C38 First Snow

The night comes, the wind blows, and the rolling snow falls all over the place. Everyone said that this was a good omen, reflecting the harvest of the next year. Compared to the coldness of Wanshou Palace, Qingzhi was sitting with everyone around the charcoal basin, calling all the night palace maids and eunuchs to come in to warm up. There was a lively scene in West Side Hall