The capital is also immersed in the atmosphere of the New Year, and every street is lit up, making it seem that the front of the Stable Houfu is unusually deserted.

The carriage stopped near Anding Houfu, and Wang Wu inquired about the situation not far away.

Lin Qingyin sat in the carriage with a blank expression.

"Y-Hurry up."

Zero Zero gritted his teeth and was in a hurry.

Lin Qingyin didn't even move his eyebrows, he saw it, and he died down.

After a while, Wang Wu, who had finished asking, replied.

"Miss, I asked clearly, someone reported that there were cursed holy objects in the Stable Waiting Mansion."

Wang Wuhen performed dutifully.

In fact, when Lin Qingyin was still in the palace, Wang Wu had already received information.

At this time, what was recorded on the paper that Lin Qingyin had in his hand was more detailed than the information of passers-by.

However, Yan Qin'an of the Yan clan shouldn't know so much.

The wheels rolled again, and this time the carriage stopped in front of the Settle Houfu.

"Miss Yan?" The gatekeeper was stunned.

"Miss Yan, you are still ......"

Anding Houfu was almost raided just now, and now at this juncture, smart people should stay away.

The guard wanted to persuade Lin Qingyin to go back, but his words were cut off: "I'm tired of reporting it." ”

The guard looked at Lin Qingyin's gaze, took a break, his expression was respectful, and he bowed slightly: "Master Hou told Miss Yan that she doesn't need to be informed." ”

"The Hou Ye is in the main hall, and the little Hou Ye is in the backyard." The guards opened the door for Lin Qingyin.

"Thank you."

Lin Qingyin entered the door alone, and her skirt swept across the threshold.

The guard bowed to Wang Wu, who was waiting outside, and stood up straight again, guarding the majestic Zhu Gate.

The gray clouds are low, the leaves are withering, and the world is cold and silent.

Chu Yu sat on the stone steps and lowered his head.

The sound of shallow footsteps came, and after a while, a pair of embroidered shoes appeared in his sight.

Chu Yu's sluggish expression fluctuated for a moment, he blinked, and slowly raised his head.

The sky was cloudy, and the girl wore a gilded hairpin with a lantern, which glittered in the sunlight.

And the owner of the hairpin......

In the dry and cold winter, she makes all trees spring.

Chu Yu blinked again.

The next moment, his pitch-black eyes were surging with terrifying waves, and his eyebrows were shockingly ruthless: "Do you know what it means for you to appear here now?" ”

Lin Qingyin replied with a cold expression: "Just to visit the old man?" ”

Chu Yu stood up suddenly, and he hugged Lin Qingyin.

Bang –

The two fell to the ground.

Chu Yu protected Lin Qingyin's waist and head, and his head was close to Lin Qingyin's neck.

"Yan Yan." Chu Yu's voice was crying, "It's snowing in my heart." ”

Lin Qingyin stretched out his hand, and finally his hand fell on Chu Yu's back and patted it gently.

Chu Yu asked in a low voice, "You say, shouldn't it snow in the capital too?" ”

Lin Qingyin did not reply.

The two of them were in this position, silent.

It was cold every day, and the snow suddenly fell one after another.

The heavy snow hazy the two figures on the ground, and Chu Yu saw the snowflakes falling on the ground, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"I lost to you."

Chu Yu buried himself in Lin Qingyin's neck socket and repeated in a muffled voice: "I lost to you." ”

After a long time, Lin Qingyin spoke up: "The beads are a combination of pearls." ”

The next link that Chu Yu asked for at the poetry meeting.

The phoenix falls and the phoenix falls.

Beads come together.

Whether it is a phoenix or a perfect match, it should be a good ending.

The girl's voice was soft and cold, like a silent snowfall, but a storm of snow blew in the wilderness of the mind, raging madly.

Chu Yu opened his eyes suddenly.

Snowflakes on the ground stacked in front of his eyes.

The goose feather snow fell on the two of them, and Chu Yu stretched out a finger and pointed it on the thin snow on the ground, and immediately made a mark.

The snow fell without a trace, and he, left a trace.