Xia Yitong lay on the pillow, buttoned the buttons of her pajamas on the opposite side, and tugged until her throat, shivering and trembling. But she was frozen to death. The warmth of the air conditioner was completely different. When you tried the heating in the north, the natural warmth of each toe felt, you were allergic to the air conditioner in the south in winter.

Xia Yitong has houses in the capital, and she rests there when she has time in winter. She doesn’t go back to S City very much. The heating there stopped and then went back to the south. If she ignores the reality that she has less than a few days off a year, she will live a happy life.

"Teacher Lu, I'll go and fill a hot water bag." Xia Yitong lay in the air-conditioned room, her feet, which were still frozen as cold as lead, rubbed each other on her calves, accumulated a little warmth, got up quickly, and stepped into her plush slippers.

Lu Yinbing saw a gust of wind blowing out of the camera. In less than ten seconds, Xia Yitong, who was holding the hot water bag filled with hot water, came back and got into the quilt with a hurried look. Teacher Xia, who had just shrunk into a ball, was immediately resurrected with blood, stretched his hands and feet, and sighed long.

Lu Yinbing's face was on the screen on the bedside table, smiling very well: "Teacher Xia, I respect you as a man. Usually, I would rather freeze to death on the bed than get up at all."

Although she is from the north, she sometimes films in the south, and is still the kind of place that is close to the middle without heating.

Xia Yitong asked her with her head in a slant, "What should I do if I urge myself?"

Lu Yinbing said: "Troubleshoot it at one time before taking off your clothes, and then hold it until the next morning."

Xia Yitong applauded her: "It's amazing my teacher Lu."

Seeing her pursed lips, Lu Yinbing didn't know that she was making fun of her. She was so bold? She immediately secretly grinded her back teeth and decided to write another note to Xia Yitong on her little notebook in her heart, and she would pay it back in the future.

Xia Yitong didn't know what kind of "torture" he would be. Xia Yitong had a long holiday. Because the progress was ahead of schedule, the crew was not very busy in the later stages. Lu Yinbing had no scenes to film the next morning. The two of them talked one by one, and they talked until twelve o'clock in the evening. When they watched each other yawn, they almost burst into tears.

"Go to sleep," Lu Yinbing said first.

Xia Yitong said, "Good night." After seeing again, Lu Yinbing had fallen asleep directly, with his face sideways, facing the camera, and he didn't even press the hang-up button.

The two chatted for half a night, and the charger was connected to the iPad, so there was no need to worry about the loss of electricity at night. Xia Yitong simply turned on the video, changed her sleeping position, and looked at Lu Yinbing's sleeping face to fall asleep.

It was a rare day to relax. The two of them turned off the alarm clock tacitly and slept until they woke up naturally.

At five o'clock in the morning, Lu Yinbing woke up once, groped in the light, looked at the time, and fell asleep again in a drowsy manner. At half past eight, her brain and body announced that she had finished resting and could wake up.

My hand moved slightly, opened my eyes, and saw the energy-saving lamps in the hotel room.

"Good morning, Teacher Lu." A familiar voice came from his ears. Lu Yinbing was a little confused and woke up in an instant. He thought Xia Yitong appeared in his bed in an instant. It was wrong, so he must have dreamed again?

"Teacher Lu, you don't even look at me?"

Lu Yinbing turned her face and saw Xia Yitong...the face on the screen. She was sitting in the sun, wearing a fleece white sweatshirt, her face covered with halos sifted from the sun on the roof. She was not sitting very well and a little lazy. She was holding a meat bun in her hand, and she was having breakfast.

"Good morning, are you going to run?" Lu Yinbing yawned and woke up and napped.

"Well, I bought breakfast by the way."

"I asked Xiaoxi to buy me some breakfast, and I got up." Lu Yinbing just got up from the bed, and the warm heat in the quilt was far away. He shrank back and gave up, "Forget it, I'll sleep for a while."

Xia Yitong smiled with a soy milk straw in her mouth. She laughed until Lu Yinbing glared at her, and then she said, "I'll go back one day early."

Lu Yinbing: "Why?"

Xia Yitong said: "I will warm you up."

Lu Yinbing deliberately teased her: "Did you take off all that warmth?"

Xia Yitong pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "It's not impossible, but..."

But both of them knew that they were not living in the same room now, and the hotel had surveillance, so they could not visit each other casually, let alone sleeping in the same bed. Even if they could not do anything, Xia Yitong also ended her holiday in advance and joined the crew. She wanted to see Lu Yinbing, not through the screen, but through the real, and secretly handed the words with her eyes.

The days entered 2017. Just after New Year's Day, the first snow of the New Year came. Qin Hanlin's hair was white because of the snow. There was very little heavy snow in the south, but it was his personal insistence that he would wait until it snowed. If the snow really did not meet his expectations, he could only follow the conventional method, white lime and foam, and use special effects to save it later.

The weather was beautiful, and the snow gradually turned from snow seeds to goose feathers and it fell all night.

The crew stayed up all night, but no one saw any fatigue. In the early morning, the entire palace was covered with silver clothes. The peach blossom branches in the courtyard that had not yet been waiting for spring to return became more and more green, and the air was quiet and wet.

The last scene was, and Qin Hanlin waited for this for so long. Xia Yitong couldn't help but feel nervous. She clasped her hands and held them, and the fingertips to her palms were cold.

Lu Yinbing used a wide sleeve to cover her hand while the person was not paying attention, held it on the back of her hand, patted it, and whispered: "Don't be afraid."

Xia Yitong looked at her, took a deep breath, and nodded.

Qin Hanlin didn't say much about the play, and after a few words, they asked them to make up their emotions.

The field clerk: "The first time in the snow is "Breaking Snow"... "In the Snow."

After so many years of war and killing, the Chu State took back its hometown, and the country was settled. It was discussed that the whole country would celebrate. In the war, Jing Xiu ascended the throne, and now he would pay homage to heaven and ancestors again according to the ancient system and inspect the capital. However, the court officials broke the heads of the new king in the previous dynasty because the new king wanted to give Concubine Chen Qing the queen, and they all tried their best to advise. Chen Qing was unforgivable to communicate with the enemy and treason. Without a thousand knives, he was not enough to calm the anger of the people, and was not enough to comfort the wronged souls of tens of thousands of soldiers underground. Moreover, as the great concubine, she was indifferent to the ethical principles. They did not scold the new king, but only cursed Chen Qing as a lowly vixen. When literati scolded people, it was even more unpleasant than those in the market.

The court was as chaotic as the Caishikou, and there were all curses. If he hadn't been the new king, the people below would have pointed at his nose and scolded him.

Jing Xiu scolded him, ignored him, insisted on doing so, and ordered the palace servants to prepare the queen's wedding dress. So this morning, the counselor and the Minister of Rites collided and died on the pillar of Zhaoyang Palace.

The bodies of the two court officials were covered with cloth and pulled down. Jing Xiu looked at several lie ministers below who said, "If you don't give in, I will immediately hit the pillar." After a long time, he sighed: "Stop, let's discuss this matter later."

He didn't take the chasing, but just took a personal prisoner and walked aimlessly in the palace. He didn't know why he insisted like this? Even if the people were resentful, even if the country endangers the country, and even if the whole world opposes this marriage, he just wants Chen Qing to become his dignified and only wife.

He wants to marry her. Even if he hates her, yes, he hates her.

She hated him too, tortured each other but refused to let each other go.

It’s like two hedgehogs hugging each other for warmth in the cold winter. If they don’t let go, they will stab each other to death. If they let go, they will freeze to death in the heavy snow.

It's snowing...

He raised his eyes and looked at the plaque on the hall door in front of him - Yuxiu Palace. His eyebrows didn't even move. He had long been used to walking here without realizing it. He lifted up the hem of his robe and stepped in.

As if he had expected him to come, the other party sat obliquely on the railing at the door, leaning against the pillar, and hanging on his naturally drooping fingers on his knees, he hooked a bronze mask. The red rope wrapped around his tail fingers a few times, bright red, and the red jade hairpin on his hair shines together.

Jing Xiu walked over, naturally wrapped her hand with her palm, vented her breath, and asked with concern: "Why did you come out?"

Chen Qing raised his hand, showed him the mask he was hooked, tilted his head, and said softly: "I want to dance, but I haven't danced for a long time."

Her voice was not the determination when planning, nor the cold and ruthless meeting in the military camp, but the light, relaxed, and even a little playful and charming, which was towards her lover.

“Can I dance?”

Jing Xiu hesitated and did not speak.

Chen Qing looked at him with her clear eyes for a moment. His snow-white hands gently held his palm, shook it, and said softly: "A Xiu, is that okay?"

"Okay." Jing Xiu smiled and nodded.

"You can solve this for me, it's so heavy."

Jing Xiu raised his hand and untied the dark black cloak on her body, held it in his hand, and pushed away her hair wrapped around her clothes, revealing the white gauze and blue lining inside. The skirt was as snowy as the exposed collarbone, neck, and lower abdomen were like the moonlight, which instantly amazed his eyes.

Chen Qingzhang's arms turned around in front of him and said, "I can't find the original clothes. I got a similar one. Do you think there is any difference?"

Jing Xiu looked at her seriously for a long time and said gently: "Same, but it's too cold. Let's dance in the house."

"No, it won't be cold for a while. There is wine there, so you can sit there." Chen Qing chuckled and stretched out his index finger and pointed it at the tip of his erect nose. "I'm going, I'll watch it."

The moment she turned around, the sadness in her eyes was so intense that it almost overwhelmed the world.
Chapter completed!