drink snow and ice

The man's room was filled with a strange aroma like water mist.

It was so hot that it seemed to condense into water droplets and fall down one by one.

When He Xueyan entered the room, he took off his coat, and inside was a snow-white undershirt.

The ones that were washed were white and wrinkled, and were so thin that they penetrated the flesh.

The man was tall and slender, with a well-proportioned frame covered with a thin layer of skin, white and soft.

It really couldn't be more harmless.

She turned her back to Chu Yuanyuan, put her hands on the edge of the bed, curled her fingers and squeezed them tightly, there was a blue-red strangle mark on each wrist, her beautiful head hung down, and her long hair swayed gently like silk ribbons.

Chu Yuanyuan felt at a loss what to do, most of the medicine on the Queen's body faded, and she sat there thin and pitiful.

She was reluctant to leave, scratched her head and struggled for a long time before slowly saying: "Does the queen mother want noodles?"

The person raised his head, turned his face slowly, his light-colored pupils were full of misty tenderness, as if he was too stingy to express such fragile tenderness, and quickly lowered his eyes, she said, "Okay."

The person in front of him could not be said to have been pampered since he was a child, but he was definitely a well-bred lady.

Even though He Xueyan was wearing plain linen clothes, sitting under the stove and making a fire, she was still a dignified and beautiful fire girl, ah bah, Chu Yuanyuan shook her head frantically, who could afford such a good-looking fire girl.

She grabbed a handful of dry noodles, weighed the weight, lifted the lid of the pot and threw the noodles in.

In the steaming mist, she looked at He Xueyan's face blushed by the fire from the stove in a trance.

It's so pretty, Chu Yuanyuan lowered his head, thinking every word, so fucking pretty.

The firelight was very warm, He Xueyan raised his hand and glanced at his hand, which was usually too cold to feel, opened and closed in the firelight, so warm that people had the illusion of grasping something.

Chu Yuanyuan's craftsmanship is good, a bowl of plain noodles, two small green vegetables that have been peeled to the tender core, and a golden poached egg.

In her own bowl, there are only vegetable leaves that have been peeled off and she is reluctant to throw away.

For such a silly child, He Xueyan suddenly lost interest after taking a few mouthfuls, and she propped her chin and sighed leisurely.

Chu Yuanyuan was very hungry. After wandering around with Tian Zhen and the others for so long, he was also frightened by the prince. His messy little heart was struggling to settle down when he saw He Xueyan.

Handfuls of noodles were stuffed into his mouth without chewing, and he swallowed while enduring the heat.

"Does Yuanyuan like the prince?"

Chu Yuanyuan just tucked in a chopstick of noodles, most of which were still hanging on his lips. Hearing this, he shook his head frantically, and the noodles with soup were shaken here and there by her.

The man looked at her with a look she couldn't understand for a while, then raised his hand to press the top of her hair, and rubbed it lightly: "You should like it."

It's a pity that there is no one in this world who you should be able to fall in love with. Human feelings are the most uncontrollable factor.

After eating, Chu Yuanyuan should have gone back to sleep. The room was quiet, and the cold moonlight illuminated a small piece of blue brick floor through the thin window paper, as well as the package that Tian Zhen brought back.

That's all she bought.

He Xueyan didn't like lighting the lamp very much, she surrounded her in a gloomy manner, as if she was the only one left in the world.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers climbing on the hooked veil.

The violent heartbeat caused by the medicine had subsided, and she raised her other palm to her chest.

Boom...boom...beating smoothly and calmly.

"Mother's queen..." The little girl who had just returned patted the door hesitantly.

The little girl handed her a branch of candied haws, which was very beautiful, with six hawthorns neatly strung together, each of which was about the same size.

Evenly coated with a layer of clear syrup, and wrapped in translucent glutinous rice paper.

Chu Yuanyuan offered the most common food in the market to He Xueyan like a gift of treasure.

She lowered her head and looked at the string of candied haws that could be called beautiful, but she didn't pick it up: "Why did you give me this?"

"Because..." The little girl scratched her hair embarrassingly: "I've never eaten it."

When she was young, she lived with a lame old beggar, and the two of them sometimes didn't even have a full meal a day.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, the old beggar said he would buy it for her, but he never came back.

It was only later that I learned that there was a strong wind that day, a fire broke out in the temple, and the old beggar ran slowly and was trampled to death by the raging crowd.

"This is the most beautiful bunch in the whole stall. It is big and beautiful in color. It must be very sweet!"

The beauty with many stars and moons finally took the bunch of candied haws in her hand, which was also outstanding among stars and moons. She frowned slightly: "This thing is only sweet on the outside. No matter how big or big the hawthorn is, it is sour."

"It's sour and astringent, not worth the aftertaste."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Yuanyuan knelt down in front of her, hugged her waist tightly with his arms, buried his face in her clothes, and said in a vague voice, "It must be very sweet."

Obsessed with obsession.

The bottom of the candied haws skewer was a bit sharp, He Xueyan moved a little farther to avoid accidentally piercing Chu Yuanyuan, and rested his other hand casually on her head, his fingers brushed over the top of her head like touching a puppy : "You haven't eaten yet."

The little girl raised her face, her eyes were shining, and she quickly kissed her on the lips at a speed that He Xueyan didn't even realize: "I've eaten it before."

"It's obviously very sweet."

With a snap, the bunch of candied haws fell from her weak hand and fell heavily on the ground, the sugar coating shattered into large and small sugar residues.

Chu Yuanyuan raised his head inexplicably, only to see that person covering his lips, his pupils dilated instantly.

His snow-white face was stained with a beautiful color of blood.

"What's wrong?" She reached out to grab He Xueyan's hand: "Has your hand been pricked?"

Before he opened his hands, he was kicked on the side of the waist lightly, and the perpetrator turned his head, his white and red face was amazingly beautiful, and he said out of breath: "Get out."

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was captured...