Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Chapter 785: The Tyrant's Little Princess (37)

Chapter 785 The Tyrant's Little Princess (37)

Facts have proved that Yingchun's guess was not accurate at all.

In the evening, the first snow fell in Huangdu.

First there was a little snow, then the sky gathered enough strength, and the snow began to grow bigger.

One piece after another fell one after another, covering the entire imperial city with crystal clear and beautiful snow white.

As soon as the snow started to fall, the wind also picked up, whistling, and blowing desperately.

In Changle Palace, all the doors and windows have been reinforced, and firewalls have been pasted up.

The charcoal fire was burning 24 hours a day, and the maid opened the window for ventilation from time to time, and then closed it again.

After nightfall, the temperature outside plummeted even more. It was so cold that people's faces were red from the cold, and their scalps were numb from the cold.

After turning off the lights and going to bed, Yun Si lay on her comfortable bed, listening to the occasional wind from outside, she didn't want to move anymore.

The surrounding environment was so comfortable, warm, hot and comfortable, she sat up lazily after sitting there for a while.

"." She touched her face, lowered her eyes, and sat quietly for a while.

Soon, her figure disappeared, and the quilt was covered back by an invisible force.

It was a snowy night, and the snow outside was so heavy that it almost immediately covered the ground that had just been cleaned.

The soldiers were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes with armor on the outside, their faces were dry and cracked by the cold, and they remained motionless, like sculptures.

The wind blew violently, and the snow that fell on the ground flew up again, and flew straight into the open window eaves.

The cold outside temperature squeezed in frantically through such a window, as if trying to completely devour the warmth inside.

The man standing by the window eaves, with his hands on the window sill, stared quietly at the heavy snow outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

The wind blowing outside made the howling cold, like countless sharp knives passing through the body, it was very cold.

The prince who brought in the warm tea saw the emperor standing in the wind, hurried forward,

"Your Majesty, it's windy outside, don't stand here, this old slave should close the window."

Que Yan waved his hand, didn't look at him, his brows were cold, "Go out."

Eunuch Wang didn’t dare to speak anymore, so he said yes and stepped back.

Looking out through the eaves of the window, the ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow, reflecting the light, but it can't change the coldness above.

Que Yan put his hand on the window sill again, his face pale as water.

I do not know how long it has been,

A certain black and white little dumpling jumped down from the high eaves, and stepped on the snow with its paws, leaving a long plum blossom footprint.

Seeing that the window was wide open, Que Yan was standing there, his eyes lit up, and he ran over.

"Aw~"

The white tiger group covered in snowflakes rushed towards him.

The window was closed immediately.

The man held it, his eyes were calm, he patted the snowflakes on its body, his tone was calm,

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

“.Ow?” Why didn’t you come?

It flicked its tail, the top was cold, but its small body was warm.

Lying in his arms familiarly, her beautiful tiger eyes looked at him quietly.

The man didn't speak any more. He put it on the small bed and wiped its paws with the hot water beside it.

After wiping it clean, it was finally put on the dragon bed this time.

"Ow~" It's hard work.