Bo Yan stood by the door, watching the pink figure fade more and more until it completely disappeared into the heavy snow, and stroked his snow-white beard lightly, his eyes calm and intriguing.

The north wind swept by, blowing the cyan robe, which had a unique taste of fairy wind bones.

In the corner of the room behind him, a heavy curtain was suddenly lifted, and a middle-aged man walked out from behind the curtain, but it was Qin Ye, the owner of Yong Poxuan.

"How?" Qin Ye walked to Boyan's side, his face full of smiles, "It's her, right?" ”

"You already know the results of the Dao, so why do you bother to ask me?" Bo Yan gave him a funny look, "I've been hiding behind and eavesdropping for so long, if you let the people know the truth, see where your face goes." ”

Qin Ye shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I am also starting from the overall situation, and I want to identify whether I made a mistake." ”

"How could it be wrong...... Bo Yan sighed lightly, looking into the distance as if talking to himself, and muttered, "How could the Lord chosen by Blood Dance himself be wrong......

The world outside is still a vast white, but in the distant eyes, there seems to be a different color, which will never wither and bloom on the top of heaven and earth......

Leaving the Po Xuan, Mo Lan walked leisurely on the way back to the Min Palace.

The exquisite Huanyue is now fitting perfectly on her wrist, as if it were tailor-made for her. The fingertips rubbed gently, and I couldn't put it down, and the inside was a peace of mind that I had never felt since I came to the Lieyun Dynasty.

For all the unpredictable future, there is no need to worry or hesitate at this moment. Since it is inevitable that she will be caught in the game, she must be the one who dominates the game.

The mind is precipitated, as if even the wind and snow have become gentle and lingering.

When he returned to the palace, the sky had completely darkened, and Mo Lan glanced back at the magnificent but somewhat lonely gate, and a complex light flashed in his clear eyes.

The two vermilion wooden doors are not only locked in a cold palace, but also a lonely heart......

With a light sigh, he walked towards his yard, and just walked to the path outside the wall, he saw Zheng'er standing at the gate of the courtyard from a distance, looking anxiously left and right. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Mo Lan approaching, and ran over with a surprised face.

"Princess, it's getting dark, why did you come back, I'm worried about death." She grabbed Mo Lan's arm excitedly, a worried look on her face.

"Silly girl, what is there to worry about, what else can I do?" Mo Lan looked at her little face that was red from the cold, there was already a layer of snowflakes on her bun, it was estimated that she had been waiting here for a long time, and she couldn't help but have a warm current in her heart, "Why aren't you waiting for me in the house, it's so cold outside." ”

"I ...... I couldn't stay still, so I wanted to wait here, so that I could see the princess when she returned. ”

Mo Lan reached out to hold her cold hands, and gently reproached, "What a complete silly girl!" If you are sick from the cold, you have to take care of you. ”

Zheng'er smiled embarrassedly and let Mo Lan take her hand into the courtyard.

After taking a comfortable hot bath to drive away the cold, the snow finally stopped after a whole day. The entire world was covered in silver, as if even the night sky was lit up by this piece of snow white.

Mo Lan was sitting bored at the window looking at the snow, but she saw Zheng'er walking to her side, her lips opening and closing, obviously having something to say.

"The little girl has something to hide from this princess, so hurry up and recruit from the truth." Mo Lan teasingly pinched her face.

"Princess......" Zheng'er glanced at Mo Lan quickly, and said with some hesitation, "When I came back earlier, I heard the guards in the palace say, Lord Wang, Lord Wang, he ......"

Mo Lan's smile suddenly froze on his face, replaced by a hidden worry.

"What's wrong with him!?"