Nianhua said: "What I said is the truth. But sister, there's something I don't know if I should ask?"

When Yukihime was happy, she said, "If you have anything to say, can you?"

Nianhua said: "A fairy-like woman like you, sister, there must be many heroes like you, sister, if I were a man, I would swear to marry a woman like you." But why are you still single?"

Xue Ji sighed and said: "This kind of thing depends on fate, in fact, my sister also has someone she likes, but the people I love love others, what can I do?"

It's just that the slut that Lang Jun likes is a woman who is a watery poplar flower, and she is not worthy of Lang Jun at all. Lang Jun likes her so much, but she finally married someone else, which made Lang Jun depressed all his life. But her life is not good, hahaha, do you think this is retribution?"

The more Yukihime spoke, the more angry she became, her voice getting louder and her tone getting more and more stern.

Nianhua and Xue Ji got along for a while, and probably figured out Xue Ji's temper. She knew that Yukihime was actually a person with a very good personality, but she had been stimulated by love, so she would be more likely to get angry. But as long as you don't touch the pain in her heart, you should be fine.

Nianhua listened to the meaning of Xue Ji's words, as if there was some misunderstanding in this. Or maybe there are still some things that Nianhua doesn't know.

Nianhua thought to himself that if he asked for Snow Fox, he had to talk again and find a breakthrough.

And Nianhua was actually a little unbearable when she saw Xue Ji like this. She felt that Xue Ji was actually quite pitiful, so she wanted to find out the truth of the matter and find a way to open Xue Ji's heart knot.

So Nianhua persuaded: "Sister Xueji, don't get excited, take a sip of tea." After a while, the tea will not taste good. ”

Nianhua's persuasion, Xue Ji's frowning brows slowly relaxed, picked up the teacup and said, "What the sister said is right, I'll drink a cup of tea first to moisten my throat." As soon as the throat is dry, the throat is not good. ”

Nianhua saw Xue Ji take a sip of tea and said slowly, "Sister, let me tell you a story." ”

Xue Ji squinted at Nianhua and said with interest, "Okay, you can talk about it." ”

Nianhua thought for a while and asked, "Sister, do you believe that there is a goddess of the Snow Mountain on the Snow Mountain?"

Yukihime shook her head and said, "I don't know, maybe there is." ”

Nianhua said: "I believe that there must be a goddess on the snow mountain, and the appearance of the goddess should be like that of my sister." ”

Xue Ji smiled and said, "Girl, you made me happy again." ”

Nianhua said: "What I said is true. When I saw you, I remembered a story about the goddess of the snowy mountains. ”

Yukihime asked curiously, "Oh, what's the story?"

Nianhua said: "This story was told to me by a friend of mine a few days ago. He said that there was a goddess living on the snowy mountain, and the goddess was so beautiful, so kind, and so holy.

One day, a handsome and dashing boy came to play in the snowy mountain, but accidentally slipped off the snowy mountain and was buried in the snowdrift.

When the goddess saw this, she immediately appeared and saved the boy.

The boy awoke from his slumber and saw the holy face of the goddess at first sight. At this glance, the young man fell in love with the goddess.

The young man lived on the snowy mountain for several months, playing with the goddess every day, telling stories to the goddess, reciting poems to the goddess, and practicing swords for the goddess.

And the goddess was also moved by this young man's handsomeness, wisdom, and chic demeanor, and fell in love with this young man.

However, at that time, the boy did not put all his thoughts on the goddess. He couldn't bear the loneliness on the snowy mountain, and wanted to travel and explore other places outside the snowy mountain.

But the goddess was reluctant to leave the snowy mountain, so she had to watch the boy leave the snowy mountain and go outside to find his dream.

The two agreed that every few months, the boy would return to the snow-capped mountains to reunite with the goddess for a period of time.

Once, the boy returned to the snowy mountain from outside. But one of his enemies also followed him to the snowy mountains. The boy and his enemies fought an earth-shattering battle on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

Eventually, the battle between the two caused an avalanche, and the boy was buried deep in the snow.

But this time the situation is completely different from the last one. The goddess made a great sacrifice in order to save the boy.

The boy was finally saved, but the goddess gave her young life for it.

The young man was in pain, and felt that he was ashamed of the goddess. At this time, he wanted to stay in the snowy mountains forever to accompany the goddess, but the goddess was no longer there, and he would never have such a chance.

Since then, the goddess has become the eternal concern and pain in the young man's heart.

Since the goddess loved roses the most, the boy traveled to the mountains and rivers in search of the most beautiful roses and planted them in the places where the goddess lived.

Not only that, but he also built a Rose Mountain Villa specifically for the goddess, which was also planted with all kinds of gorgeous roses. ”

Hearing the rose, Yukihime should have been angry, but she had already been moved to tears by the story told by Nianhua, and this anger couldn't be raised.

When Nianhua finished speaking, Xue Ji was still deeply intoxicated by this poignant story.

Suddenly, Xue Ji reacted, and the young man in the story that Nianhua said seemed to be the jade-faced Langjun, so she picked up the corner of her clothes, wiped her tears, and asked with a serious face: "Sister, who did you say told you this story? Who is the young man and the goddess in the story?"

Nianhua knew that Xue Ji had taken the bait, and there was a burst of joy in his heart, but he still said innocently: "This story was told to me by Brother Duan, and the young man in the story is Brother Duan's teacher and brother, Jade-faced Langjun." And the goddess's name was Dolma, and she had long since turned into a pile of dirt and remained forever on her favorite snowy mountain. ”

Xue Ji listened to Nianhua's words and muttered: "Zhuoma, Zhuoma, not that slut, this is impossible, this is impossible." Maybe it's true? Did I get it wrong?"

Then Xue Jiyou turned her head and stared at Nianhua with motionless eyes, and asked sternly, "Little girl, what you said is true?

Nianhua raised a hand and swore an oath: "Sister, what I said is true, Brother Duan lived at the foot of the snow-capped mountain for more than a year some time ago, and he was with Yumian Langjun. These things were told to Brother Duan by the jade-faced Langjun himself, and there will be no fakes. What's the matter, does my sister know Yumian Langjun?"

The expression on Yukihime's face was a little strange, cloudy and uncertain.

(End of chapter)