Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 223 Meeting the Snow King - Breaking the Old Love (2)

"I—" I bowed my head and didn't say anything else. What can I say?Do I want to tell him that I saw Yang Ling just now?
Ridiculous, he will definitely comfort me again, I don't think there is anything else to say other than that.

Why should I bring up other people's painful memories?How could the friendship between him and Yang Ling be destroyed by death!
Although I'm not sure when Huang Yan will forget his friend Yang Ling, but I know at least now he won't.

When we came to Fengming Inn, an inn not far from Xujiabao, it was already sunset.

The afterglow of the sun, sprinkled on the earth, is golden.Although it is not as dazzling as autumn, it is also rare.

The land after the snow is like a transparent golden quilt, so beautiful and enchanting.

There are many guards at the entrance of Fengming Inn. They saw me and led me directly into Fengming Inn.I think Snow King must have painted my portrait, otherwise how would they know me?
He was wearing white clothes, with a silver belt around his waist, and a gold-colored piping pattern.Elegant and generous without losing dignity.This is the consistent style of the royal family, even the clothes they wear are more majestic than others.

He sat there, sipping tea leisurely, comfortable and calm.No dissonance at all.

Sitting next to him was a coquettishly dressed woman with a fair and petite body under the bright red dress.She is more elegant than enchanting, and she looks like that kind of seductive woman at first glance.If not, why would you be dressed like that?

The collar is set very low, and it draws straight to the cleavage like a path.Although it is fragrant and charming, it is not in harmony with the weather.

Looking at her clothes, I shuddered all over, and naturally felt cold for her.

In winter, the snow just fell yesterday, and today someone is showing off desperately.Even if you want to seduce a man, you don't have to treat yourself as a human being!
"Why don't you need to kneel down when you see the lord?" The shrill and whiny voice unique to women buzzed like a noisy and disturbing fly.

I glanced at him a little leisurely, not bothering to talk to him. "Could it be that Snow King called me here just to make me kneel?" My tone was obviously full of dissatisfaction, but very cold.

(End of this chapter)