Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

The snow is getting heavier!

There was also a drizzle of rain.

No matter how big the fire was, it was gradually put out.

Wangyou held up an oil umbrella to shield Yang Susu from the rain and snow, and Lengyue also lowered the oil umbrella carefully, fearing that Mo Shi would get wet.

The few of them were silent along the way, with only the sounds of wind, snow and rain.

When we reached the wooden bridge, the thorny fish in the pond swam happily under the ice, and from time to time, the shadows of one or two road-cleaning snakes passed by.

Snakes hibernate in winter.

But this road cleaning snake, although afraid of cold, does not hibernate.

"The woman's soul was in tatters and gave off a foul odor. I don't know how she managed to put on a complete skin. It's strange."

Mo Shi was wearing a pink cloak that Wangyou had just bought. Her two little cheeks were red from the cold. At this moment, she was standing on tiptoe and stretching her head to see if there were any other living things in the pond besides fish and snakes.

Leng Yue was curious. This little master was obviously blind, but why was she still looking into the ice pool?

And he always likes to say weird things.

Yang Susu paused, turned around and looked at Mo Shi inquiringly.

Psylocke landed on her shoulder, flapping its wings from time to time.

Seeing that there were still only a few fish and snakes in the pond, Mo Shi pouted and said, "Wait until Xue'er is smaller, I will come back to fish for you."

When he turned around, he saw Yang Susu looking at him very seriously, and couldn't help wondering: "Master?"

"Mo Shi, did Yang Rongxin return to Zhaohuayuan before the fire?"

Mo Shi's eyes, which were sometimes focused and bright, and sometimes unfocused and confused, blinked and said, "I don't know either."

Wangyou couldn't help but ask: "Then why did you say you were saving the souls of the dead?"

"Because... the secret cannot be revealed."

Forget worry: "..."

Leng Feng Leng Yue laughed softly, this little master is really strange.

Yang Susu gathered her black coat and said, "It's snowing hard, let's all go back to the house."

"Yes."

Back in the house, Yang Susu took off her black coat and started to pack her medicine box.

Wangyou stood aside and said, "Miss, the snow is so strong, do we still need to go to the Ming Palace tonight?"

Yang Susu nodded: "Yes, not at night, I will go there immediately after I pack the medicine box."

Wangyou was puzzled: "Miss, are we going now?"

"Um."

"Although the snow is strong and there are few people here, Miss, if someone sees you..."

Yang Susu naturally knew what Wangyou meant. If someone saw her, an unmarried young lady rashly going to the prince's mansion, she would definitely be criticized.

Yang Susu kept moving her hands, putting all the prepared medicines into the medicine box, closing the lid, and said lightly: "Okay, let's go."

Forget worry: "..."

It turns out that the young lady pretended not to hear what she said!

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Ming Palace

The wind and snow were raging, but it still couldn't cover up the strong smell of blood here. If you look carefully, you can still see traces of blood on the white snow.

Jun Zeyuan was still wearing his grey cloak, with a green robe underneath, holding a pot of wine in his hand, sitting on the corridor, looking at the rain and snow all over the sky, with a haggard face and sad eyes, and he poured the wine into his throat gulp after gulp.

Suddenly, two figures fell down with the wind and snow.

Yang Susu saw Jun Zeyuan drinking alone and appreciating the snow at first sight. She bowed slightly and said, "Sixth Prince."

“You’re awake!”

"Um"

Yang Susu: "Is he okay?"

Jun Zeyuan lowered his eyes and remained silent.