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returned to the palace, rubbed his hands around the stove, and Beiting changed his clothes and fell asleep.

The wind and snow in front of me are crazy, and I can't open my eyes.

There was nothing but snow all around.

Bei Ting desperately wanted to see the scene in front of him, and between the gaps in his eyes, he caught a figure in front of him.

The man had dark hair, a layer of snowflakes fell on the top of his hair, and there were a few pieces of eyelashes on his eyelashes, and his bright and calm eyes were as deep as a lake, and he was wearing a white robe, as if he could blend in with the snow behind him in the next moment.

Beiting may be able to forget that person's face, but he will definitely not forget that person's eyes.

His eyes are the best.

It is like a calm lake, and it is like a starry sky with countless stars, which is so beautiful that people can't help but fall.

He stood quietly in the snow, his gaze looking at him in a straight line.

Bei Ting was a little surprised, "Ziliang? ”

The people in the snow laughed, and even the smile was so faint, like a green bamboo in the woods, silent and elegant.

Bei Ting knew that this was Ziliang's mask, a lonely person disguised himself.

He wanted to walk over, but as soon as he took a step, the person in front of him disappeared.

Suddenly, Beiting also opened his eyes from his sleep.

Outside the window, the cold wind was howling, the snow was pounding on the window, and the fire in the stove was about to be extinguished.

This night, it was too quiet.

Since Beiting finished that dream, his heart has been very unsteady, and he hasn't slept peacefully for several days.

I vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Xiaobei?"

There was a knock on the door, Bei Ting was startled, and when he heard that it was He Lan's voice, he got up and went to open the door.

Helan stared at him for a long moment, "Go in and say." ”

Beiting let her in and closed the door with his backhand.

After sitting down, Beiting looked up curiously, "Why don't you speak?" ”

In the room, there was the sound of a fire burning in the stove, and He Lan suddenly sighed, "You should go to the northern country." ”

"What's wrong?" Bei Ting's heart jumped.

He Lan shook his head, "No, I have arranged a carriage for you, and the things you need on the road are also ready, go ahead." ”

Bei Ting didn't understand what was going on until he got into the carriage, he just felt that He Lan's mood was not quite right.

"You go first, I'll go back."

The carriage creaked in the snow, and Bei Ting's heart was fluttering, and he was a little panicked.

Because it was winter, the road was difficult and the feet were slow, and it took ten days for the carriage to reach the north.

The coachman drove the wagon all the way in one direction.

After entering a road, Beiting recognized where it was.

This is the place where he took Beilan and Ziliang to live together.

The carriage finally stopped at the door of the house.

Beiting didn't move for a long time, and he suddenly felt that he didn't have the courage to push the door in front of him.

"Squeak, squeak—"

A carriage also stopped nearby, and Helan and Shan Yao got out of the carriage, both of them wearing plain robes, which was a little strange.

"Let's go inside." Heran raised his chin.

Bei Ting's heart was beating faster and faster, and he frowned and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Silence Yao pushed the door open, "If you go in, you'll know." ”

It's still a familiar place, a familiar scene.

Bei Ting walked towards the room where the person stood at the door, and when he entered the door, he caught a glimpse of a person lying on the bed.

His eyes turned, and he finally saw the man's face clearly.

It's Ziliang.

He lay quietly on the bed in a white robe, motionless, and his face was frighteningly pale.

Bei Ting's legs somehow, how could they not move at this moment.

It was Helan who pushed him, and he walked numbly to the bed.

Looking down at Ziliang's face, his eyes were straight, his throat swallowed, and he asked with difficulty, "Is he sick?" ”

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