I, the first son, became a woman

"it is good--!"

Looking at the picture of happy mother and daughter's life in front of her, Xia Juan really couldn't bear to disturb her.

but--

Eldest sister, can you stop talking halfway? ! ! !

Taking a deep breath for a moment, he smiled wryly, helplessly.

Xia Juan looked at Xia Feiyan closely, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Eldest sister, you haven't told me what... what happened."

The sound of chopsticks fell slowly.

Sitting on Xia Feiyan's lap, Xiao Yunjin ate happily and became quiet.

Xia Feiyan also idled away and looked up at Xia Juan.

Her mysterious and unhurried appearance made Xia Juan really anxious for a while.

"Want to know?"

Xia Feiyan squinted her eyes in a mysterious way.

Then nodded.

"Well, since you want to know, Juan'er, I have nothing bad to say."

"Well...yesterday."

"There was a person who saw someone he cared about entering the palace, so he followed him along."

"Unfortunately, the palace ordered the guards to stop him."

"Thus, this person who has always been calm and cared about the overall situation suddenly changed yesterday."

"He wants to forcefully break into the palace!"

"Of course, I was later stopped by someone sent by your elder sister, and told him that the people he cares about are safe and sound, and let him go back."

"I thought he had left the palace and gone home."

"But Yue'er didn't tell me until just now."

"This man has been kneeling outside the palace gate for a day and a night."

"Looks like..."

"This fool didn't see that someone he cared about was safe."

"I can't let it go!"

Covering his mouth, he suddenly giggled.

Xia Feiyan squinted her eyes and looked at Xia Juan with great interest, her whole body was beaming with joy.

However on the opposite side.

It was different from Xia Feiyan's full smile.

Xia Juan's face turned ashen and pale almost instantly.

Ok?

Is that person the eldest sister mentioned...?

and many more.

Is it...

That cry I heard when I entered the palace yesterday.

Not an illusion, is it true? !

but……

How can it be? !

I……

His eyes twitched and his head turned left and right involuntarily, as if he was excited by thinking of something.

Xia Juan sat in his original position.

But suddenly he felt like sitting on pins and needles, couldn't help swallowing saliva, and fidgeted.

"Okay, Juan."

Seeming to see through something, Xia Feiyan shook her head dotingly.

"you."

"Why don't you hurry up and get out of the palace?"

Chapter 745 Ice and Snow

The snow in Beijing in winter falls as soon as it is said.

Xia Juan left Moyu Palace, alone according to the memory in his mind.

Step by step, but paused from time to time.

She stopped and walked, back and forth, always wandering in the palace as if going around in circles.

A heart has already become a mess.

Who is Xia Feiyan talking about?

In fact, at that moment, she had a vague reaction and understood something.

But the two are now in a cold war.

And instinctively resisted, not wanting to see him for the time being.

So Xia Juan's mind was almost empty, and he didn't think about anything.

Simply, walking slowly in the heavy snow, even she herself didn't know what she was doing.

But how to tangle and wander.

No matter how dragged slowly.

Unconsciously.

Xia Juan, who was dazed and confused like a chaotic one, trembled suddenly, and heard something in his ear.

She looked up.

The cloudy eyes finally began to clear up.

Xia Juan found that at this very moment, he had finally arrived at the wide-open palace gate.

and……

I also saw a familiar figure.

"Master Ye, you can go back."

Outside the palace gate, the guard guarding the palace gate shook his head and looked helplessly at Ye Ning who was kneeling on the ground all day and all night.

The snow fell, covering his whole body in white.

But he just stood there quietly.

He didn't say a word, and he didn't move.

Like an eternal rock.

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Seeing that Ye Ning didn't answer, several people looked at each other, and one of them spoke again.

"Yesterday, the emperor issued a decree that anyone can enter, except Mr. Ye, you are not allowed to enter the palace."

"Master Ye, why are you doing this?!"

The answer to them is always spotless white.

And a deafeningly quiet stubbornness.

Ye Tran knelt on the ground quietly, his eyes turned red and blinked as the heavy snow fell.

But in this world of ice and snow.

He seemed to have stopped breathing.

"This……"

"Master Ye, it's not easy for brothers like you to do things!"

"That's right! Mr. Ye, no matter how much you kneel down, the emperor won't let you in!"

"Master Ye, listen to my advice! If you hadn't helped me back then, I wouldn't be so earnest in admonishing you now!"

"That's right...Young Master Ye, you have always been calm and courteous, and you are in control of the overall situation. Why are you as stubborn as a simple and old-fashioned minister now?!"

"Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye? This..."

"Hey! Forget it...the emperor asked us to stop him, then..."

"Ugh!"

Sigh.

Those guards looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly again, and walked back to their original positions.

It's just that they just stopped.

Suddenly, as a guard.

Their keen ears allowed them to hear the sound of light footsteps coming from the palace gate.

"Huh? Someone is leaving the palace?"

He hesitated.

Several guards turned around subconsciously and glanced at them.

Heavy snow, fluttering down from the top of the head, like a lamp of neon, swaying, swaying for a lifetime.

Xia Juan had no expression on his face, and was wearing a robe that looked unisex.

But that face was carefully groomed by the maid.

In this pure white snow world, it looks even more gorgeous and beautiful.

As if in an ink painting, a touch of rose color falls from the tip of the pen, slowly blurring in the landscape, ethereal.

With heavy, tangled, slow, mixed-feeling steps.

Xia Juan is like a stone that has lost any way of thinking.

She just looked straight at Ye Ning who was kneeling in front of her.

Watching the snow cover his head, face, and legs.

Seeing that his palms were red from the cold, he still maintained his calmness and determination, standing still like a rock.

This guy...does he want to freeze himself to death? !

Unknowingly, he gritted his teeth quietly.

Xia Juan acted as if he had nothing to do with himself and was calm about the changes.

The footsteps finally stopped suddenly at the gate of the palace and stood still.

In front of the white flowers, a touch of color suddenly appeared.

The rustling footsteps seemed to still be echoing in my ears.

Ye Ning didn't know how long he had been kneeling here.

Even if Xia Feiyan ordered someone to come and tell him that Xia Juan was safe, he could rest assured.

But if he didn't see it with his own eyes, how could he feel at ease?