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Chapter 1197: Snow Doesn't Cool Snow

They have only six sons now, and three more have not yet come out......

Since it was a fateful thing, and he didn't think that the appearance of Ye Fanhua, Mingming, and Huohuo was just accidental, Gu Ruohan really suspected that Mingming and Huohuo might also become the sons of him and his daughter-in-law.

Li Zijing was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "If they are really two of our nine sons, then it would be good, we don't have to worry about the two countries of 'Tianjiu' and 'Mingsheng' fighting." That is, their father and mother are still alive, and they are still the king and queen of another world, so it stands to reason that no matter how much we look like their father and mother, they will not recognize us as their father and mother. ”

Gu Ruohan nodded in agreement, and didn't want to do it. Besides, if it is, then you can't hide it; If not, you can't force it.

Seven days later, the first snow of the year fell in Ming Shengguo, and it was still heavy snow.

It snowed heavily for three days, and the snow was as thick as Li Zijing's knees, but fortunately, every household in Mingsheng Country had a good harvest this year, and he was not afraid that someone would starve to death in this winter.

As soon as the snow stopped and the sky cleared, every household began to shovel the snow in front of their doors, and Li Zijing's house was no exception.

The snow has just stopped, and the snow is still so thick, not suitable for hurrying, Li Zijing and when they shoveled off the snow in the yard and at the door, Beitang Qianye They were in the inn.

There is only this inn within a radius of ten miles, so there are no people before and after the inn.

Standing lazily by the window, looking up, the eyes are all white, covered in silver everywhere, white and boundless, for Beitang Qianye, it is a little cold to say that it is beautiful or not, whether it is ugly or not.

Sure enough, the snow is not cold, and the snow is cold.

Beitang Qianye is not a literati, he can't appreciate the beauty of the snow scene in front of him, he just stayed in the room too bored, so he leaned against the window with his arms and looked out, not really appreciating anything.

"Lord." Qiong Lou took a particularly delicate small hand stove and respectfully presented it to the lord of Beitang Qianye, wanting to warm his hands on the lord of Beitang Qianye.

It happened that Beitang Qianye was a little cold, so he took it.

The small hand stove is made of copper, warm, and really small, and it is not difficult for him to hold the whole thing with both hands.

Looking out boringly again, I happened to see Ye Fanhua, dressed in black, leaving the inn and stepping on the thick snow on the wasteland in front of the inn. Ye Fanhua seems to like snow very much.

There were only four of them in this inn, and the inn was as deserted as the white snow.

Every time Ye Fanhua stepped on the snow, she would sink into a deep pit under her feet, but Ye Fanhua entertained herself and continued to step on the snow, and her face was slowly dyed with a smile.

However, Ye Fanhua is wearing too thin clothes now, and she is not wearing a winter coat......

Beitang Qianye frowned slightly, then straightened up, took his red satin, white fox skin inside the cold cloak and walked out.

As for the hand stove, he casually placed it on the table in the room.

Ye Fanhua was stepping on the snow, and suddenly heard the creaking sound of the snow being stepped on behind her, as if the footsteps were still coming towards her, so she stopped stepping on the snow, looked back, and saw that it was Beitang Qianye coming, so she retracted her gaze and continued to step on the thick snow around her, stepping out of one snow pit after another.

Beitang Qianye wanted to put the cloak in his hand on Ye Fanhua, but Ye Fanhua took a step to the side, refused to put it on, and said lightly: "I'm not cold." ”

Immediately, he stepped on the snow again.