Feixue Menghua

Chapter 16
"Will you die if you hug it?"

Meng Hanyan's clear and sweet voice came down so crisply that the stern prince outside the sedan chair was slightly taken aback.

"meeting."

The man in a gorgeous purple wide-sleeved dress had a cold voice that was clear to the ear, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

"Forget it, I'll come down by myself! Otherwise, I'll lose too much money!"

Meng Hanyan jumped down from the luan sedan chair, the pearls on the beautiful phoenix crown were round and bright, and as she walked and walked, the bells on her body rang.

She didn't see the man's appearance, but through the fiery red hijab, she only saw a corner of the purple robe below, dotted with white cherry blossoms, which was beyond words.

And that flowing long hair is an incomparably beautiful silver-purple color.

"From this moment on, you have entered the gate of the palace. From now on, you will be my king's person in life and my ghost in death."

The cold voice that came from my ears was colder than the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Although Meng Hanyan wanted to greet all eighteen generations of his ancestors, but she weighed the difference in strength between the two sides, and bit her red lips to hold back.

There is no wedding, no ceremony, and the whole palace is like a cold empty city, exuding a bleak chill.

"Princess Wangfei, please follow the future!"

Apart from her, there was no other woman in the whole house, and even the person who took her to the new house was a general.

Listening to his voice, he was full of arrogance, and his white armor exuded a murderous aura, like a man who has been on the battlefield for a long time.

Stepping on the thick white snow under her feet, Meng Hanyan walked forward step by step.

"Squeak!"

The vermilion wooden door was pushed open, and only a pair of candles were burning in the dark room.

The door behind was suddenly closed, and only Meng Hanyan was left standing in the room.

She lifted the fiery red hijab on her head, and saw this cold and quiet new house, without a trace of festiveness at all.

The pair of candles in the wedding room turned out to be as pale as snow.

It was more like a funeral than a wedding.

Meng Hanyan walked to the desk beside her, and took up a pen and ink to write down the handwriting in a graceful and unrestrained manner.

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. For a little girl, take revenge all day long!"

She pasted this word on the door, clapped her hands, and walked away without paying attention to the guards who were all over the palace.

Although she didn't see the picture of that guy seeing the paper, she can imagine that his expression must be extremely exciting!

There were candles in the room, and the night was sultry, but the bride had disappeared, and there was only a big, flying letter on the door.

When the stern prince came back from his official business, he was so angry that he couldn't breathe smoothly when he saw this scene!

No one has ever dared to provoke him like this!
This little woman is so courageous!
That night, the torches of the large army searched throughout the city illuminated the night like day.

The plain snow all over the sky fell one after another, drowning the sight in front of him. A fiery figure stood on the tower, and the wedding dress was blown wildly by the strong wind.

The picture in the dream was gradually covered by snow and gradually became blurred.

Meng Hanyan woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the light outside the window was dim, shining on her body through the soft mist gauze.

"Who am I? Where am I?"

She sat up, feeling a little dazed.

The dream just now was too clear and real, making her feel that it was not a dream, but a memory buried in her mind.

(End of this chapter)