壹雪天折业安四年,汴京,鹅毛大雪。已是隆冬,朝廷各部都趁着年尾之前将事务归整妥当。正是等待安心过年的时节,偏有一人的折子,穿过漫天无声的雪花,接二连三地递到了宁瞻的案头,打破了寂静的皇城。宁瞻放下参茶,靠在椅背里,揉了揉眉心:“还是她的折子?”“回皇上,是。”宁瞻伸出手,将折子伸展开来,眉眼温柔,修长的 One snowy industry Yuxian four years, Bian Beijing, goose snow. Is already in the winter, the ministries of the court are taking advantage of the end of the year before the business properly. It is the time to wait for the Chinese New Year with peace of mind that the one-of-a-kind excercise crosses the silence of the snowflakes and delivers them to Ningzhan’s desk one after another, breaking the silence of the imperial city. Ning Ning put down the tea, leaning back in the chair, rubbed his eyebrows: “Or her break? ” “Back to the emperor, yes.” Ning Zhan extended his hand, stretching out the excercise, gentle facial features, slender of