When night fell, the sky began to snow again, the cold wind blew coldly, and the wind was wearing a wide red cloak, walking alone on the streets of the capital.

There were few people on the dark streets, everyone was rushing home, and the shops closed early.

Earlier, Feng Qingyue and Lu Tianyi had already returned to the Lu family, and Feng Qingyan, she didn't plan to go back.

After walking a little further, she saw a man standing in front of her, his figure obscured by a black cloak.

Hooking his lips and smiling, Feng Qingyan's figure moved quickly, and soon arrived in front of the man, and then raised a pair of eyes full of smiles, "Long time no see, are you standing here waiting for me?" Or are we too destined? ”

This person is a return that I haven't seen for a long time.

Again raised his hand, took off the hood on his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It may be fate." ”

Frost and snow fell in front of him, there seemed to be a few snowflakes between them, his face was handsome, and his deep black eyes were a little smiling, even if this man was just smiling, it was so easy for people to sink.

It's just that she has night clouds deep.

Whether the Lord of the Ghost Clan's Lan Tilt City has returned to Shangjing in South Vietnam these days, this question has been constantly speculated since Feng Qingyue and they returned to the Lu family.

And the return is the first to find her.

"I don't believe it's fate, but it's really possible that it's been planned for a long time." As he spoke, Feng Qingyan slowly approached and looked at him beautifully, "I don't know if it's my delusion, I think you're different from when you first met, is it because you became the eldest prince of South Vietnam?" ”

Her beautiful little face was close in front of him, and he couldn't move away when he looked at it again, his hands were slightly clenched together, looking at her, his thin lips opened lightly: "No." ”

"Huh?" Feng Qingyan frowned.

"Because that's not exactly me." He turned his head, avoiding her gaze, his hand hanging at his side still clenched tightly, afraid that he would not be able to control himself.

"I'm sorry, I should have thought of that." Feng Qingyan stood in front of him again, and as her words fell, Chonglin's clenched hand suddenly loosened.

He looked at her with an incredulous gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with disguising yourself in front of others, and some people may spend their entire lives without being able to really see through a person." Her beautiful eyes are flowing, and her posture is very indifferent.

When he returned to his heart, he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or be lost, his eyes were half-closed, and he didn't say anything again.

"If it's okay, I'll leave, I'll stay in Shangjing for a while now, we'll see you again." She waved her hand and smiled again.

She walked past him and stood there again, as if he was tangled, he wanted to reach out his hand, his fingertips moved slightly, but he never made a move.

"That's right." Suddenly remembering something, she stopped and turned back to say, "Happy New Year." ”

After that, she left again.

The snow was still falling, and she walked through the wind and snow step by step, getting farther and farther, and her figure gradually disappeared in the night.

He knew exactly where she was going next.

……

In a courtyard somewhere in the Xianwang Mansion, the red plum is still in full bloom, and the snow falls on the branches, shining brightly.

In the bedroom, Ye Yunshen sat on a soft couch, he was flipping through a book with his hand, and the candle was lit, reflecting his face, with a different kind of beauty and temptation.

"Knock knock—"

There were three soft knocks at the door.

Yeyunshen looked up and looked over.

Through the window paper, he saw a figure standing outside the door, and the person who came should have been wearing a cloak, so that the figure looked very wide, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.