No one could guess how the ice was broken between Zhou Gongyu and Xiaoman, and they just thought it was Zhou Gongyu's infatuation that made her change her mind.

On the surface, the two got along well.

The snow fell for a long time, and Xiaoman's cold wind had not healed. Lou Yi told her not to go out for a breath, let alone play with the snow secretly. Han Shi didn't dare to take her out again after hearing Lou Yi's words.

The snow was floating outside the window, and the ground was still thicker.

A few days ago, Jiang Ruoruo burned charcoal in the house without opening the window and almost fainted. Zhou Dingheng ran to the mansion and got angry with the servants in her yard. This time, the whole mansion was paying attention to the charcoal burning.

The room was warm, and Xiaoman leaned against the soft couch, roasting the fire and listening to the maids talking about the market.

When I was drowsy, the door creaked and the cold wind floated in.

Xiaoman just shrank his neck, and the door was gently closed.

The maid stood up and Zhou Qiaoyu brushed her hands.

"No need to give a tribute, I'm just here to see Xiaoman."

When Xiaoman saw him coming, he asked, "Has the snow stopped outside?"

"Not...cough yet!"

Before Zhou Gongyu finished speaking, he turned around to cover his face and coughed, and then sneezes again.

Because Zhou Qiaoyu was kind to others, the servant spoke more casually and whispered: "Miss's cold has not yet healed yet, why did the prince get infected?"

Xiaoman's cheeks were hot, and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Gongyu's expression.

Zhou Gongyu's face was calm.

"It's just that I accidentally caught a cold, it's fine."

The servant responded a few times, but didn't say much.

Xiaoman sat upright and ordered, "You guys go down first, Your Highness and I have something to say."

Zhou Qiaoyu took off his cloak and put it aside. Xixue entered the house and melted it, dyeing her forehead wet.

The thin snow seemed to be melting into his deep eyes, and there were a pair of eyes, which were filled with mist.

He took out another hand hidden in his sleeve and held a little rabbit made of snow in his palm.

It is small and delicate, with two red beans on the eyes, which looks very cute.

The snowflakes were white, making his knuckles redder, and even the palms were filled with the melted cold snow water.

"On the way I came just now, I picked one for you."

Zhou Qiaoyu seemed relaxed and casual to speak, but in fact, how could he use snow to pinch rabbits?

But when it snowed, I saw the palace maid playing with it in the palace, and thought of Xiaoman, and asked the other party for advice before pinching the rabbit into shape.

He made several things, and finally chose the best one to give to her, and took them out of the East Palace. He kept them outside the carriage and was worried that they would be bumpy and broken, but he was afraid that they would melt in his hand.

Zhou Gongyu sat outside the carriage, and the carriage was smooth and slow all the way, sending the little snow rabbit to Xiaoman.

When Xiaoman saw Zhou Gongyu's cold red palm, he thought that he was also infected with the cold, and felt a sense of ignorance.

She took the snow rabbit and didn't look at it much. She opened the window and placed the snow-white ball outside the window.

"Thank you, your highness, don't do these things next time."

After saying that, she handed Zhou Gongyu the hand stove she was holding in her arms.

He didn't answer and forced a smile.

"You don't like it?"

Xiaoman touched his cold fingers and his tone became a little dissatisfied.

"I don't like it, don't do it in the future.

If the Queen knew that Your Highness had caused me cold, she would blame me if she didn't know."

Zhou Gongyu's eyes seemed to be filled with frost and snow outside the house, full of untreated coldness.

Until Xiaoman covered his palms with warmth, the chill was suddenly dispelled.

Xiaoman pulled Zhou Gongyu down and said, "Are you not even cold?

Come and bake it, you see your sleeves are wet."

"Don't take the words of my mother to heart. I will not let her talk about you again in the future."

Zhou Gongyu sat not far beside Xiaoman, and her drooping black hair was resting on his arms.

Xiaoman fiddled with the firewood as a maid, and was frightened by the crackling sparks, so he hid aside, for fear that it would splash on him, so he pulled Zhou Gongyu while retreating.

Zhou Gongyu was originally a little depressed and could not express it, but she was amused by her Xiaoman and let her pull her clothes.

"It won't splash on you."

Xiaoman sighed, feeling embarrassed again, and said, "Why are you here again?

By the end of the year, aren’t there a lot of things in the palace for you to do?”

"I want to see you."

His answer is just this sentence.

In his eyes, the government affairs in the palace were not very important.

Xiaoman was choked by his words and didn't know how to answer them, so he had to say, "You are the prince, how can you do whatever you want?"

Should you stay in the palace to deal with political affairs, what should you waste your time here?”

Zhou Gongyu pondered for a moment and spoke slowly: "It's not a waste of time. I like you, and I just want to stay with you..."

Although she felt a little uncomfortable when she heard this, she was so tired that she lost her temper by him that she had kissed her and was too lazy to care about these things.

"Even if you don't deal with political affairs, do you have nothing to do?"

Zhou Gongyu responded calmly: "No."

Xiaoman glared at him, Zhou Gongyu smiled again and explained: "It's not that he was angry with you on purpose, it's really not."

The smile in his tone gradually faded, and what emerged in his words was a very rare confusion in him.

"I have nothing to like. Since I was a child, my mother has taken care of me tightly. Some fun things will be regarded as fun-loving things.

Dingheng likes riding and shooting, and his mother wants me to beat him.

When he likes poetry and prose chess, I cannot be at a disadvantage.

According to her expectations, everything I learned was what she wanted.

The position of the prince is also something I was born to have to hold in my palm.

Speaking of which, you are the only variable."

Xiaoman was silent and looked at the person in front of him.

Zhou Gongyu rarely says so much, especially about himself.

He is always unpredictable, his words and deeds are even cold and rigid. It seems that people who have nothing to do with him will not blink even if they die tragically.

Zhou Gongyu has many teachers and many staff members around him.

They taught Zhou Gongyu the way of benevolence and righteousness and the king, but they never taught him feelings.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone around him has been arranged.

He had killed his teachers and staff, and executed palace ladies, indirectly or directly dyed his hands blood.

He didn't think that was anything. It was not until he fell in love with Xiaoman that he had the habit of changing his clothes before leaving the dungeon.

"I don't know what I want except you."

"Then why do you want to be the prince?

Since ancient times, those wise kings have wanted to let the people live and work in peace and contentment, and calm the war. What about you?

Have you never thought about this?"

Zhou Gongyu's eyes were as empty as an ice field, and he bent his lips and smiled.

“They asked me to do it, and I did it.

If you like such a king, I wouldn't be able to do it."

"How could it be?

In addition to being forced to do something, you should also have your own purpose.

There is no one who is forced to take the position of prince. If you don’t want to, there is nothing else to do?”

Xiaoman became even more confused and knelt down beside Zhou Gongyu, staring at him motionlessly, as if he thought he was a weird person.

"It's not considered being forced... I just don't know what I should do.

I don't know what else I can do besides these."

Before meeting Xiaoman, his path was very clear and he was settled since he was born.
To be continued...