"Will you die if you hug it?"

Meng Hanyan's sweet voice fell crisply, making the cold prince outside the sedan chair also slightly stunned.

"Yes."

The man in a gorgeous purple wide-sleeved robe, his cold voice was clear to the ear, and there was no joke in the slightest.

"Forget it, I'll come down by myself! Otherwise, it's too much of a loss! ”

Meng Hanyan jumped down from the sedan chair, the pearls on the beautiful phoenix crown were round and bright, and the bells on her body rang crisply as she walked around.

She didn't see the man's appearance, and through the fiery red hijab, she only saw a corner of the purple robe below, dotted with white cherry blossoms, which was unspeakably expensive.

And that long flowing hair, which is a beautiful silver-purple color.

"From this moment on, you have entered the gate of the king's palace, and from now on, you will be the king's man in life, and the king's ghost in death."

The cold voice in my ears was colder than the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Although Meng Hanyan wanted to greet all the eighteen generations of his ancestors in her heart, she weighed the difference in strength between the two sides, and still bit her red lip and held back.

There is no wedding, no ceremony, the whole palace is like a cold empty city, with a cold and lonely cold.

"Princess Niangniang, please follow the end of the future!"

There was no woman in the whole house except her, and even the person who took her to the new house was also a general.

Listening to his voice, he was full of anger, white armor, exuding a murderous aura, like a battle-hardened person.

Stepping on the thick snow under her feet, Meng Hanyan walked forward step by step.

"Squeak!"

The vermilion wooden door was pushed open, and only a pair of candles burned in the dark room.

The door behind was suddenly closed, leaving Meng Hanyan alone in the room.

She lifted the fiery red hijab on her head, and saw that this cold and silent new house had no trace of joy at all.

A pair of candles in the newlywed cave room turned out to be as pale as snow.

It's more like a funeral, not a happy event.

Meng Hanyan walked to the desk on the side and wrote the flying and chic handwriting with a pen and ink.

"It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. The little woman takes revenge, day long! ”

She pasted the word on the door, clapped her hands, and walked away, not paying attention to the guards of the palace.

Although she didn't get a glimpse of the picture when the guy saw the paper, she could expect that the expression must have been extremely exciting!

The room is full of flowers and candles, and the night is sultry, but the bride is gone, only with eye-catching and flying characters at the door.

When the cold prince who came back from handling official business saw this scene, he was so angry that he couldn't breathe smoothly!

No one has ever dared to provoke him so much!

This little woman is so bold!

That night, the torches of the whole city were filled with torches, and the night was as bright as day.

The snow fell one after another, drowning out the sight in front of him, and a fiery figure stood on top of the tower, and the wedding dress was blown by the strong wind.

The picture in the dream gradually became covered with snow and gradually became blurred.

Meng Hanyan woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the light outside the window was shining, shining on her body through the soft mist silk veil.

"Who am I? Where am I? ”

She sat up, a little confused in a trance.

Fang Cai's dream was too clear, too real, and it made her feel that it was not a dream, but a memory buried in her mind.

Who is she?

Who is that man in purple?

Why did she run away from marriage? What grievances are there between the two of them?

These doubts were all pressed on her heart, entangled like a mess, and they could not be solved.

Where is she now? Are there any relatives still in the world?

She couldn't help but be surprised when she saw the thin cherry blossom quilt on her body and the gold silk soft bed lying under her.

She vaguely remembered that when she was on the cliff, she used a power that she was unfamiliar with in order to save Xue You, and then fainted with all her strength.

She didn't know what happened next.

She suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance, like the smell of Leng Yueli's body.

When she walked out of the room, she saw that this was the cherry blossom attic, and the warm bedroom with a new look turned out to be her room!

"It turned out that my father saved me!"

Meng Hanyan thought that he rushed to save her, and her heart swelled with warmth.

She searched for Leng Yueli in the house, and saw him resting on the branch of the cherry blossom tree. No wonder there wasn't a bed in the cherry blossom attic, he didn't need it at all.

The picture is so beautiful that people dare not look at it, for fear that they will fall into it at a glance.

In the midst of the cherry blossoms, his long silver-blue hair, which looked like a waterfall, hung down from the branches.

A peerless fairy face, jade white skin, flashing with a creamy luster. The eyebrows are thick and thin, there is no domineering and domineering, and there is no slenderness like willow leaves, but it is not thick or light, just right.

A charming cinnabar lotus imprint in the center of his eyebrows adds a touch of infinite style to him. The high bridge of the nose looks as if it was carefully carved.

The morning mist is misty, swirling on the flowers and trees, and the sunset is sprinkled, and the dew is shining brightly.

Hearing her footsteps, Leng Yueli opened her eyes. A pair of deep, inky pupils under the eyebrows are full of fatal attraction. It's like a distant and boundless universe with no end in sight. The deep and shallow arcs of light are almost trying to snatch people's souls alive.

Meng Hanyan was stunned directly!

Her dad was so good-looking that she couldn't take her eyes off it at all.

"Is it pretty?"

The voice that is as clear as the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River falls unhurriedly.

"It's beautiful!"

Meng Hanyan nodded very affirmatively, but when she came back to her senses and realized what she had said, her cute face instantly became popular.

"I mean, these cherry blossoms are beautiful!"

She said with a sweet smile, extremely clever!

"Daddy, thank you for saving me yesterday, that friend of mine, did he leave safely?"

Meng Hanyan held a small bag in her hand, which also contained the shell of the neon fruit.

"People who don't matter, I don't care."

Leng Yueli said indifferently, he didn't care about that kid when he left.

However, all the beasts in the mountains have been frightened, and the kid seems to have no worries about his life.

"Daddy, you have great powers and are extremely powerful, just tell me if he is dead or not?"

Meng Hanyan pulled the corner of Leng Yueli's clothes, indifferent to his cold gaze, and continued to pull the corners of his clothes that were hanging down.

"Not dead. Let go! ”

Leng Yueli glared at her angrily, and only after getting the answer she wanted did she let go obediently.

"Daddy, to thank you, I decided to cook you a big meal."

Meng Hanyan opened her mouth and patted her chest confidently.

"I don't eat."

Leng Yueli directly poured a bucket of cold water on her, and her faint voice was so natural.

"Daddy, you're still not human? It's how can people not eat! ”

Meng Hanyan felt that her father was definitely a strange flower, and she couldn't be theorized at all.

"You're just here to play by yourself for a while, and I'll go cook the dishes!"

As soon as her words fell, she disappeared as a puff of smoke.

"I said I don't eat, didn't this girl ......hear it?"

Leng Yueli shook her head, feeling that if she agreed to take care of this quirky little girl, his life would be a mess!