Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 545
"Your Majesty!" He Yunyan walked over slowly and saluted.

The man smiled slightly and didn't ask anything: "Go back." He took her hand and walked forward.

Her fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.

His big palm was colder than her fingertips...

In this direction, can you see everything that happens on the bridge?

But he was considerate and didn't ask anything...

He Yunyan smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty should wear thicker clothes when he comes out. Those imperial doctors who are cold and sick will be nervous again."

"With my concubine by my side, no matter how cold the sky is, I won't be afraid!" He smiled, hugged He Yunyan's waist tightly, and the two went away hand in hand.

The swaying lantern light stretched their shadows long, overlapping on the ground...

Mo Yuncong stood there in a daze, watching her back getting farther and farther away, lowering his eyes miserably, looking at the lake under the bridge, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ye Xuanji hid behind the rockery, she was so engrossed in watching that she even forgot how hungry she was...

They were originally a couple, after so much, maybe they will never go back again?
This is really a trick of good fortune. Looking at it like this, it is not easy for Mo Yuncong to pass...

As for He Yunyan, no matter whether she loves the monarch of Huanglong Kingdom or not, she can live a peaceful life.

When a person has nothing to ask for love, then there is nothing that can hurt her all over...

She was a little absorbed in her thoughts, when someone patted her shoulder suddenly.

A chuckle came from next to my ear: "What are you doing sneaking around here, little Taoist boy?"

The voice was like a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, it was indescribably familiar.

Ye Xuanji froze and almost jumped up.

She turned around slowly, and saw Mo Qingcheng standing two steps away from her with a smile.

The flickering candlelight left a faint halo behind him.

In one of his jade-like hands, he held a Xiangfei bamboo umbrella, and the fine snow hit the umbrella surface, making a fine sound.

He stood there, like smoke like ink, elegant and handsome.

A faint and elegant fragrance gently wafted from his body...

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That's it for today.
(End of this chapter)