After walking in silence for a long time, Youmeng suddenly raised her eyes and ran happily under the plum tree: "This piece of plum blossom is so fragrant! And its fragrance seems to be different from those just now!"

"These are "Hanshan Ningbi"." He looked at the flowers, but not at her, "there are the rarest and most precious varieties of green plums."

""There are several plum branches in the corner of the wall, and the cold blooms alone. I know it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance." "Youmeng held a bunch of flower branches and thought it was gentle, "No wonder literati and poets love plum blossoms very much, it is indeed unique."[1]

Mei Zihan's face was still indifferent, without any wind and rain or sunshine: "I didn't expect that the princess also likes plum blossoms."

"Why didn't you think?" She said something, "Don't you give me the right to like such a beautiful flower?"

Plum took two steps after the cold: "Plum is a bitter and cold flower, with a lofty state of mind, and cannot be touched by the hustle and bustle of the world, and cannot be touched by wealth and luxury."

"You mean I can't appreciate its character, is it a ritual?" Youmeng didn't know if he understood it, and did he deliberately try to make a pun like her.

He said lightly: "No, the arrogant and arrogant are separated from the crowd, cold and unfamiliar, and the princess can't stand such coldness."

"The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. I like plum blossoms, and I like it..." She approached, wanting to speak but shy, "A person like plum blossoms..."

He couldn't help but be stunned by her eyes, because in her tender and tender eyes, there was a kind of conviction that was desperate. He was not afraid of anything, but afraid of her sincere eyes.

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Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the plum tree. Youmeng walked in curiously and saw a few maids playing there. One of them covered his eyes with silk, and three or five other maids stood around, watching her wander around. Youmeng knew that this was a game used by the palace maids to pass the time when they were bored. It was called "the blind man recognizes people". She also played it often when she was a child.

She tiptoed up on a whim and was hugged by the blindfolded girl. The girl's hands fumbled on her face, and guessed from her facial features: "You are... Cui'er?"

Youmeng pinched her voice strangely, deliberately imitating the man to speak in a rough voice: "I am not Cui'er, I am Taifu Mei."

Mei Zihan, not far away, saw her so naughty, and her eyes raised slightly, but she didn't say anything.

The girl took off the silk in frightened and realized that she was being teased. All the girls around her, including Youmeng, were laughing so hard that they couldn't help themselves. Even Mei Zihan was infected by laughter, and the ice and snow on her face seemed to have faint signs of melting.

The girl looked at the strange girl in front of her timidly: "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

"I am just a lost fool, attracted by the plum blossoms here." Youmeng smiled insidiously and quietly flew to Mei Zihan for a shallow look. "If there is no one to guard it, maybe I would rather be a 'flower-picking thief' and steal the best flowers here."

The girls were amused by her jokes, but they couldn't understand her implicit sound. Mei Zihan pretended to be innocent and walked away, but even he himself didn't notice it. The moment he turned around, a trace of curve appeared on the corner of his mouth that he shouldn't have.

Memories are frozen here.

Mei Zihan's hand was in a daze and was out of control. He picked up the bowl and sent the fragrant wine into his lips and teeth, and flowed into his throat. The wine she brewed was excellent, clear and sweet, but the extra slight smell always lingers on the tip of his tongue and cannot be removed...

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Notes:

[1] From "Plum Blossoms" by Wang Anshi of the Song Dynasty.
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