The moment Ling Siqing fell into the water, it was so cold!

She unconsciously remembered the night when Qiao Muyu jumped off the ice spring, it was also so cold and lonely, so cold that it hurt to the heart, the difference was that she had no intention of jumping off, and she didn't have a certain medicine in her body, so it was naturally even more chic cold.

What should I do, I want to swim up, but I feel that my hands and feet are frozen and I can't move!

Ling Siqing was finally fished up by the palace people, and on the shore, Zhen Ping was long gone.

While spitting out the pool water in her chest, she shook off her soaked body, and shrunk and spit out two words, "Back to the palace, this matter is over today, don't tell anyone, just act as if nothing happened." ”

Although the palace people didn't understand what they meant, they all nodded respectfully and obediently closed their mouths.

Ling Siqing went back to the dormitory, took a hot bath, changed his clothes, drank a cup of ginger tea, and went to bed to rest.

As if thinking of something, his slightly squinted eyes slowly opened, looking at the distant sky through the window.

How could Qiao Muyu have thought that she was in the palace, suffering alone on the frontier, why did she suffer?

The season of late autumn and early winter is cold, but not biting. The sky in the Imperial City of Jinling was gloomy and gray. Just like the dark mood of some people, one is obsessed with looking for but there is no trace, and the other is determined to hide without missing a trace.

Ling Siqing was looking at the sky, and the voice of the palace maid came from outside the door, "Mistress Niangniang, Zhen Niangniang is here." ”

"Zhilu said, let Zhen Niangniang wait in the hall for a while."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and naturally understood her intentions, presumably she was afraid that she would tell Qiao Muxuan about it, even if she didn't admit it, Qiao Muxuan would have a bad impression of her, this woman who wanted to save face and suffer from it! As he spoke, he got up without hurry, groomed his makeup without hurry, and waited until his cheeks were pale, and then he walked out of the room.

"Sister, it's my sister who has affected you today, my sister is coming to compensate my sister, these things must be collected......"

"Why should my sister care, it was my lover who accidentally fell into the pool, how can I blame my sister!" Ling Siqing's heart was amused, but on the surface, he didn't leak his face, but he responded so indifferently.

Outside the hall, the cool breeze whistled and blew, making a low sound, as if someone was crying.

Ling Siqing looked at the gift that Zhen Ping kindly sent, and naturally smiled, in order to express her heart, he told her that he was going to leave the palace for a few days, so that she could rest assured.

The autumn wind is sluggish, rolling up the dust and sand.

The leader is in silver armor and black boots, wearing a sword that has killed countless enemies at his waist, and his indifferent phoenix eyes are as deep as the sea, and his edge is exposed. The posture of the horse's back is erect and majestic, although it is just silent and immovable, but it can't help but make people feel intimidated.

Behind him, there was the scene of cannons in the fierce wind, and 200,000 soldiers waving and fighting.

Qiao Muyu stood on the horse, the autumn wind rolled up the hem of his clothes, and he stared motionlessly at the battle on this bloody battlefield, it was time to end, it was time to end, his eyes were deep and thoughtful.

He suddenly felt the tip of his pen cold, and when he looked up, he saw the gray sky and the snowflakes fluttering down the curtains.

It was snowing.

Qiao Muyu finished the battle at the end of the battle, and as soon as he entered the big tent, someone quickly followed.

"Master, someone has seen Mrs. in the capital." The man who came in was the dead soldier sent to find Ling Siqing.

"Are you sure this news is true!" Qiao Muyu was a little incredulous, the battle armor on his body glowed with a cold light, and he forced the dead soldier to question again.

"It's true, my subordinates have ordered people to follow at any time to determine that the specific foothold is Qingya Art Workshop."

At this moment, the snowflakes were already a little bigger, and after hearing this, Qiao Muyu quickly arranged for his subordinates to deal with the rest of the rest of the battlefield, regardless of the huge wind and snow, regardless of the thousands of miles away, he jumped on his horse and ran towards the imperial city.

He wanted to see her, no matter how true the news was.

Ling Siqing sat in the inner hall, she had been out of the palace for several days, she sat like this every day, without the woman in the palace to bother, looking at the busy Liu Junsheng, looking at this prosperous little painting workshop, she also had sustenance in her heart, this day was indeed happy, if it weren't for Qiao Muyu's hard pursuit, she might not have to be so careful.

"Siqing, haven't you really thought about returning to the Sixth Highness?" Yoo Junsheng, who had sent the guests away, came back to her senses and asked her.

"What if you go back?" Ling Siqing shook his head, looking at the shallow layer of the earth covered by snow, the snow seemed to cover the hearts of the two people silently, after all, it will take time, and the sunshine of the melting snow will be needed.

"That day, if it weren't for His Royal Highness the Sixth, how could I wake up suddenly, do you hate him for marrying Mengchen?"

Ling Siqing paused, suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked outside the hall, and said dissatisfiedly: "Liu Junsheng, you have to take care of Mengchen, if she is bullied, don't blame me for going to Qiao Muyu and let him take Mengchen away directly." ”

Liu Junsheng sneered, "How is it possible, now that His Royal Highness is in his heart, how can there be anyone else except you!" ”

The two of them were chatting in the hall, and the little guy in the front hall ran away.

"Boss, shopkeeper, you hurry up and take a look, at the door of our store, dead, dead, dead, all dead......" The little guy's voice trembled, and he couldn't even spell out such a complete sentence.

Outside the Qingya Painting Workshop.

There was a man at the door, his clothes covered with wind and dust, and a thin layer of snow, and a horse covered with snow beside him, lying on his stomach with a man and a horse, which became a unique scenery, which attracted many onlookers for a while.

"What's wrong with this man?" Ling Siqing stepped forward cautiously, and the familiar feeling suddenly touched her heart.

The man's face was sideways, and his black hair was spread out messily, so that people couldn't see his expression clearly, and he only felt a bit of majesty in his embarrassment, depressed and low, like a beast ready to attack.

Ling Siqing slowly stretched out his hand, but when he approached his nose, he was suddenly grabbed by his arm.

"He's still alive, Junsheng, find someone to move him to my room, and besides, go get a doctor." Ling Siqing didn't rush to withdraw his hand, let the man hold it, the grip was very tight, but he also looked tired and weak.

Liu Junsheng was slightly surprised, puzzled why Ling Siqing was so compromised, until he saw his face, he suddenly understood.

He's back.

This person is Qiao Muyu.

He came almost all the way from the frontier, rarely ate or rested along the way, passed by a few post stations, and killed a few horses, just to rush to the Jinling Imperial City as soon as possible to see the people he was thinking about.

After entering the imperial city, his body reached the limit, and when he saw the Qingya Painting Workshop, he suddenly fainted.