Zhen Yue no longer looked at her, raised her footsteps, and walked away on the thick snow, and her beautiful figure gradually became one with Bai Xuerong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A whining cry sounded in the pavilion, and the snowflakes were swept in by the wind, and the blue and black hair fell like dyed hoarfrost, which was sad and pitiful.

"Miss......." Xiao Xi couldn't bear to call.

The master couldn't cry, she stayed in King Ling's Mansion all these years, just like a transparent person, even the flowers and plants of Zijinyuan were not as good, and the flowers and plants could still be sent to Zhanghua Pavilion, but she couldn't even enter Zhanghua Pavilion.

Even though she had deliberately waited on the road he had passed, the greeting was empty, as if she were no different from the maid hanging down the road.

She vaguely felt that being able to stay in King Ling's Mansion was all deliberately arranged by Beigong Jun, but the goddess had a heart to Xiang Wang and had no dreams, she could wait until that person saw her, but Zhen Yue's arrival was nothing more than a complete destruction of her illusions.

"Miss." Xiao Xi said: "Miss, do you remember the snow envoy who used to deliver pastries to King Ling's Mansion every day? I heard that she has been following King Ling for more than ten years, but in the end, a foot of white silk broke her soul in the Amethyst Palace, just to go underground to follow King Ling, in the past ten years, King Ling was ruthless, when did she give her hope? Miss has been waiting infatuously all these years, but King Ling can take a look at Miss? King Ling is a cold-blooded and ruthless person, Miss don't be persistent. ”

"Xiaoxi, you don't understand." The master said sadly: "He is ruthless to everyone, but he is only very affectionate to Zhen Yue, I envy her, and who knows, a glimpse of the Qingluan Palace, I have lost my soul." ”

If there was no glimpse of the main hall, maybe she would not have been so miserable in this life, and the day she was sent to the territory of Beiying by Wu Xun, she had already buried her life!

She couldn't forget that when Zhen Yue talked about the unswerving relationship between her and Bei Moling, the sparks that burst out of her eyes were dazzling, and there was no room for anyone to step in!

And the next day, the master left King Ling's Mansion with a heart full of despair, and the once proud daughter of the sky was destined to be desolate for a lifetime.

The cold moon sprinkled lightly on the thin snow, shining brightly, the maids gently pushed open the palace door of Zhanghua Pavilion, and laid vegetables on the geometric couch, the lights flickered on and off, a little hazy.

Zhen Yue half leaned on the soft collapse, leisurely looking at the "Emperor Jian" taken from the study, which told how the kings of various dynasties controlled people and controlled politics.

When she went to the study to pick up the book today, she inadvertently turned to a dark grid, and there was a faded red lotus lamp in the dark grid, and there was a silk silk on the wick, and the silk silk was a little yellow, like the traces of the light breeze of the years, and it was quietly rolled on the dark red petals.

She recognized this red lotus lamp at a glance, and the handwriting on the silk was well kept, it was the wish she had promised, and she lived plainly.

It was a simple four words, but it took most of his life's efforts, that year, on the river, tens of thousands of wishing lights, how much effort did he spend to find her red lotus lamp?

She didn't expect Bei Mo Ling to be emotionally attached to her at that time, she quietly put the red lotus lamp back into the dark grid, this is what Bei Mo Ling wants to keep, she doesn't want to knock it open.

The door of the hall was pushed open again, bringing in a refreshing cool breeze, Bei Mo Ling patted the snow on the silver jade ferret's big fur, the warm yellow light fell on his face, and the cold eyes opened like spring water when he stared at the woman who seemed to be a little sleepy on the soft collapse.

Zhen Yue put away her thoughts, and as soon as her smile flashed, she was hugged in someone's arms, and the tea that had been cold in his hand was picked up and drunk by him.

"Emperor Jian? There are thousands of books in the study, but you have picked a book of imperial strategies. ”

Zhen Yue smiled, his body still carried the cold air outside the house, leaned his head on his shoulder, and said lazily: "I used to run around, but now I suddenly stopped and didn't know what to do." ”

"You can do whatever you want, and no one will stand in the way of your freedom." Seeing that she didn't speak, Bei Moling hugged her into his arms a little tighter, holding her hand, and his voice was quiet and powerful.

"Yue'er, sometimes you are very smart, sometimes very closed, people's thoughts are endless, including your ideas, maybe in this troubled world, your ideas seem out of place, but still leave traces, history and deeds, people's thinking is the same, before my iron-blooded dictatorship, regarded people as grass mustard, it was you who told me that one day there will be freedom and equality, so I am willing to believe, it is like the wind sailing through this territory, left in the hearts of the people, when the dynasty is prosperous and declining, when the day is changing, It is an eternal truth that the ideas left behind will one day in the future push history forward, but too few people understand it. ”

"Yue'er, your ideas have not been trampled on, but spread in the hearts of the people and quietly move forward, understand?"

His voice was soft, but it had the power to destroy the withering and decaying, slowly piecing together her broken beliefs.

She wet the corners of her eyes, moved her body, opened her arms to hug his lean waist, and said sullenly, "Thank you, Bei Mo Ling." ”

"Thank me? You can thank me with something else. The man deliberately leaned close to her earlobe, snorting hot air.

Zhen Yue retreated itchily, raised her head, looked at the tiredness of his busy day, and said, "Is government affairs very busy?" ”

"Change the subject!" Bei Mo Ling snorted lightly, his slender hand caressed her chin tenderly, and said casually: "In a few days, Beiying will sign an armistice agreement with Tan State, and if it continues, it will shake the foundation of the country." ”

Zhen Yue looked at him stunned, if he had changed to before, how could this self-respecting man let go of the enemy who almost killed him?

Bei Mo Ling saw her doubts and said: "Tan is different from the past, even if it has experienced turmoil, but the foundation is still there, although Beiying is a strong country, if it attacks Tan State, it will not benefit much, and both sides will lose, it will only let the newly rising Yuansai tribe take advantage, in fact, I don't hate him, because what he lost, I gained." ”

A tear rolled down the corner of his eye, Zhen Yue was always easily moved by him, over the years, he had done too much for her and sacrificed too much, but he had no regrets.

"Don't cry, let's eat, I'll take you to a place later."

"Hmm." Zhen Yue's jaw head.

The snow fell on the shoulders, the sky and the earth were white, and the plum fragrance was full of sleeves.

The open-air hot spring, the heat is filled, the unicorn at the four corners spews the spring water drawn from the ground, the sound of the water is murmuring, the people who listen to it are itchy and unbearable, the bright red plum blossom petals ripple ambiguously on the hot spring, the red silk man dances, the scenery is wonderful.

With a pop, Bei Moling stepped into the hot spring wearing only pants, her handsome face was covered with a few traces of Yu tide in the heat, the lines and textures were obvious, and the water droplets slid over her undulating chest.

"Come down." Bei Mo Ling stretched out his hand, and his phoenix eyes flickered brightly and darkly.

Zhen Yue didn't expect him to bring her to the plum garden in the mansion, and vaguely remembered that her master had offended him here four years ago.