The cute princess is going to defy the sky

Chapter 7 Master (1)

The black-clothed boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly said: "Yes, this subordinate knows his mistake, and this subordinate is meddling in their own business!"

"Luo Xi is still waiting for me, return to the palace as quickly as possible."

"Yes!"

The boy in black never looked at Beiyueli again, and rushed forward in the carriage.

A dazzling golden light suddenly lit up——

The two white horses driving suddenly gave birth to two pairs of snow-white wings, and with the golden carriage, they flew straight to the starry night sky, leaving Bei Yueli alone at the bottom of the dark and cold cliff.

Beiyueli watched the carriage abandon him, lay down on the ground, and went over what the man said just now, word by word in his mind: I don't remember when I had a fiancée, and when I had a fiancée. , Don’t care about nothing, irrelevant people or things, have something to do with me?
He doesn't recognize her as his fiancee. To him, she is just an irrelevant person or thing, and has nothing to do with him!
At the moment of the lowest point in life, and then being so disgusted by others, it is false to say that you are not angry.

But Beiyueli made it very clear that he didn't like her and had nothing to do with her, so it was reasonable not to want to save her.

He is not wrong!
only……

From this moment, Beiyueli has completely crossed out the name Xuanyuan Dixing from her mind.

As he said, she would never waste any of her thoughts, time, or mind for irrelevant people or irrelevant things.

Beiyueli turned his head again to look at the danger-ridden surroundings, and he was already focused on survival.

She pulled out the gauze and hemostatic medicine prepared in advance from her chest, and simply treated the wound for herself.

She wanted to get up from the ground and find a place to settle herself temporarily, but the force of the fall just now cut her waist, causing her to move even a little at this moment, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't bear it.

She could only lie on the ground temporarily, wait for the wound to ease the pain, and then make plans.

But as time goes by...

Because she fell into the ice and was seriously injured, she was hit by a high fever, and she gradually fell into a coma...

Lives are at stake!

I do not know how long it has been……

A pure white figure appeared at the bottom of the cliff...

The man walked to Bei Yueli with graceful steps, stared at her weak and pale face for a moment, and didn't dislike her blood stains, bent down and embraced her in his arms.

Turning around, leaping lightly, her figure is like a rainbow, flying towards the twinkling night sky like a shooting star...

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one year later.

In the territory of Longyue, the top of the ancient forest.

The holy place to hide from the world, the Burial Snow Pavilion.

It was clearly the beginning of spring in March, the season when all things were recovering, but the Snow Burial Pavilion was completely white, the misty flying snow was whistling by the wind, and everything had been frozen into ice.

A young man in white sat cross-legged on the snow-covered platform in front of the pavilion, closing his eyes and concentrating, as if he was practicing.

The young man was extremely beautiful, with long black hair tied high behind his head with a white ribbon, revealing a full and delicate forehead, a pair of curved willow-leaf eyebrows raised slightly, and there was a calm and windy temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, which became more and more beautiful. He is elegant and alienated.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes with a swish—

That pair of dark and bright eyes are like the brightest stars in the night sky, dazzling inconceivably, and the slender eyelashes are thick and curled up, blinking slightly, like the wings of a butterfly trembling slightly.

The corners of her thin pink lips were raised slightly, her eyebrows and eyes gathered into a smile, and her whole person seemed to radiate a radiant light in an instant.

"It's done!"

Beiyueli's brows and eyes were full of excitement, and he jumped off the high platform neatly, turned around and ran into the elegant pavilion behind him.

"Master—"

Bei Yueli happily ran into the study.

In the clean and tidy study room, the snow-colored figure stood with his back to Beiyueli. Hearing her call, his body stiffened imperceptibly, then turned around, and looked at Beiyueli indifferently.

Three thousand silver hair flowing like snow...

A peerless face as pure as the moon...

A pair of black eyes that are as quiet as an ancient well seem to have seen through thousands of worlds and mortals, ancient and far away, like a god of creation left behind in the world.

(End of this chapter)