In the winter of the 23rd year of Zhaoxi, the Forbidden City ushered in the first snow of that year.
Fine snowflakes, like crushed jade chips, fell silently. Fucha Yuyao stood independently under the vermilion eaves of Kunning Palace, spread out her bare hands, and let the cold and light elf fall into her palms, and immediately turned into an imperceptible wet mark. She was wearing a bright yellow phoenix robe and a emerald phoenix crown on her head. The tassel of east beads held in the phoenix's mouth swayed gently with her subtle breathing. At the age of twenty-eight, fine lines have quietly appeared on the corners of the eyes, and the skin is no longer as smooth as it was when she was a girl, but the nobility that runs through her body is like the glazed tiles of this deep palace, which has weathered the wind and frost and remains still.
"Your Majesty, it's very cold outside. If you catch a cold, it's better to go back to the palace to warm up." The voice of Chuntao, the personal palace maid, was as soft as if she was afraid of disturbing Luoxue, with careful concern.
Yuyao seemed not to have heard of it. Her eyes penetrated the snowy sky and the overlapping palace walls, and she seemed to see herself more than ten years ago - the arrogant daughter in bright clothes and angry horses, riding the horse and whip through the long streets of the capital, the apple of the palm of the powerful minister Fucha Mingrui. The wind at that time seemed to have a flavor of freedom and publicity.
"Chun Tao," Yu Yao suddenly spoke, her voice filled with bone-marrow exhaustion, colder than the air after the snow. "Do you think this person's life path has been engraved on his life chart from the first cry he landed on the ground? Is it not up to anyone at all?"
Chuntao's heart tightened. This question was too serious. How could she answer it? He had no choice but to lower his head deeply, stare at the snow foam on the toes of his shoes, and remain silent.
Intention: Come on an adventure with me