The little rabbit in Su Meng's hand last year has disappeared, but the little rabbit in Song Qingchi's heart last year has arrived. Song Qingchi did not forget to make a little joke with Su Meng: "Such a good rabbit can be roasted easily."

It must be delicious.”

Su Meng lowered her mouth and replied: "Your Majesty, killing is not allowed during spring hunting."

After all, a chariot is not as fast as a horse. By the time we return to the palace, it is already time.

When Song Qingchi returned to the palace, he still needed to review the memorials, but this year there were fewer memorials than in previous years. Some memorials had been read by Qi and Song Dynasties first, and only some important ones came from the palace to the palace during the day.

Su Meng couldn't read anything about political affairs, so she could only read books beside her. However, she consumed too much during the day, and after a while, she fell asleep leaning on the back of her chair.

When Song Qingchi raised his head and saw Su Meng frowning and leaning on the back of the chair with the book still on her lap, Song Qingchi came over and put Su Meng's book on the table. Only then did Song Qingchi bend down to hug it.

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Su Meng was already heavier than before. It was a little difficult for Song Qingzhi to hold him up, but he still carried him to the bed safely and covered him with a quilt. Su Meng's sleepy eyes heard Song Qingzhi saying to him: "Sleep first."

Bar."

This sleep was very peaceful. When Su Meng woke up, Song Qingzhi was still sleeping quietly beside him.

Su Meng's nose rubbed against Song Qingzhi's skirt. Song Qingzhi raised his hand habitually and pulled Su Meng into his arms.

The Sunset Lake in the daytime is also very beautiful. The flat lake surface is sparkling, and the wind blowing across the lake is still carrying the chill of early spring. Song Qingchi stretched out his hand to gather Su Meng's cloak, for fear that he would be affected by this early spring.

Catch a cold in the cold weather.

Su Meng smiled and accepted Song Qingchi's little actions, and the two of them got on the boat together.

This time the boat was much more spacious than the previous ones. In the past, Song Qingzhi was not interested in those folk gadgets, but Su Meng had been in the palace for a long time and could not leave the palace. Song Qingzhi also specially bought some folk gadgets.

Put it on the boat with snacks.

"Wow," Su Meng's eyes were shining as she looked at the things on the boat, looking left and right, very interested in these new things.

Song Qingzhi sat next to him, picked up a bamboo dragonfly, put it by the window, pressed its wings with his hand, and saw its wings swinging, slowly flying forward, and after a while, it fell into the water.

Su Meng became interested in this and pressed its wings with her hand, watching the bamboo dragonfly go away.

In the Imperial Palace of Qi State, everything is resplendent under the glazed tiles, and the Taiye Pond is full of emerald green.

The concubines in twos and threes by the lake were holding palace fans and walking with demure steps by the lake. When they arrived at a pavilion, when they saw the people sitting inside, they all bowed their knees slightly and saluted.

Only when he knew he was far away did he dare to face the people walking around him through the fan and say, "Why is she here today?"

"I'm afraid I'm too bored, so let's just come out and sit for a while today." The person traveling with him casually found an excuse and ended the topic.

The person sitting in the pavilion was looking at the lake and stroking the eight-tailed phoenix hairpin in her hand. The palace maid next to her whispered a few words. She nodded and said, "Oh~ Since they are looking for that person, let's introduce him quietly.

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The palace maid bent her knees and slowly retreated.

The woman reached out and grabbed a handful of fish food from her hand and threw it into the calm lake. For a moment, the koi in the lake jumped up to grab the food, disturbing the calm spring pond.

After the Chinese New Year, February comes again in a blink of an eye.

In February, arrangements for this spring's Spring Festival in Xi'an were already underway. Song Qingchi looked at the list of entourage members that had been prepared, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Liu Fu felt His Majesty's emotional fluctuations, thought for a moment, and stepped forward to say: "Your Majesty, why don't you find someone to sacrifice on your behalf during the Spring Festival this year?"

During the years when Song Qingzhi was in power, he visited Ximin Mountain in person every year. When the late emperor was in power, he only did so five times in person, so now His Majesty is considered to be particularly sincere.

Song Qingchi glanced at the list, thought for a moment, and then said: "No need."

Su Meng was born in Liang Guosheng, but when she arrived in the North, she was particularly afraid of the cold.

When Song Qingzhi arrived at Jinghe Palace, Su Meng was sitting in the study. There was no open fire in the study, so the fire was all earth dragons. Su Meng knelt down beside the book table and was drawing flower and bird totems, holding a hand in the other hand.

There is a small heater.

Song Qingchi came in and hugged Su Meng. The warmth in his arms was far more fervent than that of Earth Dragon.

Su Meng turned her head, and Song Qingzhi kissed Su Meng on the corner of her lips. As they rubbed their ears and temples together, all the cold air that had just been brought in from outside the palace was gone.

Song Qingzhi looked at Su Meng's words and drew a few more strokes on it. The bird with its head raised that was originally standing on his finger suddenly had a companion flying from a distance.

"This year, you should accompany me to the Spring Festival."

Song Qingzhi did not stop painting, but Su Meng's body stiffened.

"Your Majesty cannot bring anyone in the palace with you when you go to offer sacrifices," Su Meng replied.

"It doesn't matter," Song Qingchi painted a few tail feathers, "I'll just take you out quietly."

It’s spring again, and in just one year, life has been turned upside down.

The April sunshine was still cold, and Song Qingzhi was sitting on a sixteen-horse carriage, which drove all the way out of Kyoto.

This year's carriage was different from last year. The man who was accompanying His Majesty and wearing the uniform of a chamberlain took off his hat and revealed his entire face. His face was different from others in that he was handsome. It was Su Meng who was brought out by Song Qingzhi to hide his appearance.

Su Meng took off his hat. There were only two of them in the car, so naturally there was no need to cover up.

Song Qingzhi stretched out his hand to comb the broken hair on Su Meng's head and tidy up his hair crown.

Su Meng quietly opened the curtain a little and saw that she had now left the city. Where she passed by outside the city, she could see a large field of crops. The crops had not grown yet, only some grass had just grown. From a distance, they were in full bloom.

Become a piece of green.

Su Meng was still a little worried and said to Song Qingzhi: "Your Majesty, are you sure that no one will notice this?"

Song Qingzhi was much calmer. He took Su Meng's hand and said, "Don't worry, the people I keep around me this year are my own people and they won't be leaked."

Su Meng was afraid of trouble, but he was also afraid of causing trouble to Song Qingchi.

He knew that the identity he was wearing now was false, and he also knew that Song Qingzhi had spent a lot of effort to hide his identity, but when he heard Song Qingzhi say such a vow, he felt a lot more at ease.

When they arrived at Ximin Mountain, Su Meng got out of the car with Song Qingchi. She was covered by her large chamberlain hat, but she still lowered her head and followed Song Qingchi.

The ceremony officer and Qin Tianjian kowtowed to Song Qingzhi, but no one noticed anything wrong with the chamberlain standing behind Song Qingzhi.

Song Qingzhi just said a few words and asked them all to retreat. After they retreated, Song Qingzhi entered the palace.

When they reached the courtyard and the door was closed, Su Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Song Qingchi turned around and took Su Meng's hand.

"Your Majesty." Su Meng whispered, and was lifted up again in one breath.

The expression on Song Qingchi's face was no longer as cold as it was when he was just entering the palace. There was a smile in the corners of his eyes. He looked at Su Meng and said, "It doesn't matter, we are all our own people here."

When he woke up the next day, Song Qingchi had already begun to prepare for the spring festival on the mountain, while Su Meng was still dreaming.

Just like countless times when I woke up, Song Qingchi always left first.

He lowered his head and kissed Su Meng's forehead, and said, "I will come back to accompany you after the sacrifice today."

Su Meng hummed and fell asleep again.

Su Meng also visited the Ximinshan Palace last year and was quite familiar with this place. After breakfast in the morning, she quietly walked around the backyard. When she had lunch, Song Qingchi hadn't come back yet, so he leaned on the
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