"Commander Su......" she choked and threw herself into his arms. Just like that day, when the city collapsed, she was dragged into the dirty abyss, and only he appeared in front of her in a dazzling style.

The brilliance on his body has always been the hope of her life.

He was covered in wind and snow, and he thought that he had been following her for a long time, just as he had seen her from the first time, he could only follow her silently. Watch her walk further and further away from him step by step.

That kind of heartache, little by little, never ends.

And tonight, he finally saw her thin and delicate figure under the heavy palace walls, she stumbled, lost her soul all the way, and his heart was full of wind and snow......

"Singing...... It's the singing of the palace...... Where is it...... How I can't find it. She fell into his arms and wept mournfully, and only in his arms could she reveal her deepest secrets.

This is a secret that cannot be revealed even if he dies in front of the god-like Chu Huotian.

She misses the remote and damp place, where the mountains and rivers are clear, the flowers are red all over the banks, where the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the fishing songs are sung at night. There was no strong wind, no proud snow.

It's always like a dream.

"Singing, do you want to hear it? I'll take you. ...... "Su Yanqing's heart lake, which has not been moved for thousands of years, is full of gentle waves tonight, and his cold eyes are full of a pool of spring water in the wind and snow night. The breath on his body was so clean, like the warmest afternoon sun. Ouyang Zhen raised his eyes, trying to squeeze out a smile, but tears poured out more and more fiercely.

His hand met her eyes, and he sighed, and the hand around her slender waist gradually tightened, just let him, let him indulge once tonight......

Ouyang Zhen crouched on his chest, cold tears had wet his forehead, and something seemed to be holding her hand in his chest.

The already chaotic sanity has returned a little, but the surging feelings have not faded. There was a sudden clarity in her mind, and she trembled and began to pick up his clothes, and pulled the jade pendant out of his arms.

Layer by layer of Supa fell to the ground, and the jade pendant with the residual warmth on his body suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, with a secret that he was ashamed to tell.

Su Yanqing's face was the same as before, cold and solemn, but it was clear that there was something different. The slightly trembling body was no longer as tall as a sword, but bowed slightly, and the hand on her waist became tighter and tighter.

"Give it back to me, this thing shouldn't be with you." Ouyang Zhen wiped his tears and looked up. Su Yanqing's deep eyes became deeper and deeper, and the hand holding her was trembling. The icy wind and snow had covered the two of them, but no one was willing to move any more.

He was silent for a long time, so long that Ouyang Zhen felt that the world was quiet.

"No!" He sighed and complained, and only said a word softly. Ouyang Zhen's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe that he could refuse her like this. He has always been a one-eye, unable to see the direction of emotions, and his every move seems to be printed from the mold.

He trembled and pressed her to the corner of his lips, "I don't have anything left, this jade pendant should be given to me by you, okay?" ”

His kiss was covered with cold desperation, just like that, little by little, absorbing the fragrance from her mouth, Ouyang Zhen shrank down, but he didn't allow her to back down anymore.

He'd pushed her too far, too far he could reach anymore.

But tonight, let him indulge once, and hide this hopeless love forever in this snowy night.

She also seemed to understand his heart, if life was only as first seen, what a beautiful encounter it would be. She is no longer the concubine of the Hua Palace, and he is not the commander of the enemy country.

But the love that will rise in the future will be cut off alive before it has sprouted.

I don't know how long it took for his cold lips to leave her. Ouyang Zhen suddenly woke up, hurriedly pushed him away, and turned to leave. Hao Ruo Baixue's wrist was clasped by him.

Ouyang Zhen only felt as if a fire was burning in his heart, and muttered, "We can't do this." Can't ...... like that."

Su Yanqing sighed: "Don't you want to listen to the singing from somewhere?" I'll take you. He gave her wish and left.

Ouyang Zhen was stunned for a moment, only to find that the singing that had stopped for some time began to ethereal again, and the sourness that had been in his heart just now began to surge again.

She looked at him and nodded.

The next moment, I only felt that my waist was tight, and if I was riding the clouds, the heavy palace court swept under him, and he was like an eagle, and after a few ups and downs, he easily flew over the palace wall.

The wind in his ears blew fiercely, his ears listened to the sounds everywhere, Ouyang Zhen only felt extremely safe in his arms, and between his jumps and movements, she looked at his resolute side face and was slightly stunned.

After about a cup of tea, they stood in a courtyard.

Ouyang Zhen raised his eyes and looked at it, his eyes were full of desolation and depression, where is this? It seems to be a cold palace but not like a cold palace.

At this moment, the song literally floated out of the inner sanctum: "...... Drunken words and morning dew, farewell to the clouds at dusk, Xiaolu condenses the frost into snow......" word by word, with endless poignancy.

Ouyang Zhen rushed in as if he was enchanted, the door opened, and the babbling song was suddenly cut off. There were three or four people standing inside, looking up at the intruder with dull eyes.

"You...... You...... Who are you? At the top of the throne sat a man in shabby clothes, with an old face, so thin that it was about to be blown away like the wind, and when he saw that the person who came was a woman of unparalleled beauty, he only trembled and asked.

The woman who sang also had messy sideburns, and looked at Ouyang Zhen in horror: "It's not a crime for a concubine to sing a tune, don't beat a concubine." ”

The flickering candlelight illuminated their faces, and Ouyang Zhen stood in the doorway, trying to discern something from their faces.

Suddenly, a woman on the left screamed: "You are the concubine, the concubine of the Wenqing Palace...... Emperor...... Emperor...... She's a lady! ”

The woman screamed, and the sudden rise of the voice startled everyone. That emperor screamed even more, and Ouyang Zhen's heart shook suddenly. She stared sharply at the old man.

There is only one emperor in this Chu Palace, where can anyone else dare to call him the emperor?

She stared at him tightly, walking towards him step by step. Emperor? …… Vantage? ……

She could make out the pretentious silhouette of his old face, and the black hair was now as pale as snow, and it was clear that he was in his prime, why was he so old?

Step by step, she approached, and the old man struggled to make out her appearance.