"Your Majesty!" He Yunyan walked over slowly and gave a salute.\%_%Original_Creation%_%\
The man smiled slightly and said without asking anything: "Come back." He took one of her hands and walked forward.
Her fingertips were cold and trembling slightly.
His big palm is colder than her fingertips...[
From this direction, can you see everything happening on the bridge?
But he was so considerate that he didn’t ask anything...
He Yunyan smiled sweetly: "Your Majesty, you should wear thicker clothes when you go out. The doctors will be nervous because of the cold."
"With my beloved concubine by my side, I am not afraid of the cold weather!" He smiled, hugged He Yunyan's waist tightly, and the two of them walked away holding each other.
The light of the swaying lantern stretched their shadows long and overlapped on the ground...
Mo Yuncong stood there in a daze, watching her back getting further and further away. He lowered his eyes miserably and looked at the lake under the bridge without knowing what he was thinking.
Ye Xuanji hid behind the rockery, looking so absorbed that she even forgot about her hunger...
They were originally a couple, and after so much, they might never be able to go back, right?
This is really a trick of fate. Looking at it like this, it will not be easy for Mo Yuncong to pass...
As for He Yunyan, no matter whether she loves the king of Huanglong Kingdom or not, she can live a peaceful life.
When a person wants nothing more from love, then nothing can hurt her all over...
She was lost in thought when someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder.
A chuckle came from my ears: "What are you, a little Taoist boy, doing sneaking around here?"
The sound was like a breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, and it was indescribably familiar.
Ye Xuanji stiffened and almost jumped up in shock.
She turned around slowly and saw Mo Qingcheng standing two steps away from her with a smile.
The flickering candlelight left a tiny halo behind him.
In one of his jade-like hands, he held an umbrella made of Xiangfei bamboo, and the fine snow fell on the umbrella, making a soft crackling sound.
He stood there, like smoke and ink, elegant and handsome.[
A light and elegant fragrance spread gently from his body...