Now it is a harsh winter, and Jinling City has also ushered in a goose-feather snow.

The ruts pressed over the thick snow, leaving two rut marks in the snow, and pulled from a distance all the way to the door of Jingyang Houfu.

The waiter who was driving the car turned around and buckled the tightly closed door, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, Jingyang Houfu has arrived." ”

After a while, the curtain of the car was lifted by a distinct finger, and then a beautiful and gentle face appeared in the ice and snow.

He blinked, his excessively long eyelashes covering his sockets, obscuring the glow of his eyes.

Seeing that his prince was so dull, the chamberlain furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, obviously before he came out of the East Palace, His Royal Highness was still happily following the fool, how could he be a different person in a blink of an eye, when he arrived at the Hou Mansion.

So, he reminded again: "Your Highness, the Hou Mansion has arrived, don't you want to see the county lord of Yijiang?" ”

"Yijiang?" He murmured, his eyelashes twitching and chattering, and then he looked up ahead of him.

The plaque of Jingyang Houfu was clearly reflected in his eyes, and a string of red lanterns hung on both sides.

His fingers clenched uneasily, and it was clear that he ...... He was pierced through the heart by Tang Ziyu with a sword, how could he appear here, and what he saw was still the old appearance of the Hou Mansion.

He turned around, looked at the attendant standing behind him, and asked, "How many years is Jiaqing now?" ”

"Is Your Highness confused?" The chamberlain replied cautiously, "It's the nineteenth year of Jiaqing, and Your Majesty has just given you and the county lord of Yijiang a marriage, and you are here to see the county lord of Yijiang." ”

He opened his eyes in disbelief, and his body trembled and turned back again to look at the plaque hanging above.

Jiaqing nineteenth year, winter.

There was only one sentence in his head.

The snow was falling heavily, and snow was piled up on his collar, which was soon melted away by his body heat, but with a biting chill ensued.

But the coolness was not enough to sober him up.

He's scared...... I'm afraid that this is just a dream, and when he wakes up, he is still in the East Palace, and he is still Tang Ziyu by his side.

He stared at the closed door of the Hou Mansion in a daze, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, almost in a straight line.

At this moment, the sound of the gate opening and closing was suddenly heard.

He was stabbed by the voice, and when he looked up, he saw a young girl surrounded by a maid. She was dressed in a black coat with a bun on her head, and her headband dangled at her side as she moved.

Qing Lingling's eyes and a small face as bright as jade.

Although he is still young, his eyebrows are still a little immature, but he can also get a glimpse of the elegance after that.

He stared, breathless.

At that time, she still had him in her eyes.

The rest of the people have not yet been spared.

"Brother Prince." Shen Li approached with an umbrella.

Because of her small size, she had to put her feet up and raise her hands so that she could cover the top of his head and cover him from the snowstorm.

He restrained his excitement, took her with one hand, took the umbrella in her hand with the other, and led her to the house: "Why did you come out?" ”

He still remembered that in his last life, after receiving the holy decree of his father's marriage, he came to the Hou Mansion to see her like a fool.

As soon as he bowed his head and stretched out his hand, the man was right in front of him.

At that time, he thought that this person would always be by his side for the rest of his life.

No matter how the years go by, no matter how time flies, they will not change.

(End of chapter)