She slowly walked into the 'Xueli Palace' and walked on a piece of ice, surrounded by wings and bedrooms carved out of ice, exuding a cold atmosphere, flashing with a faint blue light, only the patches of turquoise, making this place look like a fairyland, no longer cold.

"What's the matter?" The cold voice sounded in the empty 'Xueli Palace', and the woman looked up, but there was no one in sight.

"The subordinate wants to chat with the poet girl, and before that, the subordinate had a good relationship with the poet girl." She bowed her head and replied respectfully, and she was a little disappointed that His Highness did not show up.

There was silence for a long time, and then the voice sounded:

"You can go to the Picturesque Garden." After saying that, there was no sound.

"Yes, Your Highness!" She took a deep breath, carefully put away the loss in her eyes, and walked towards the picturesque garden with a natural smile on her lips.

In the dormitory of the 'Picturesque Garden', the poetry is like a caged bird, standing in front of the window and looking out at the crystal clear in a daze, there is no life here, no popularity, only death-like silence, the silence is numbing, she tried to escape several times' Xue Li Palace', in the end, were caught back, the punishment was that she was seriously injured by the Xuan, every time and every time she left a deep humiliation on her, without the patience and tenderness of the past, she was simply a demon, he did not restrict her from escaping, like a cat and mouse teasing her, in the end, the poetry has no confidence to escape, every day just sit in the 'Picturesque Garden', looking out blankly, like a flower that has lost the sun, withering and withering.

There was a sound of footsteps behind her, she thought it was a slump again, every day at this time he would come over, accompany her, occasionally, would take her into her arms, if there was further action, she would resist, fight, anyway, in the 'Xue Li Palace' and no one else, quiet terrible, when it was a discussion, squirming and happy to accompany, at least no longer like a lifeless rag doll, distressing.

"Miss Shi, why have you lost a lot of weight?" Looking at the emaciated and lonely figure in front of the window, she was also shocked, it has only been a few days, she has lost her former beauty, and she is a little more haggard and withered.

Poetically turned around, couldn't believe that the girl would appear here, and raised her eyebrows in surprise:

"How did you end up here?" Consciousness asked suspiciously.

The girl walked up to her and said with a smile:

"I knew you would be lonely, so I came to accompany you, and Your Highness allowed me to come in."

Looking at the woman picturesquely, today's girl is different from the past, she has taken off her military uniform, and she is obviously more delicate and beautiful as a woman, which is eye-catching.

"General Woo, you are very beautiful today." Consciousness said sincerely.

"Really? After wearing a general's uniform for a long time, I almost forgot that I was a woman, and it was a little awkward to suddenly wear such a skirt. She smiled awkwardly.

"Why, sit down, there's no one else here, just me." There was suddenly one more person in the dead and silent dormitory, and there was suddenly a trace of joy in the picturesque and cold heart, and a smile was dyed on the haggard face.

The two people who used to use each other to defend each other are chatting slowly like friends for many years, and Shiruhua also sighed in his heart, the environment and time can really change a person, and they can't find a partner if they want to intrigue in this cage.

The two chatted for a long time, until the sun went down, and then the woman got up and said with a smile:

"Poet girl, I've been here long enough, it's time to go."

"Well, if you don't have anything else to do, you can come often, and I won't be lonely." Poetic invitation, she really doesn't want to stay here alone, one is too quiet, the other is that she has to be worried all day long to guard against sting, people are tired, the heart is even more tired, and multiple chatting people can also relieve the sorrow in her heart.

"This. I'm afraid it's not up to me to decide, it's up to His Highness to decide. She smiled bitterly, she wanted to come often, and wanted to see His Highness often, but His Highness would definitely be suspicious if she came more often, and sometimes, things were not opened by her, and she was scheming in this matter, if she expected it to be good, the poetry would definitely ask His Highness, so that it would come naturally, and she would not have to spend too much effort.

The light of the poetic eyes dimmed, bitterness appeared on the lips, and the consciousness conveyed was also less joyful than just now:

"In that case, I will mention it to His Highness, and if he agrees, you will come often."

She nodded, and when she turned to leave, a faint smile bloomed on her lips, and her eyes flashed brightly.

In the cold sky, countless stars are hung, the tender yellow moonlight is soft, falling into the water as if flowing with the water, and the wrinkles on the surface of the water are like a shimmering rippled fabric.

Poetry was surprised, tonight she was surprised that she did not come to the 'Picturesque Garden', which made her puzzled, got up and walked out of the 'Picturesque Garden', looked up at the moonlight hanging high in the night sky, but added a touch of softness to the dead Xueli Palace, and dispersed the cold and cold.

Shuttling through the corridor, walking towards the Imperial Garden, there, the lights were bright, presumably he was cultivating there, she just wanted to ask him to promise that she would come to Xueli Palace tomorrow to accompany her.

Walking up the five steps, you will see the empty and lonely Imperial Garden, and when you come inside, it is very quiet and terrifying, only the sound of your own breathing echoes in the empty and silent hall.

Shiruhua turned around and walked out of the imperial garden, and walked to the dormitory in the distance, surrounded by ancient trees towering to the sky, Shiruhua stepped on the steps to the door of the ancient hall, from the closed door cracks revealed a ray of light, Shiruhua was curious, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door, a cold cold air rushed towards her, making her shiver, raised her eyes to look in, in the empty hall, dozens of fist-sized night pearls floated above the hall, exuding bright light to illuminate the hall, and in the center of the hall was placed a large Ding furnace, Sandalwood was inserted on the Ding furnace, exuding fragrance, and the whole hall was filled with smoke.

Picturesque and amazed, what kind of place is this, stepping in, the door of the temple slowly closed without making the slightest sound.

Poetic and picturesque around the Ding furnace to look closely, this Ding furnace has some years, the Ding body exudes the breath of ancient vicissitudes, with the unwieldy power of the wilderness, which makes people palpitate.

However, such a rare Ding furnace, is it a bit of a waste to use it to insert sandalwood.

Picturesque looked up at the top of the temple, it was still carved from ice, crystal clear, and shimmering with a cold light. Retracting his gaze, Shiruhua walked to the back of the main hall, there was a door, the door was closed very tightly, not showing a gap, Shiruhua stretched out his hand, twisted the glass lampholder next to the door, 'Titicaca' lampholder rang continuously, the door next to it slowly opened, revealing a long and bright corridor inside, Shiruxiang flashed in, the corridor was carved on both sides of the strange patterns, she couldn't understand, step by step to the inside, corridor

There is only one room at the end of the room, there is no door in this room, Shiruhua went in, looked around, in the empty room, there was only a cold ice bed lonely in the corner, and in front of the ice bed there was a table with a few books that had been opened, this should be the place where Xuan Xuan cultivated.

Turning his eyes again, he found that there was a door on the other side of the wall, but this door was so integrated with the wall that it was impossible to see if he didn't look closely.

Shiruhua walked over, looked carefully, stretched out his hand and groped for a long time but didn't find anything like a mechanism, took a few steps back, Shiruhua raised his hand, the light of his palm flickered, and he was about to shoot towards the door with his palm.

"What are you doing?" Hurriedly put away his palms, turned his eyes, and at some point, he appeared at the door, and his eagle-like gaze fell on Shi Ruhua.

Picturesque smiled awkwardly, turned around and walked to Shuffle's side, and Shuffle's eyes moved with her:

"Why did you come here?"

"You didn't come tonight, I came out to look for you and accidentally walked here." The Dao with weak consciousness, after all, is his own fault, and his tone is not so strong.

The originally gloomy gaze flashed a bright light in an instant, and she leaned over to her again, leaned over, and fell on her face with a faint and cold gaze, and her voice contained a wisp of evil taste:

"You missed me, that's why you came out to find me."

The banter in his words made Shiruchao glare at a pair of eyes angrily, with a little bit of naivety in his anger:

"I have something to do with you, and I don't mean anything else, don't think about it." After speaking, he felt that there was no need to explain, and when he looked up and saw the banter in his eyes, he blamed himself for talking too much, and under the anger, he stomped his feet hard, turned around and left.

At this moment, his gaze became very soft, very quiet, less of the usual gloom and coldness, his hand gently touched the door, suddenly, the light flickered, spread to the surroundings with the palm as the center, and instantly covered the entire door, and suddenly the light was bright, and the door slowly opened upward, until it was completely gone, and then he took his hand and stepped in.

Shiruhua left this hall and hurried back to the 'Picturesque Garden', secretly angry that he was really troubled today, why did he go out to find him to misunderstand himself, and lay on the bed and fell asleep at some point.

In the middle of the night, she only felt that the cold around her was very heavy, she reached out and touched the person's body a few times, and suddenly woke up, and saw Xuan Xuan lying beside her, her snow-white long hair scattered behind her head, reflecting his handsome face.

Shiruhua was a little ashamed, and slept next to her without her permission, which had broken the balance she usually tried to maintain, and she was about to get out of bed, but she was tightly grasped by a hand on her wrist, it turned out that he had already woken up but did not open his eyes.

"Let go of me, you tore up your promise to me." Consciousness said coldly.

"Picturesque, give me one night, I just want to lie down quietly and have no other ideas, okay?" The voice was a little hoarse and low, and there was a touch of depression in the lowness, which made people feel pity.

Shiruxiang frowned, such a slump is rare, what's wrong with him? The leg that stepped out of the bed was retracted, and he sat down on the new bed, staring at him.

"Only tonight!" He smiled and nodded, the smile melted the coldness in his eyes, slowly closed his eyes, changed his hand to a grip, and held the picturesque little hand