The cold wind mixed with the little crystals floating outside the window, whistling and filling the cold silence of the room.

In the corner of the wall, there were still a few sparks left in the brazier, but they were already so faint that they seemed to be extinguished in the next moment.

The purple curtain was raised in the wind, and when the cold wind passed, it made the sound of hunting.

In the huge dormitory, only the woman sat alone on the couch, her hands wrapped around her knees, and her head buried deep between her arms.

The silky silver hair had already been blown a little messy by the strong wind.

The clothes on his body have long lost their ability to keep out the cold on such a snowy night.

On a snowy winter night, even if I take a deep breath, what goes straight to my heart is the cold and chilling feeling that penetrates my heart.

But the woman didn't care at all, because she knew that the cold on her body could no match the cold that rose from her heart

She buried her head deep between her arms, but she couldn't get rid of the chill in her heart.

He didn't allow her to take a step out of the palace, he didn't allow her to mention it to the assassin again, and he didn't allow the guards and maids inside and outside the palace to leave the palace.

There were so many things he didn't allow, even her freedom was restricted.

But he never gave her an upright reason, and his refusal was so high-sounding that she lost the courage to even look at him

The room that was once full of softness has long since disappeared with the cold wind.

In the past three days, he came to the Twilight Palace every day, and she never looked at him.

He made her feel strange, very strange, even if it was the first time they met him.

Feng Yihan, Feng Yihan

She had read this name more than 10,000 times, but she couldn't see through how much emotion was hidden under those cold eyes, she couldn't see clearly, and even messed up

Thinking of this, the woman's lowered eyes suddenly ignited a trace of brilliance, but it disappeared in an instant.

What is a king?

She could never forget every word that the woman who looked like Situ Yuli said to her.

"The king is a king, the king is a person who has the world in mind, since he is a person who has the world in mind, how can he let a woman destroy his dream of unifying the world" Her words were concise and contained deep certainty.

Mo Yijin was an inexplicable woman, and inexplicably went to the Twilight Palace to say a lot of inexplicable words to her

She can ignore her words, she can do it as if she didn't hear anything, but there is only one thing that she can't do if she wants to deceive herself

That is, Mo Yijin knows far more than she, the queen of early Xiling

Every time she thinks about this, the voice in her heart can't stop reminding her, Nangong Luojing, Nangong Luojing, that person, who is your husband, how much do you know about him

The king is yes, he is the king.

And she, the queen of Xiling, is just a canary with an enviable gorgeous appearance, but in fact she is locked in a golden wire cage.

Being in the emperor's family, there is a lot of helplessness, she can't control her happiness, she once thought that he was her happiness.

But now she doesn't regret it.

The cold wind rushed into her sleeves, she shivered, the pain in her heart unconsciously spread, and even her breathing was mixed with a little trembling.

The consciousness in the brain gradually blurred, and the eyelids became heavier and heavier

"Queen Queen" faintly called in her ears, but she could no longer open her eyes to see.

The lights dimmed, and the huge dormitory was no longer the bleak and lonely atmosphere.

The spark in the corner of the wall that had been extinguished by the wind was lit again, and in a moment, all the silence of the room was expelled, and the open window had already been ordered to be closed.

Under the purple tent, the woman lay quietly, her clear eyes were indeed tightly closed at this time, as if to indicate that she would never wake up again.

Only the slightly frowning brow between the eyebrows can make people feel a little angry.

The silver strands of hair were scattered all over the table, a few strands scattered on the side of Qingxiu's face, a few strands did not enter the brocade quilt, and a few strands tightly wrapped around the slender fingers of the man beside the bed.

The fingers opened slightly, and the silver hair slowly fell down the fingertips, falling on the brocade quilt, and suddenly the pale red brocade was like a white lotus blooming.

Silver as white as snow.

"Jing'er, Jing'er," he whispered to the woman who was sleeping at the moment, and the palpitations in his heart were like a thousand pounds of weight tightening him tightly.

How many times had he called the name Jing'er, and he called her one after another in his heart, calling his heart scarred and full of pain.

Palpitations, heartache, and mourning did not seem to be enough words to express his feelings.

"Don't take him away" The dream sounded, the woman's voice was a little crying, her slender hand kept waving, and the crystal liquid that vaguely fell from the corner of her eyes crossed the white and clear cheeks, full of helplessness and helplessness.

But at the hand of "he is not an assassin", his brows were furrowed, and there was a slight anger in his voice.

Helplessly, he reached out to grab her hand, fearing that she would hurt herself.

The man stared at the somewhat pale and emaciated face, and the pain in his heart was like a pool of water disturbed by stones, a faint throbbing.

The solemn color between his eyes was instantly covered with double yang, holding the pain in his heart, and the pity for Nangong Luojing in his heart, he raised his hand and gently brushed the position of the woman's eyebrows, and after calming down, he reluctantly stretched out his hand.

It seemed that his hand was a little cold, and the woman let out a soft groan of discomfort.

He knew what he had done to her, but if he didn't, how would he face her in the future.

He could only rely on himself step by step, and did not hesitate to use cruel means to hurt her

He cherished her and couldn't bear to hurt her, but in the end it was himself who tortured her like this, the pain in his heart, the coldness when he looked at her, it was not what he wanted, and everything he did was not what he wanted to do

He looked at her, his eyes were full of deep love, his heart was down on her, he didn't want to let go, he said he wanted to protect her, he would do it, he would fulfill his promise, he would,,。

Suddenly, there was a squeak outside the door, and the gentleness in the man's eyes suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were replaced by a coldness, and as soon as his sleeves were raised, he dodged and hid in a hidden place.

But his eyes never left her body for a moment.

The choked sound of "Queen Queen" echoed in my ears.