Fenghua Peerless: The Demon Concubine is proud of the sky

Chapter 2 Death and Resurrection 2
There was a mist in his eyes, and he reached out to wipe away the hot tears, just to be able to look at the monarch one more time. Bu Le's heart was hurting. What hurt him was not that he was dying, but that the monarch could only be alone and arrogant in the future. Standing on a high place, the solitude and loneliness made him unbearable.

He is the only one who grew up with the monarch and the only one who understands him.

The falling snow is getting colder and colder, and the cries are heartbroken in the cliff valley.

In a simple house with blue bricks and white tiles, a woman in her 40s was lying on the bedside crying bitterly, her voice was already hoarse, her eyes were red and swollen, and tears were still streaming down her face.

□□, a woman in white was lying peacefully, her face was not pale, but rather rosy, with willow eyebrows and white teeth, and a melon-seeded face, she looked as if she had fallen asleep peacefully, but she didn't breathe at all.

Her hair, which was as black as ink, hung down on the edge of the bed like a waterfall, and was gently blown by the wind blowing in from the window sill from time to time. On her head was a pure white bowknot that was not stained with dust. The combination of black and white had a refined beauty.

"My poor... daughter... ah..." The sad words were still squeezed out between the teeth, and the woman beside the bed seemed to faint again from crying.

What responded to her was still the icy snow and the ruthless wind.

She didn't intend to stop, and continued to shout with blurred eyes, as if to wake her up. "I..." However, as soon as he yelled, he passed out from exhaustion.

Everything, attributed to the cold silence.

The wind is still there, and the snowflakes are still there.

The woman of □□ still maintained the sleeping position that day, as kind as she was, never thought that she would not wake up from sleep.

The wind outside the window was getting louder and louder, and it kept pouring into the room through the window, and it also carried a few snowflakes.

Those snowflakes were flying around the house, fluttering like angel's wings, and like lost elves, and finally perched on the sleeping woman in white.

The moment it fell, ripples suddenly rippled like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and the woman's hand moved slightly.

Immediately afterwards, like ripples on the surface of the water, it swept away uncontrollably.

That woman's cold face also began to change slightly.

First, he frowned, then opened his mouth a little with difficulty, and then his eyes began to move slightly.

It seems to be trying to open it.

Her fingers were already bent, and a chill permeated her whole body. Suddenly, her eyes opened suddenly, and she sat up suddenly.

Those bright eyes are as pure, noble and elegant as lotus flowers blooming in the snow.

But in the next second, it turned into ice-cold, chilling, how can you see the slightest bit of purity.

The moment she opened it, the snowflakes that had been falling for several days suddenly stopped, and the long-lost sun broke through the dark clouds and ran out.

Countless birds returned to the valley in groups, and the snow on the ground was melting rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scorching sun made it too late for those who were wearing winter clothes to take off, and they were so hot that they were sweating profusely. This day, it really changed as soon as it was said.

All of a sudden, it was back to summer.

The house with blue bricks and white tiles did not become hot with the sunlight outside. Although the wind blowing in from the windows was a bit warm, it couldn't wash away the icy breath that the woman in the room exuded from the inside.

Eyes like ice blades coldly swept everything in the room, and the woman turned her gaze to herself.

(End of this chapter)