"What did Rukawa tell you?" Beiyin turned around, Xun Youyou looked at herself with a puzzled expression, she met his gaze, and unconsciously put her feet behind her.

"A little bit about the past of the former king and the former princess." Xun Youyu brushed it off.

"That woman is not the first princess." He corrected.

"Oh." Although she was surprised that he called her mother like this, she only responded softly, and did not pursue it again.

She must have seen the painting, a face he hated so much, and refused to look at his own face, no matter how much he pleased.

"Madame is very beautiful, and she has poetry and books in her belly." Xun Youyu praised.

"How do you know?"

"The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown is not true, and there is no sound in the old garden, which is an unpopular word of Nalan Xingde." It was a delicate inscription.

"A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the side of Yuguan, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night." Beiyin recited the previous sentence.

It will be Xun Youyou's turn to be surprised, such a crepe word coming out of his mouth is really rare.

Beiyin's face is not good-looking, he hates these literary poems, and he looks down on those talented women who are sad and sad. When he was young, in order to let his mother look at him more, he memorized all the poems and songs in her study, and all he got back was white eyes. She still expelled him far away, the mountains and rivers were far away, and she didn't care whether she lived or died.

"Rukawa is always talkative." For a long time, the widow Beiyin only had a clueless blame.

Xun Youyou chuckled, noncommittal.

"Why do you laugh when you talk about Rukawa?" He grimaced.

"Rukawa, it's a warm boy." Xun Youyou replied casually.

"Hmph." Beiyin looked disdainful.

"Shoes and socks are dry." Xun Youyou lowered his head and whispered.

Beiyin picked up her shoes and socks for her and handed them to her.

"You turn around." Xun Youyou still hung his head, he couldn't see her face clearly.

"Which part of your body has this king not seen?" The widow Beiyin seems to have returned to his true nature.

"Shameless." She really raised her head, with a look of chagrin on her face.

Although he said this, Beiyin still turned around, and after a while, Xun Youyou got dressed and got up to leave.

"Wait." The widow Beiyin gave orders.

Xun Youyou turned around, and King Beiyin made a strange gesture in the air.

"Come up." He continued to order.

Xun Youyou suddenly understood what he meant, blushed again, and shook his head vigorously.

"Do you want to be here tonight?" Beiyin couldn't help but admire her shyness.

Xun Youyou's face was embarrassed, and finally he approached the king of Beiyin, stood on tiptoe and tried his best to hook the back of his neck, and Beiyin raised his hands horizontally, and she fell into his arms again. The room is warm, at this time, an epiphany suddenly bloomed, Xun Youyou lost his mind, and the widow Beiyin also lost his mind, he followed her breath, the dark fragrance of the orchid, he had not smelled this breath for many days, and couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

Yes, he is infatuated with her, an unreasonable and irrational infatuation, he can't smell her, he will be inexplicably irritable, and he can't figure it out. At this moment, he eagerly relived her taste, the tip of his tongue exploring the sweetness in her depths, rolling up a thousand waves. Xun Youyou hooked the neck of the widow Beiyin, and his delicate and charming demeanor passed through those loves, hatreds, and hatreds, which were imprinted in his eyes, gave birth to love, sprouted, and fell in his heart in a grand manner.

Xun Youyou couldn't understand the moody man in front of him, he was like a willful big cat when he was gentle, but he was as ruthless as a cheetah, and he could tear himself apart at any time.

The snow was heavy at dusk, the lights were on, he carried her into the snow, the north wind passed the flowers and thousands of trees at night, the two looked at each other without saying a word, in the cold night, only the sound of each other's breathing.