drink snow and ice

The flat blue brick ground was broken into a small pool of light red transparent sugar, reflecting the clear light under the moonlight.

It seems to be more beautiful and precious than some precious gems.

He Xueyan pursed her lips and stared at it for a while, as if she couldn't resist her inner desire.

The woman who got off the bed barefoot squatted down in the pale moonlight, her loose long hair fell to the ground in strands, twisted a piece of her fingers and hesitated for a while and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweetness envelops the saliva, which is too greasy.

It is a vulgar and irresistible sweetness.

Even a cold-hearted person like He Xueyan couldn't refuse.

He Xueyan seemed to have nothing in her heart, maybe in this way she could use all the resources around her to survive desperately.

It's like she wasn't born to like anyone.

Chu Yuanyuan has never seen a beautiful and self-reliant queen so groggy, her snow-white face is flushed, her ears are pink, and even kicking people is like a rabbit being forced to jump over a wall.

It's so damn good-looking, Chu Yuanyuan thought about it for a while, and couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.

When that person was at a loss, his shallow pupils quivered slightly in his eye sockets, and his eyes were full of fine watery light.

But after that night, Chu Yuanyuan didn't see He Xueyan for several days.

The medicine had been boiled for several days in the yard, and the medicine residue was piled up in the small vegetable garden as vegetable fertilizer.

She squatted outside the small vegetable garden, poking the medicine residues into a mess with a wooden stick.

Tian Zhen squatted down beside her, half hugged her with his arms, and leaned his face slightly in the crook of his arms: "Are you worried about the queen?"

The little girl glanced at her, then turned her head quickly, and didn't speak for a long time.

"It's not so easy to die." One hand took the wooden stick in her hand: "If she doesn't take the medicine, someone will press the base of her tongue with a tongue depressor and pour it into her. If she goes on a hunger strike, tie up the gauze." If she doesn’t eat, she doesn’t give Lingsha water to drink and hangs herself under the porch to bask in the sun, if she can’t be saved, she hangs herself with a silver needle, she will live longer than His Majesty.”

Tian Zhen lowered his head, looking unhappy: "What's more, He Xueyan herself wants to live a very difficult life. Life is hard and death is easy. She understands the hardships of life better than you and me."

According to Tian Zhen, it seemed that death was a relief for He Xueyan.

Because he was worried about the person who hadn't shown up for several days, Chu Yuanyuan didn't eat much for dinner, and followed Tian Zhen as a ghost in a daze, watching her wash the dishes and boil the water.

When Tian Zhen rubbed the white flesh on her body fiercely in the wooden barrel, she was still wondering why such a crooked beauty suddenly fell ill?

She was born very white, and was thin and weak before. The flesh on her body was basically grown out of the pampered place during this period. The new tender meat was like milk tofu, and she almost couldn't bear it.

Tian Zhen tried his best to restrain himself from looking where he shouldn't, holding a handkerchief to wipe her back, and Chu Yuanyuan grabbed her wrist suddenly.

The little cook was very strong, and Tian Zhen's wrist was painful after pinching.

The tall maid lowered her arms following her strength, with no expression on her face.

His expression was inexplicably pitiful: "You like the queen."

Hearing this, Chu Yuanyuan was taken aback, bounced in the wooden barrel, then slipped on the sole of his foot and fell into the warm water, choking on several mouthfuls of bath water.

"Cough cough cough cough..." She pointed at Tian Zhen: "You... cough cough cough cough, talking nonsense!"

The man was completely drenched by her bath water, his soft forehead hair was soaked in warm water, and ink stains clinged embarrassingly to his snow-white cheeks.

Moisture hung from the slender eyelashes, Tian Zhen restrained his expression, picked up the handkerchief and wrung it dry: "You belong to His Highness."

She pressed Chu Yuanyuan's shoulders, and twisted the little girl to turn around to reveal her smooth back: "Life and death are His Highness's people."

This tossing, coupled with Tian Zhen's astonishing speech, really bluffed Chu Yuanyuan.

I didn't sleep well until midnight, only feeling extremely thirsty.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, there was a tearing pain in his throat.

She opened her eyes, her gaze was facing the hook of the mosquito net, and the milky white curtain spread like water waves, pouring down.

Chu Yuanyuan felt that his whole body was so sore and limp that he couldn't even twist his neck, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

Living among the beggars since she was a child, the little girl who is as strong as a calf has never been sick and has no concept of getting sick at all.

The little girl who hasn't been sick for more than ten years only thinks that she is going to die, so there is no concept that she is becoming delicate and easy to get sick now.

It is difficult for people who have been ill for a long time to sleep soundly, not to mention having their arms pressed down, and beads of warm liquid usually fall into the palms one by one.

The pitiful liquid spilled down her wrist and wet her sleeves.

She opened her eyes, sighed, didn't turn around to look, but gently poked the man's soft chin with her fingers.

The little girl raised her face, a not-so-good-looking face bursting with tears.

But it's really pitiful, she had a pair of round eyes with thin eyelids, and even the eyelids turned pink when she cried.

The lower eyelids are also too red to see.

As soon as I sucked my nose, my whole body trembled.

He Xueyan looked at her, sighed again, then patted the quilt to signal her to climb up.

She hugged the queen with both hands and feet, and felt that her body was very cold, so she grabbed her palm and pressed it against her belly.

The 19-year-old Jihou turned around, his ink-like long hair snaking on the pillow.

Qingqian frowned slightly: "Why do you come to my room to cry in the middle of the night?"

She raised her hand, and He Xueyan's fingers seemed to be cold all the time, and there was still a little warmth from her belly flesh on the fingertips. The fingers passed Chu Yuanyuan's eyes: "The mother is not dead yet, why are you crying so sadly?"

The person in front of him was originally thin, and he could see the crooked spine when he lowered his head with his back to her.

Now there is not much flesh on his body.

Chu Yuanyuan said that I think I'm going to die so I can't say it.

The little girl's lips were flattened, and she rushed forward and buried her face in the clothes in front of her.

"I... really... Yuan Yuan really likes the queen mother..."

He Xueyan raised her eyes, looked out of the window in confusion, stroked the little girl's frizzy hair with her fingers: "But I don't know what liking is."

From birth to the present, all the things she has thought about are to survive, life and death, and what she can give in exchange for rewards is all hypocrisy.

The little girl in her arms froze for a moment, then hugged her even tighter.

Chu Yuanyuan only felt that the body under his hands was frighteningly thin, and his fingers only touched a thin layer of flesh and well-shaped ribs.

Her whole body was terribly cold, but her chest was warm, like the last inch of warm sun in a cold day.

The little girl put her face on her chest, and closed her eyes quietly: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if my mother doesn't like me, my mother is so beautiful, if you are not picky, you will be sorry for your appearance."

Chu Yuanyuan didn't wait for an answer, only heard the man let out a long sigh.

The woman's cool and soft fingertips kneaded her ears: "I should like obedient people who are easy to manipulate."

She leaned closer, and pressed the tip of her nose against the little girl's red ear: "But you are such a fool who is easy to deceive and play with."

He Xueyan felt that if she had to like someone, she should like the little girl in front of her. It was simple and easy to handle, and she didn't have to think about the past and the future, whether she was alive or dead.

The autumn wind blows outside the house, even though the 19-year-old He Xueyan has a natural heart of stone, she can't resist the downcast eyes of a girl who is only full of enthusiasm and is easy to deceive.

It's like encountering the salvation and catastrophe of a lifetime.