was slapped three times in a row, and the atmosphere was tense as if it was about to explode at any time, and the maids and eunuchs next to him turned pale with fright.

The left side of Shen Yaojin's face was a little swollen, which was enough to see how much effort Shen Yue had expended.

Shen Yaojin's face was terrifyingly cold, and in Shen Yue's cold gaze, he slowly let go of his hand, and the violent aura between his eyebrows was thickly entangled.

The pale and fragile wrist was pinched out of a red mark, Shen Yue twisted, a tingling sensation came, got up and glanced at Shen Yaojin coldly, didn't say anything, and left.

The snow had stopped, and the snow stains on the branches were weighing down layer after layer, and it seemed as if the branches had been bent.

As soon as Shen Yue came out, the cold wind blew, and the strands of hair were blown up, and a few strands were attached to his face.

After a while, Shen Yaojin also came out.

He looked at Shen Yue's thin back, it was snow-white outside, and she was still dressed in ink-colored hair, which was out of place.

Fu'an waited quietly beside him.

As if sensing his gaze, Shen Yue turned around slightly, as if a thick layer of frost had accumulated between his eyebrows, indifferent and calm and terrifying.

Shen Yaojin's fingers hanging by his side couldn't help but shrink.

His lips pursed, and his expression was a little gloomy.

The cold soaked her long, thick eyelashes.

Her eyes drooped, and her crow-feathered eyelashes were dark and rich, casting a faint shadow.

Suddenly, it seemed to be a smile.

The red moles under the eyelids are dotted like a pair of colorful danqing.

"Fools have gotten a lot smarter."

As if joking, a trace of chill dissipated.

Fool, fool.

Shen Yaojin suddenly had palpitations to the point of difficulty breathing, and he tried very hard to dispel the picture in his mind, it was not a very good memory, and he wanted to hold on, but his face still turned pale.

Deliberately, forgotten memories, not to think about it, firmly locked in the deepest part of the heart.

But this seemingly hard shell was crushed by Shen Yue's words.

His expression became fierce and imposing, and his eyebrows and eyes were dark.

The young man in ink and snow has thick eyebrows and eyes, the bright lip flap slowly bends a slight arc, and the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth is shallow, as if he is very happy.

"Not bad."

It seems to have a faint, shallow pampering, and it seems to be helpless: "I've grown up." ”

It is true that he has grown up and knows Shen Yue's weakness.

It was Shen Yue who underestimated Shen Yaojin.

And Shen Yaojin also impressed him.

After saying this, Shen Yue turned around and walked into the snow step by step, leaving a brand new shoe print.

Shen Yaojin quietly looked at the back of Shen Yue leaving, the emotion on his face couldn't tell whether it was cold or something else, and his deep eyes became darker and darker.

He closed his eyes, and the cold wind blew on his face.

Shen Yaojin went to Chengqian Hall once, and coincidentally, he saw Shen Yue and Cheng Qiangong.

I don't know how to start.

I only knew that Shen Yue in front of Cheng Qiangong was very different, there seemed to be light in his eyes, and there was no trace of gloomy aura on his body.

He thought it was ridiculous, but he watched it for a long time.

Shen Yue and the man were very close, as if they were whispering something, or something sweet, because the man originally had a cold face, and he didn't know what he heard, the tips of his ears were quietly red, and the thin blush stained his face, and his face was tense.

Those dark and moist eyes are like a golden lake at dusk, full of tenderness, admiration, and shallow shyness.

It's weird.

Shen Yue would have shown such an expression, he thought that Shen Yue had no heart.

I can't tell what it felt, but I felt as if something was burning in my chest, rolling over and over like a charcoal fire, and the hot flames spread to all my limbs.

Suddenly, he felt cold again, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold and biting frost froze his blood piece by piece.

Actually, I wanted to laugh, but when I pulled my lips, I found that it was difficult to pull out a trace of curvature.

Originally......

Shen Yue has a heart.

He wasn't too keen on the throne, but he didn't want Shen Yue to succeed.

He wanted to see Shen Yue kneel at his feet and repent, he wanted to see Shen Yue crying and apologizing, and he wanted Shen Yue to pray for mercy as humbly as a dog.

Shen Yue sensed his presence and looked over.

Shen Yaojin's face was flat, he didn't say anything, and walked away.

——

The night was dark and cold, and outside the window was a silent and cool twilight.

Shen Yue has been infected with the wind chill again in the past few days, and he always can't help but cough lightly, which is not very serious.

She didn't go to Qingyue Palace, and said to Cheng Qian in a very ordinary tone that her own wind and cold were afraid of infecting him.

Cheng Qiangong's eyebrows and eyes were cold and indifferent, and his body was like a pine bamboo, as if nothing in this world could break his peace.

I didn't ask, I just said yes softly.

Shen Yue thought, it was really embarrassing for Cheng to be humble, let him commit himself to such a small world for nearly a year, and he was still bored and entangled by people like her every day.

It must be a painful thing.

The windows were closed tightly, and no cold wind blew in.

Looking at the letter in his hand, it was Huo Dao's good news.

It's just a simple way to express the war situation on the frontier in words, and I don't write another word other than that.

Shen Yue picked up the pen, halfway through writing, couldn't help the itch in his throat, and coughed gently.

There was a soft knock on the door.

Shen Yue put down the pen and folded the letter, because her voice was a little hoarse just after coughing.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, the cold wind blew in, and it was quickly blocked.

Cheng Qiangong walked in.

Shen Yue raised his eyes slightly, his black hair was lazily draped over his shoulders, supporting his chin, and his slender snow-white fingers were beautiful and clean.

In the warm light, the hair seemed to be dyed with a halo.

It seemed to be gentle, watching him come over.

Cheng Qiangong's silent heart seemed to have been hit by something, and something under his eyes quickly surged.

He walked over, medicine in his hand, steaming.

Before he could get closer, Shen Yue smelled the bitter smell of medicine.

"Your Highness, I've taken my medicine."

The man's voice was like a cold wind soaked in the cold air, indifferent and calm.

Shen Yue lowered her eyelashes and took the bowl of medicine, the rich bitterness made her still frown, pursed her lips, and drank it in one go.

The medicine is very bitter, and Shen Yue hates it.

Cheng Qiangong seemed to be prepared and took out a small bag of candied fruit.

Shen Yue paused, then ate two, but still did not resolve the bitterness in his mouth.

Not sweet, not sweet at all.

Cheng Qiangong didn't leave immediately, he looked at the girl with that kind of cold gaze, although the room was full of heat, but the girl's face was still pale and sickly, and there seemed to be a shallow sickness between the beautiful eyebrows and eyes.