Leader Lan Palace

Chapter 1776 Five Volumes 73 Snowball Master (7 more)
Wanxi gritted her teeth secretly, and snorted softly, "No matter how fun a sneak attack is, the emperor doesn't need it! After all, the emperor is the emperor, and the emperor can hit whoever he wants, and no one dares to fight back. Why does the emperor even need to sneak attack?" Woolen cloth?"

The emperor still had a snowball in his hand, his left hand bumped his right hand, and his right hand bumped his left hand again, making the white snow ball tighter and tighter.

Veteran snowball fights like Wanxi know what the emperor is doing best - he has a bad heart.

Although the "weapons" for snowball fights are all snowballs, snowballs are different from snowballs, and there is a lot of talk in the middle.Just like how Wanxi hit jade leaves before, she picked up a handful of snow from the ground and swung it over. The snow was the most loose, and it was covered with flowers all over her face. In fact, she had no strength at all, and it didn't hurt.

And if the emperor is like this, repeatedly turning the snowball upside down between his hands, the snowball will be slightly melted by the temperature of the palm, and the pine snow will be compacted.Repeatedly, the snow is compacted layer by layer from the outside to the inside.In the end, the originally soft snow can look like a big iron egg, and it is no problem to hit people with a bruise.

The emperor didn't listen, and snorted, "Of course I know who I'm hitting, and no one dares to fight back. That's so boring! I just want to sneak attack because I don't want to do that."

"Otherwise, how could I have seen you looking up and down at the moment when you turned your head?"

Wanxi's heart slipped through the sweet and sour taste, she didn't want to be happy, but she couldn't help it.

He could only lower his head and ask softly, "... Your Majesty, have you ever had a snowball fight?"
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She just asked about Master Jiu just now, but Master Jiu was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and he never played with him.It may be even more difficult for the emperor.

The emperor squinted at Wanxi, stopped the snowball in his hand, and snorted again, "What's the big deal? I'm still riding a horse in the snow and shooting arrows on the ice."

The Manchus used the method of "running the ice" to attack the Ming army by surprise. Therefore, for the Manchus, Bingxi is not a joke, but a military strategy.Therefore, every winter in the capital, on the frozen Haizi, there are always Eight Banners children performing plays, riding and shooting, encircling formations, etc.The emperor often came to practice riding and shooting.

Wanxi pouted, "I didn't ask the emperor if he could ride a horse and shoot arrows on the ice and snow... The servant asked if the emperor had a snowball fight~"

The emperor still talked about him from left to right, "Didn't you see that I made snowballs? Master is a master at this!"

Finally, Wanxi couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, "Master, let's talk... Master is a master of snowball balls, I'm afraid it's just snowball balls, you haven't played snowball fights, have you?"

The emperor glared at her, then turned around and ignored her.

The earth is silvery white, what is the difference between today's snow and the snow of that year?
He was blinded by the snow light at this moment, and in a trance, he was a child who was less than ten years old.

It's snowing, and he also envies that the children can go crazy at will, but he can't.

He was taken by Ama to meet the emperor, who liked him very much.Ama came back and personally sent him back to his house in Enie, and Ama stayed that night... From the joy of Enie, he vaguely understood that his words and deeds from now on will be related to Ama's great cause closely related.

From now on, he will be taken into the palace by the emperor to raise him personally, then from this moment on, he can no longer be a naughty child.

No matter how snowy it was, he couldn't run wildly in the snow like he did when he was a child, throwing snowballs at each other with Hong Zhou.

In the later years in the palace, he was by the emperor's side. When it snowed, if he really thought about it, he would reach out the window to pick up a handful of snow, and put it in his palm.

The snowball didn't have a chance to be thrown, it just melted in his palm and turned into water.

No one has seen traces to go.

(End of this chapter)