Sheng's hand: "Go quickly, it's time for dinner, how can we not have breakfast?" Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment, retracted his sword into its scabbard, and followed behind Murong Zhaohui blankly.

"I asked a few people just now, and they all said they hadn't seen you. Yanzi had seen you before, but he didn't know where you went. Xiao Shuang said that you were probably in the martial arts training ground, so I came to look for you..." Murong Zhaohui said After saying this, looking back, seeing that Chang Sheng didn't say a word, he seemed to have something on his mind.

"Changsheng, what's wrong with you?"

Changsheng came back to his senses and shook his head quickly: "No... nothing..."

"Anything on your mind?"

"No...no...it's just that I drank too much wine yesterday and got a headache..." Chang Sheng looked at Murong Zhaohui while talking.Murong Zhaohui didn't seem to have any strange reactions, as usual.Then... it should be nothing...

It's just a dream.

"Last night..." Changsheng tentatively said two words, but flinched a bit.

Murong Zhaohui guessed what he was going to ask, and said, "You drank too much last night, and I helped you back to your room but you refused to let go, so I slept with you. Could it be that I didn't sleep well and disturbed you?" you take a rest?"

Chang Sheng shook his head hastily, remembering the dream last night, his ears felt hot.

Murong Zhaohui looked at the two circles of blackness under Changsheng's eyes, and felt that maybe he was the one who disturbed Changsheng's sleep. He felt a little guilty, and patted Changsheng on the shoulder: "If you have a headache, let Xiao Shuang and the others make you hangover Tang Lai, take a good rest today." Chang Sheng nodded, keeping his mind on his mind, and remained silent along the way.

Ever since the two slept together, Chang Sheng had a strange expression when he saw Murong Zhaohui.Murong Zhaohui didn't think there was anything wrong with it, he just felt that it would be warmer and easier for two of them to sleep together, but after that day, Changsheng seemed to be as close to him as ever.He used to call him by his name casually, but now sometimes he called His Highness respectfully, which really puzzled him.

For Chang Sheng, the fact that Murong Zhaohui shared the bed with him was extremely disturbing.After he was drunk that night, he dragged Murong Zhaohui to sleep together in a daze. In his dream, he dreamed of hugging and making out with Murong Zhaohui.Although he knew nothing happened, he still felt uneasy when he saw Murong Zhaohui.

Changsheng fell into confusion and anxiety.He has always liked Murong Zhaohui and hoped to follow him all the time, but sometimes he wanted to be closer to him.But now he dreamed that he was hugging and kissing him, and Chang Sheng couldn't understand what he was thinking.Maybe... the dream is just a dream.Dreams are always bizarre, dreaming of this... shouldn't be too outrageous.

In this kind of anxiety, the plum blossoms in the palace of Chu fell, and spring has arrived.

Murong Zhaohui sees that Changsheng is often absent-minded, remembers Da Changsheng's drunken words, and believes that it is because he misses his homeland.However, as his confidant, Changsheng would definitely cause some gossip if he didn't order to return to Dragon City.Since Changsheng didn't take the initiative to mention it, he didn't mention the matter of letting him go home to visit relatives. He just thought that it was more than February, and the peach blossoms had already begun to bloom. Should he find some time to go to Dongting with Changsheng to relax?He remembered that Changsheng had said that he wanted to go a long time ago.

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