Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 331 [This is me]

Due to Yuan Shengzhi's injury, today's outing could not continue. When returning to the palace, Yuan Zixiao only said that Yuan Shengzhi was injured as a result of exchanging lessons with others.

Chen Lingling laughed secretly, if Yuan Shengzhi heard this reason, wouldn't he be dizzy again.

As a general, she needs to protect the emperor's safety, so on the way back to the palace, she can only follow Xuanyuan Jiaye.

The cold wind was blowing, and the snow was flying heavily, covering the entire palace. Looking from a distance, it was a vast expanse of whiteness.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, and suddenly flew to the gate of Xuanwu Gate, looking down at the mountains and rivers in front of him.

Chen Lingling had no choice but to follow and fly up, standing far behind him, snowflakes fell and sprinkled on their shoulders.

Xuanyuan Jiaye stretched out his palm to catch a snowflake, and his deep face was stained with a smile.

"It's snowing again." He sighed softly.

The woman stared at the white snow all over the ground, exhaled a breath of white air, "Yes."

That year, under the sect of Xuanwu, the brothers Jinnan King and Emperor Qingluan killed each other, and the cruel and bloody battle to force the palace ended with him winning.

It was also that year that she fell into a coma, and those three years were blank and confused for her.

"Build a snowman." The man suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes were calm, but his smile was gentle.

Chen Lingling was slightly stunned, her brows were furrowed, obviously she refused.

Xuanyuan Jiaye stood there in a black robe, with a fluffy collar around his neck, looking more and more stern and noble. He didn't care about Chen Lingling's resistance at all, and his low voice revealed a soft laugh .

"Build a snowman, will you?" His tone was somewhat pleading.

Chen Lingling frowned even deeper, glanced at him, then walked to the city wall, bent down and started snowballing.

The man didn't move, he stood there and watched her every movement deeply.

Chen Lingling's figure was reflected in his eyes, deep and deep, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance in his heart forever.

It was a bit cold, but Chen Lingling didn't seem to feel it. She held the snowball and threw it on the ground, rolling it a little bit. Just as she bent down again, a pair of black boots appeared in front of her.

Before she could react, someone grabbed her hands. Xuanyuan Jiaye took out a pair of gloves from somewhere and put them on for her. There were golden lotus flowers embroidered on them. The fabric was not very thick, but it was extremely warm. .

Chen Lingling stared at her hands in astonishment, only feeling that her hands were as hot as a branding iron, so she didn't know how to move.

"Go on." Xuanyuan Jiaye took a few steps back, smiled and motioned her to continue.

The white gloves were a bit inconvenient to wear on her hands, but she didn't take them off, and bent down to continue making snowmen.

But suddenly there was a whistling sound in her ears, she raised her head and saw the man standing by the city wall, holding a black jade flute in his hand, his slender fingers were dancing on the flute, and the whistling sound he blew was even more distant and pleasant.

She hadn't heard this song before, but it sounded a bit parting and uncomfortable.

There was a dull pain in her chest, she frowned and said, "Change another song."

The man looked back and chuckled, paused for a while, and started blowing again.

This song sounds much lighter, but the bitterness of parting just now lingers in Chen Lingling's heart.

Before I knew it, the rudiment of the snowman came out, just put on the eyes and insert two branches.

Just when she was thinking about where to find the branches, Xuanyuan Jiaye had already walked over with the dry branches, bent down and inserted the branches on both sides of the snowman, and took out a jade crown from her pocket and put it on the snowman's chest. On the head, then tear off a strip of cloth embroidered with gold thread along the corner of the clothes and wrap it around the snowman's neck.

He straightened up and looked deeply at the snowman in front of him.

"Remember, this is me."

Chen Lingling looked back at him, then glanced at the snowman again, but didn't answer.

Xuanyuan Jiaye didn't mind either, turned around and flew down the Xuanwu Gate, "Follow me to Shoukang Palace."

(End of this chapter)