"The Hidden Temple? Are you saying that the palace car from the secluded palace has come in recently? ”

"Yes, Your Highness, there were quite a few people at the city gate that day, and the guards at the gate were also greatly frightened."

"People are still alive?" Lingzhu's eyes widened. It's a miracle to survive from the hands of the Hidden Temple.

"Yes, Your Highness, he is still alive, I heard that the Hidden Palace did not start, and the fear alone scared him out."

"They shouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, but at this juncture, they came to our snow country to do something, if they don't want others to know, we won't know even if we want to break our heads."

"So what do we do?"

"I don't know who the person is, if it's an ordinary person, you don't have to care, I'm afraid it's ...... That's it, tell the people below to keep an eye on the spot, and if there is any trouble, report it quickly! ”

"Yes, Your Highness." The waiter withdrew.

Lingzhu put the written note into the keg, and the carrier pigeon flew away.

Lingzhu lay back on the bed: "I hope nothing happens." ”

The autumn wind outside the window whipped up the fallen leaves and made the sound of rubbing the ground, and someone was destined to not be able to sleep well this night.

National Teacher's House.

"Father, my mother's illness has worsened again, so go and see my mother. If my mother had seen my father gone, she would have been well ill. Wan Limei handed tea to Wan Ligu, who was reading a book.

"Well, I'm back for my father, by the way, how are you doing? Then Murong Xiao'er has come to see you? Wan Ligu put down the book in his hand and looked at Wan Limei standing aside.

"Back to my father, I've been here." Wan Li shyly twisted the handkerchief in her hand, and the happiness on her face was not concealed.

"Hehehe, that's fine." Wan Li Teng smiled and patted Wan Limei's hand. Only married with Murong Mansion. His position can be further strengthened.

"Madame! The lord is here! "The old slave is very excited, since the lady is sick, the master has not come to visit, and now he is finally here.

"You get out." Wan Ligu spoke.

The old slave answered, closed the door and left.

"This is a bottle of second-grade pills, you eat it every day, and it will be faster." Wan Ligu took out a bottle of elixir from the space ring.

"Thank you, sir."

"Take care of it, don't delay your daughter." With that, he turned around and left.

"Yes." Mrs. Qian looked at the medicine bottle in her hand, he should have cared a little about herself. He took out a tan pill and took it.

"The host, it has been arranged.

"Well, step aside." The shadow turned over, the weather was much cooler, and he became more and more disinclined to move.

Han Chen closed the window and retreated.

The wind was getting stronger, and the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, obscuring all light.

Following.

"Han Chen." An ethereal voice came.

Han Chen pushed the door and walked in: "Master." ”

"It's snowing." The shadow stood barefoot in a thin undershirt at the window, looking at the snow outside the window, and the branches of the trees were covered with snowflakes. From time to time, a cold wind blows in from outside the window, mixed with some snow debris, and also brings the smell of snow wetting the dirt into the nose.

Han Chen gently draped the cloak over the shadow, even though she was not afraid of the cold, she still couldn't control herself, so that she could rest assured.

"Don't go to Wanli's house today, go to the peak." On a good day, she doesn't want to let others affect her mood.

"Yes." Han Chen was not surprised by such a decision, the owner loved the snow very much, and such an opportunity would naturally not be missed.

"Dressing up." Shadow sat down at the table.

Han Chen took out a wooden comb, thinly tied his hair for the shadow, put on a hairpin, and put on the brocade clothes one by one until there were no wrinkles.

White gold-inlaid cloud brocade boots, ink-colored brocade clothes, gray tassel palace silk, white plum cloak, and the shadow walked out of the room step by step, with a momentum like a rainbow. Han Chen followed behind, and the tenderness and admiration in his eyes were uneven perceptible to himself.

The two of them moved, and their figures disappeared into the inn.

"It's a familiar place." The shadow spoke.

"Back to the master, our house was built here that year." Han Chen replied.

"But there are still people?"

"Please forgive your sins." Han Chen suddenly knelt down.

Yan Ying stopped, looked back at Han Chen, and did not speak, waiting for Han Chen to say to herself, this is her habit.

"The master forgave the sins, and that year the master saved a woman in the mountains, but the master did not like her, and the slave took pity on her and left her in the house without support. The slave knew that he had violated the rules of the hidden palace, but he couldn't bear it, and asked the master to punish him. ”

"Then according to your wishes, the house is empty and empty." Yan Ying glanced at Han Chen's mouth, turned his head and walked forward.

"Thank you, master." Han Chen stood up and hurriedly followed.

The two of them stood on the top of the peak, looking at the white snow-capped mountains under their feet, and the shadow took out the silver flute in his hand, and the silver sound remembered, penetrating the north and south of the river. The snowflakes are crispy, and they should be accompanied by the sound of the flute, praising the first snow.

Han Chen listened to the flute, and his eyes moved.

Although there was a hint of praise in this voice, it was more of a kind of longing and arrogance. It's understandable to be arrogant, but this longing is an emotion that he hasn't understood for so long. He thought it was the master's friendship with Wanli's family, but later he firmly ruled out this possibility.

He didn't understand, but there was no need to understand, he just needed to be by her side and be with her when she needed it.

The two of them stood between heaven and earth, time was chaotic, the universe was desolate, and no one could know that there might be another unknown world, and that world had people who were once concerned by a thousand cold shadows......

In a house in the distance, a woman stood in the courtyard and listened to the sound of the flute, tears gradually slipping down. The sound of this flute seems to be magical, touching and heartwarming.

A figure suddenly flashed in his mind, it was a man, in a white robe, still young, but with a graceful demeanor. He couldn't remember his face because of the long time, but he rescued himself that day, gave himself such a place to stay, gave her a light in her gray life, and supported her until now.

She had wondered tens of thousands of times if the man had forgotten about him, or if he had forgotten himself, but she had been waiting, and she was sure that if she waited for him, he would come back......