Chun Yuan Lan, who had just raised his steps on the side, looked at the appearance of the two, and remembered the letters and portraits again. Inexplicably lost the courage to walk past.

Outside the pavilion, His Royal Highness the Fifth King quietly watched the scene in front of him, his eyes were dark, his thin lips were pursed, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

Chunyuan Lan Qing was pushed to the side, still staring straight at the indifferent face of the ancient painting fan, and the eyes full of strange coldness made him feel cold in his heart. Suddenly, she remembered how much her cold eyes, vicious words, and sarcastic smile hurt her that night.

The chill that emanates from the bottom of my heart is so bone-shattering.

Suddenly, he crawled in front of the ancient painting fan, knelt down as well, and muttered softly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong that night, can you forgive me?" You should be, as if you hadn't heard—"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to Lagu to paint a fan, but his heart was shocked by the cold eyes that she swept over.

Chunyuan Lan Mu frowned and looked at the appearance of the ancient painting fan. He pushed the Chunyuan Lan Qing who was covered to the side and said sharply: "Sixteen, no matter what you did to hurt her, you don't need to apologize now." Let's go! Don't make her even more bored with you! ”

Chunyuan Lanqing trembled his hands, and looked at the face of the ancient painting fan fixedly, and he couldn't stand the ridicule.

Suddenly, he ran out with his steps, and in an instant he flew away and disappeared into the snowy garden. Seeing this, His Highness immediately flew in pursuit.

"Painting a fan, the sixteenth brother has always been open-mouthed, and his behavior is not restrained, if he says something to hurt you, he does something to hurt you. Don't take it to heart, I'll definitely teach him a hard lesson! I just hope you don't hurt yourself-" Chunyuan Lan Mu comforted softly, suppressing the fear in his heart. Seeing such an ancient painting fan, he also felt inexplicably panicked.

Wrapped in robes and hugged tightly, the ancient painting fan still feels bitterly cold. When he raised his eyes, he saw Chunyuan Lanxu standing quietly on the side, looking down at his waist, the finely made dark belt probably poured all the attention of the light ninth princess.

Also, when Princess Qingjiu was injured, he took care of him so wholeheartedly, and he never came to visit himself who was also seriously injured.

If it's not her hypocrisy, is it really impossible to withstand the passage of time, so it's not worth mentioning? Isn't it even a friend who can shush the cold and ask for warmth?

That's right, the man she paid attention to for the first time was actually burned by a fire in the reed field that night, and he was completely gone.

She closed her eyes and buried her head deep in the chest of the man who was holding her tightly.

She wanted to take a break—

It was late at night, the snow was still falling, and in the exquisite manor, in the snow, a woman in a white palace dress was kneeling quietly. So lonely in this lonely and empty cold night.

The body has become numb, from the cold at the beginning to the present moment, there is no longer a feeling of cold.

His thoughts were already a little dull, and he stretched out his numb fingers and took out a piece of snow lotus from the purse around his waist.

The red enchanting snow lotus exudes a luster in the dark night, the snowy night is never dark, taking advantage of the white snow, everything can be seen, but at this moment her heart is blurred.

Suddenly, a thin figure ran quickly from the darkness, and when he saw the creeping figure of the ancient painting fan, he immediately couldn't help but hide his face and cry.

"Fan, fan—"

The ancient painting fan raised her head in a trance, but saw Piao Wu kneeling in front of her to hide her face and cry.

"I can't wait for you to come back, I was so anxious that I went to the Qingxin Palace to ask the palace people, but I only knew that Concubine Rou was injured and sent back to the palace by the emperor, but no one knew your whereabouts. I found Father-in-law Liufu again and asked him about your whereabouts, and only then did I know, only to know-" Fluttering choked, unable to continue.

The ancient painting fan raised his hand and brushed her cheek, trying to comfort her, but was grabbed by fluttering dance.

"What's wrong with your hand! How so! Piao Wu looked at the back of the hand of the ancient painting fan in fright, the whole back of the hand was red and purple, and there were large and small bubbles, but it was cold. Obviously, the blood and qi were condensed and solidified by the cold temperature, and they could not be dispersed.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." The ancient painting fan said softly.

"What the hell is going on! Outside the emperor's bedroom, the sixth and seventh highnesses were kneeling, but the emperor closed the door and refused to see it. Fluttering said in pain.

Hearing this, the ancient painting fan glanced at the direction of the Qingxin Palace, and the corners of his mouth raised an inexplicable arc. But he didn't say a word, not a word.

"Fan-"

"Sister Piaowu, go back quickly. It's cold, beware of freezing. The ancient painting fan said softly.

"Fan, what the hell is going on! No, I'll kneel too, I'll beg the emperor! The emperor spoils you so much on weekdays, how can he bear to let you suffer here-" Piao Wu muttered to herself, and she was about to get up.

Hearing this, the ancient painting fan grabbed the fluttering hand and said in a deep voice: "Don't intercede for me, this will only hurt you." Sister Piaowu, thank you, thank you. Please take my words to heart and do not plead. Go back quickly, and if you are found to be cheating on me, you will come and see me. You'll be punished too, it's not worth the mistake of painting the fan to catch up with Sister Fluttering again! ”

fluttering and stunned looked at the serious eyes of the ancient painting fan, and burst into tears for a moment.

"Fan-"

Seeing the fluttering away, the ancient painting fan fell to the ground softly like a pumped balloon, and the strength on her legs was no longer enough to support her body, only by lying on her stomach and supporting her arms a little bit was it better.

In his mind, the look in his eyes when Emperor Chunyuan ordered the punishment in the daytime was replayed, it was gloomy, it was boredom, it was unbelievable, and it was hatred of iron that could not be made of steel.

She knew in an instant, how could Emperor Chunyuan, who was as smart as the Emperor of Chunyuan, not see that this was just a ploy used by herself. But he still pitied his sister and nervous about his sister, all because he had already seen that his sister didn't know, and it was all her plan.

These days, my sister strokes the piano for him, relieves his worries, and even hurts his hands like that. He pitied his sister, so he couldn't sin his sister.

She knew very well that the emperor hated the intrigue between the palace and the palace the most in his life, just because the emperor's relatives died in the conspiracy of many concubines. At that time, he was still young and powerless, and when he grew up, he hated the intrigues in the harem.

The emperor punished her so much, but he was very tired of her intrigues, in fact, this is also light, what else does she want?

That's good, that's good-

By the time she took this step, she had already thought about the consequences. Her original intention was for her sister, and now that her original intention has been achieved, she has no regrets or regrets.

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