Agent Leng Fei: Playing with the Heartless Emperor

Chapter 197

The old grievances are still unresolved, and the rift is reborn. In this situation, at this moment, Wanzhi who sent Chu Shang away with tears in his eyes, in the wind and snow, was watched by Jun Liyang so vividly, it was unforgettable.

Wanzhi's hands were too cold to tremble, and her lips were too cold to be colorless. Seeing Jun Liyang looking at her quietly like that, she couldn't see her face clearly, but those eyes made people feel chilling.

Jun Liyang's body knew that she wanted to open her mouth to say something, but the wind and snow brushed her lips slightly, just when she thought they would always be buried by the wind and snow until they were so cold that there was no sound. Neither hurt.

Until, she passed away the past, lost everything, until he was not Li Wang, no three wives and four concubines, until she turned around and could still see him.

Thinking of this, the tears in Wanzhi's eyes suddenly faded, like the ice sculpture in the wind and snow is quiet.

Wanzhi didn't wait for that moment, Jun Liyang suddenly rode over, hugged Wanzhi who had been frozen to his death, untied his coir raincoat, contained her completely, opened the bamboo umbrella, no matter how many misunderstandings , No matter how many coincidences, no matter how much heartbreak, no matter how much helplessness, in the wind and snow, they still bear it individually.

The sky and the earth are snowing, separated by a layer of frost and ice, she can't feel his heartbeat, and he can't feel her temperature.

For some reason, Wanzhi thought of what she said to Qise that day, and sneered lightly, this is so far away.

The horse neighed long and galloped into the wind and snow, as if it wanted to take away such suffocating pain.

The weather is getting colder, and the plum blossoms in Wangfu bloom very enchantingly, unrestrainedly and flickering, with half-stretched branches and silhouettes swaying in the wind, beautiful and moving.

The white plums are bright and clean, the red plums are alluring, and the red and white complement each other.

Wanzhi was fascinated by watching it for a while, before she just liked orchids, because orchids are very quiet things, although they should be born in deep valleys, but the orchids everywhere in Lanyuan can always feel peaceful and happy.

I have never discovered that plum blossoms can attract people's eyes and hearts like this.

"Oops!" Following the jade plate falling from her hand, the servant girl's almost hurried voice said, "Princess, you woke up, why did you come out, it's so cold outside."

Wanzhi glanced at the strange face lightly, slowly pressed the hand that came up to help her in a panic, and said lightly, "It's nothing, I just see that the plum blossoms are blooming well."

"Princess, how can I do this, how can I do this, you are in such a body, if you catch a cold again, how can this servant take care of you—"

Just at that moment, the warm sun suddenly appeared, and the reflection on the plum blossoms and snow dew was even more beautiful, Wanzhi waved her hand lightly, signaling the servant girl to be quiet, "I want to watch it for a while—"

Feeling the maid's anxiety about crying, "Go and get my coat. The sun is shining now, so I'll just sit for a while."

The servant girl wiped her tears and moved the soft chair, and put the sable fur on Wanzhi, she didn't know what the princess was thinking, her eyes were clear and there was no emotion, she just looked at the plum blossom quietly, at the little spots of snow on the petals Turn into water, drop by drop.

The maid hurriedly came over with the stove, took the soup and medicine and drank it, but she didn't say a word. The atmosphere in the palace was almost as freezing as the weather in the past two days, and the servants didn't even dare to breathe. That day The scene where Wang Li took the princess back is engraved in everyone's heart.

So this servant girl naturally didn't talk too much, just when the servant girl thought that the princess would just go quiet like this, Wanzhi spoke up, "The prince is not sick, right?"

"No—I did—" the servant girl said cautiously, and between her brows she lowered her eyebrows and saw that the hand that gently outlined the plum blossom trembled, and the cold water on the petals slipped into the soft white palm along the fingertips.

(End of this chapter)