How cold is it when the coldest in the capital? You pick up a jar of hot water and pour it into the sky. What falls down and hits on your head is not a water bead but an ice mass. The so-called dripping water turns into ice, which is probably the case.

Zhou Yan rubbed her ears that were frozen red and looked around anxiously. Today was her eight-year-old birthday. Uncle Zhou Yuan gave her a solid golden crown, which made her feel that her neck was shorter.

"Chen Nian'an, what should I do? It's going to be dark. If I can't find that guy Azhui again, my mother is afraid that I would want me to go to the mass grave to eat longevity noodles."

Zhou Yan said, shook her head anxiously, and the golden spikes on her head suddenly floated up and slapped Chen Nian'an's face.

Chen Nianan covered his face, grinning in pain, but he just glanced at Zhou Yan and shrank his neck timidly.

Who is Zhou Yan? Her father is Zhou Xian, the King of Chu who is below one person and above ten thousand people, and her mother is a first-class female coroner, the only female official in the Daliang Dynasty. But these are not the most terrifying things. The most terrifying things are that he can't beat Zhou Yan.

Chen Nianan said ten thousand words in his heart, and those who know the times are heroes and rubbed their faces.

"Ayan, don't worry. You forgot why your little brother's nickname is Azhui. Isn't he just fall asleep anywhere? Maybe he looks cold outside and is too lazy to play hide and seek with us, so he has already returned to the hall to fall asleep."

When Zhou Yan heard this, she turned her head in anger. The flower crown was too heavy, and she was so heavy that she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

She thought, and pulled the flower crown down with a strong pull, stuffed it into Chen Nian'an's arms. She stamped her feet and trotted.

"After you said this, I was even more anxious. Zhou Sui was only five years old... If he fell asleep in the snow, wouldn't he be frozen to death? It's all your fault, you have to play hide-and-seek. Now, the palace is so big, where can we go to find him!"

Chen Nianan was pressed by this heavy object and sat in the snow. In just a blink of an eye, Zhou Yan had already run away to a small red dot.

Chen Nianan stood up slowly, shook the snowflakes on his robe, and sighed in a pretentious manner. He shook his head and followed slowly.

Although Zhou Sui was only five years old, he felt that he and Zhou Yan combined were not as good as the child's finger.

"Isn't Zhou Junlin still there..." Chen Nianan muttered in a low voice.

As the saying goes, the dragon gives birth to nine sons, each with different characteristics.

Chen Nianan still remembers the year he first saw Zhou Yan, he was seven years old and Zhou Yan was five years old.

It was the holiday of the year. After his father passed away, his mother raised him alone, and was an orphan and widowed mother. Although he was taken care of by his grandfather's family, his mother always taught him to act low-key and not to compete with others.

Originally, he was not eye-catching in the capital, but he didn't think that the prince Zhou Junlin chose his companion to study and chose him at a glance. Since then, he has been in the palace often and spent that year in the palace.

When he saw Zhou Yan for the first time, he was a little scared. He was the daughter of the Living King of Hell. He didn't dare to look up, for fear that if he looked at Zhou Yan, his life would be gone.

He is the last seedling of the Shen family. His father's last words were to live his life safely.

Chen Nianan thought, stretched out his hand and touched the jade pendant on his neck.

The little hand was frozen outside for so long. As soon as he reached in, he shivered with coldness, but the warmth of the jade pendant made him feel at ease in an instant.

Zhou Yan was born very beautiful and was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. When he raised his eyes, he seemed to see a picture of a red crane. The surroundings were black and white, and Zhou Yan was the only red spot on the head of the red crane.

Although it was a bit exaggerated, that was his most sincere experience at that time.

Beauty is also beauty.

He thought, turned a corner and headed towards a corner of the palace.

There were white patches all around, and rows of ice tiles around the eaves were like the teeth of ferocious beasts, shining with a cold light.

Wherever he said, Chen Nianan struggled to hold the flower crown made of solid gold, and picked up a gem on it, which was enough for ordinary people to live for three lifetimes. Zhou Yan just threw it to him casually.

Chen Nianan thought, looking at his deeper footprints, suddenly felt that his face, which had been beaten by the tassels on the flower crown, did not hurt so much. What he couldn't even hug, how did Zhou Yan push against his head and jump...

And your Majesty, aren't you really going to murder your niece?

Chen Nianan shook his head, trying to throw out all his random thoughts.

He walked more and more remotely. After walking for a while, he arrived at a secluded temple. Although it was far from the main hall, the roof was very new and it was clear that people repaired it every year.

Chen Nianan thought, holding the flower crown in one hand and pushing open the door with difficulty.

The main hall door is open, and the purpose is to enter a large coffin, which is different from the ordinary large coffin. This coffin is red, and there are complicated patterns painted with gold paint on it, which makes people unforgettable for a lifetime when you look at it.

I took a look and my eyes hurt.

Chen Nian closed his eyes, walked to the corridor, jumped around in place for a few times, and shook off the snow on his body.

"The voice is smaller, A Sui is asleep."

Chen Nianan put the extremely heavy golden crown in his arms on the table, breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the person who was talking.

The man was wearing a white robe with complex patterns embroidered with gold thread on his head. He sat on a coffin face and crossed his legs on the chair next to the coffin. He also held a book in his hand. The fire barbecue at his feet was burning vigorously, and sparks were exploding.

The person in front of me is one of the unsolved mysteries of Daliang.

Everyone knows that the current Majesty Zhou Yuan is a little uncontrollable, but the prince Zhou Junlin he gave birth to has a coffin face and is still mature. Now that he is only ten years old, he is three points more stable than his own father.

"Ayan is looking for her younger brother everywhere, and she is extremely anxious."

Chen Nian'an said, stretched his neck and looked into the middle of the coffin.

Sure enough, I looked at a five-year-old child who was lying in it and slept soundly.

Perhaps the fur covered with it was too warm, and a thin stream of sweat appeared on his forehead. Chen Nianan thought, took out a clean veil from his arms and wiped his forehead.

Zhou Junlin, who was sitting aside reading a book, raised his eyes, raised his ears and heard the footsteps at the door, "A Sui has been hiding here early in the morning and has asked me to pretend to be a corpse. I have died five times, and you and A Yan have not come here."

"He had a boring time and fell asleep."

As soon as Zhou Junlin finished speaking, he heard the whistle at the door, Zhou Yan's thunderous voice, "What a good guy! A Sui didn't sleep enough in the coffin at home, and he still slept in the coffin after entering the palace!"
Chapter completed!