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Chapter 557: Garden private meeting

I don’t know when the moon in the sky disappeared. Just read the novel

Fine snow started to fall, and it hit the gauze lantern with a soft rustling sound.

The ground has been covered with a thin layer, and the trees are also hung with fur.

Clusters of it, like the snow-white down on some small animals.[

She walked around a rockery and suddenly stopped.

There is a woman in palace clothes standing on the small bridge not far ahead.

She held her hand on the railing of the bridge and looked down at the sparkling water in the river.

There are already some ice floes in the river, and under the candlelight under the bridge, there is a subtle dark light...

Countless fine snow fell into the river, and then disappeared, blending into the sparkling blue waves.

He Yunyan! She came out too?

Ye Xuanji hid in the dark and looked at her face carefully.

But the night was too dark and she couldn't see her face clearly.

Only that slim figure stood there, giving people a feeling of desolation for no reason.

"The green trees are shaken by the breeze, and the fine snow is scattered in chaos. The mist is turning with the wind, and the steps are like floating dust. There are no green willows, and only the branches are full of silver..."

A voice suddenly sounded from not far away.

A young man walked over slowly.

Ye Xuanji sighed secretly.

It was so lively now, and Mo Yuncong actually slipped out...

I didn't expect him to be able to recite poems in a sour tone...

Ye Xuanji is very good at poetry.

I can't tell whether this poem is good or bad, but it seems quite fitting for the occasion.

"Ding!" There was a sound, and something in He Yunyan's hand fell into the river without knowing what it was.

She slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of Mo Yuncong.[

Her figure was hidden in the shadow of the lamp, and Ye Xuanji couldn't see her facial expression clearly.

I only saw her nodding lightly: "An Lehou."

winnowing

The sound is light and soft, with no fluctuations audible.

Mo Yuncong stood in the fluttering snow, looking at He Yunyan steadily.

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