The white veil in the Yaoguang Hall rose and fell, cutting a pale and weak arc in the air. {We don't write novels, we're just online text porters—the white smoke of the desk is disturbed by the cold wind brought in by the veil, and it curls up, gently brushes the spiritual position, silently, and retains; Traceless, dissipated.

The plain white lanterns are lit with white candles, fluttering in the midst of loss; There are white daisies in the pure white porcelain vase, and in the loneliness, the fragrance is faintly floating.

In the past, it was flashy, dyed with frost overnight, and blown snow overnight. Everywhere you look, there is white, pure and immaculate white, bleak and cold white. Such as the light dust of the dead face, like the light dust of the snow.

"Queen, is she still not eating today?" Murong Qian's voice sounded low in the fallen leaves outside the hall gate.

Qingnu glanced at the porcelain bowl in his hand, and the cold bird's nest porridge was smooth and clean with jade, and the wall of the fine porcelain bowl was condensed. She sighed and shook her head at Murong Qian helplessly: "Lord, go and take a look at Niangniang, she is not in good health, so ...... tossed like this."

Murong Qian raised his hand to stop Qingnu's words: "Let's go and boil a bowl again!" ”

After a slight hesitation, Qingnu retreated, and when she returned again, Murong Qian was still standing in place, with a thin layer of residual leaves piled on his shoulder, looking from a distance, like a dead wood.

Qingnu stepped forward and bowed his head to signal: "Lord, the porridge is ready." ”

Murong Qian came back to his senses, looked at the soft glutinous steaming in the bowl, nodded lightly, and looked at the plaque of the Yaoguang Hall in a daze.

Qingnu moved his lips, endured the words, turned around and walked a few steps, and finally stopped: "Lord of the country, forgive the slave and maid for saying more, what should be faced, you have to face it after all!" After finishing speaking, he bowed and walked into the hall with his skirt.

"Wait!" Murong Qian stopped Qingnu, paced forward, took the jade bowl from her hand, and after contemplating for a moment, he said lightly, "You stand down!" ”

"No!"

Murong Qian's shoes grinded on the gold ink floor, making a rustling sound, crushing the six desires in the world, and sifting the seven emotions in the mortal world. A voice, in the huge palace, stepped out of the sorrow.

Murong Qian turned the screen, looked at the white-haired back, and called out from afar: "Light dust!" ”

When Xun Qingchen heard the sound behind him, he turned his head suddenly, his sloppy gaze stayed on Murong Qian's body for a while, and then looked at the spiritual position on the desk, with a smile floating on his lips: "Xuan'er, look, Daddy is here!" ”

Murong Qian's heart was sour when he saw the spiritual position, turned his face away, and put the porcelain bowl in his hand on the table.

Hu Qingchen got up and walked over to Murong Qian, pulled up Murong Qian's sleeve with his cold hand, and said with a slight smile: "Ah Qian, you let Xuan'er Xi the "Book of Filial Piety", he can memorize it word for word, listen to it!" ”

Hu Qingchen's head deviated in the direction of the spiritual position, and he listened intently for a while, with a little relief: "Hmm! Our Xuan'er is amazing! ”

"What does Xuan'er want? Daddy said that you can make your wish come true. Hun Qingchen looked at the direction of the spiritual position and said to himself, all of which were ordinary scenes in the past, "I want Daddy's painting!" Oh, so I can see my dad every day! ”

Murong Qianjian's eyebrows furrowed, his heart ached, and he interrupted his memories stiffly: "Qingchen! ”

"What's wrong, Ah Qian? Could it be Xuan'er's request, which is not in line with etiquette? Xun Qingchen looked at Murong Qian with his eyes open, and his eyes were so clear that his heart softened. Xuan'er, he just wants a painting! ”

"Nope." Murong Qian shook his head and hugged Hun Qingchen into his arms, "I will rely on you for whatever you want!" ”

The subtle voice of the light dust flooded into Murong Qian's clothes, half serious and half joking: "But you...... I never knew what I wanted! ”