Beauty is also cold

"My lord, it's getting cold, here are your cloaks." Zi Kui sent two white fox fur cloaks, and handed them to Xi Shixiao and Liang Qiuche respectively.

After Xi Shixiao took the cloak silently, Zikui withdrew silently.Che'er immediately put on the cloak, looked at the snow, drank hot tea, and still looked happily at the people who hurriedly escaped from the snow.

Wu Han stood in the snow without leaving, looking at the window like a snowman.His face was already pale from the cold, his lips were purple, and his black hair was slowly covered by snowflakes. It was heartbreakingly beautiful.

Upstairs, Xi Shixiao's rationality was shattered by the man in the snow downstairs.Unable to bear it, heartache and unspeakable sadness came together, and he couldn't care less.

A figure floated down from upstairs, the familiar figure slowly enlarged in front of Wu Han, and his heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly. . .A burst of warmth surrounded him, strong arms gently pulled him into his arms, white fox fur, beige clothes, familiar heartbeat. . . . . .Is this a dream?

The boundless snowflakes kept falling, Xi Shixiao was wearing a white fox fur, and hugged Wu Han tightly to help him block the wind and snow.

"I thought I would never see you again..." Wu Han was fascinated by Xi Shixiao's embrace, and expressed his reluctance.His whispers seemed to be talking in a dream, and he didn't even feel real.

Xi Shixiao was stunned for a moment, and then the warmth in his heart slowly surged up.He softly whispered in Wu Han's ear: "I thought, you never want to see me again..."

Wu Han once again suspected that this was a dream, because Xi Shixiao was so gentle at the moment, there was no more and more estrangement before, and there was no strangeness that had nothing to say after reunion. . .They all seem to have returned to the innocence of their teenage years, simply wanting to hold on to the one they love and never let go.

"Brother Yang, are you okay?" A voice came from upstairs.I saw a beautiful face sticking out of the window, shouting at them worriedly.

After Wu Han heard the voice, he instantly woke up from his own world.He backed away, trying to escape from Xi Shixiao's embrace.Helpless, Xi Shixiao locked him tightly in his arms, unable to break free.

"Yibai, come back with me..." Xi Shixiao whispered affectionately.

Wu Han's body became stiff, and he called him "Yibai"... Could it be that he already knew that he was Yibai?He didn't forget Yibai, he didn't forget. . .

Wu Han's heart skipped a beat, as if seeing a bright world.He stretched out his hands and hugged Xi Shixiao tightly, bringing his face close to his chest.The long-lost warmth made him want to cry, but he resisted the urge to cry and said slowly, "Do you love Yibai?"

"Love, love is driving me crazy..." Xi Shixiao said affectionately to the person in his arms.

"Yibai..." Wu Han was about to express his feelings, but was interrupted by a voice next to him.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take him into the palace?" A beautiful young man in white fox fur asked Xi Shixiao coldly, his petite red lips against his snow-white skin were indescribably charming.

The first time he turned his head and saw Liang Qiuche, Wu Han guessed his identity.Because such a beautiful appearance is rare in the world, people have to connect it with the previous rumors. "The most beautiful man in Liangqiu country" is indeed well-deserved, but Wu Han's heart tensed up, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart.

"Yes, I want to take him away." Just now, Xi Shixiao vaguely felt Wu Han's emotional response to him, and for a while he had the confidence to take him away, his voice seemed more magnetic than usual, and his handsome face seemed to have shine.

"Well then, since the Holy Majesty wants him, then Che'er will go back to Liangqiu." Liangqiu Che's eyes became dark, his voice became low and slow, and he continued: "This is the fox fur given by the Holy Majesty. Che'er can't take it away, so let's stay. As he spoke, he took off the fox-fur cloak and threw it on the thin snow on the ground. The thin red dress trembled lonely in the snow...

"Che'er, don't be willful. Stay in the palace obediently, and I will treat you well." Xi Shixiao looked at the trembling Liang Qiuche, feeling unbearable, but he was unwilling to let go of the person in his arms.

"The Holy Majesty once said that Che'er is the most special in the palace, but now he wants to bring someone into the palace...Che'er can't bear to share your love with others." Liang Qiuche's eyes became deep and dark , full of despair and coldness.

"You are Che?" Xi Shixiao noticed the change in Liang Qiuche.

"Yes, I'm Che. I won't let anyone hurt Che'er. Not even the Holy One." While talking, he untied the Dragon Jade from his belt and threw it on the fox fur on the ground.

Passers-by hurriedly avoided the heavy snow, and very few people noticed this scene on the street: a beautiful young man took off his fox-fur cloak, threw away the precious ornaments on his body, and said silently while trembling: "By the way, this red dress was also given by the sage..." Immediately after she was about to take off her coat, the coquettish red dress slowly faded in the heavy snow, and her alluring neck was about to be completely exposed. . .

"Enough!" Xi Shixiao quickly let go of Wu Han in his arms, rushed to Liang Qiuche, put on his coat, and immediately took off the fox fur on his body, and put it on for him.

Liang Qiuche embraced Xi Shixiao's neck and rubbed against his neck lightly, then tears overflowed in his eyes: "My lord, don't abandon Che'er, you said you would never leave me. ..." The choked sound of grievance reached Xi Shixiao's ears, making him feel pain in his heart.

"Che'er won't cry, I won't leave you, and I won't abandon you..." Xi Shixiao comforted him gently.

Wu Han watched all this like a puppet, and his heart that had just recovered fell into the endless abyss again.Liang Qiuche was acting like a baby, to the usually decisive and calm emperor. . .And Xi Shixiao would dote on this person so much, and let him cry and fight on his shoulder. . .