The woman knelt on the ground, with her snow-colored silhouette, her jade hairpin swaying slightly, shrouded in a gentle silhouette. The door was half closed, and the strong wind leaked in through the gap, blowing away some of the warmth in the room, and Mei Xiang suddenly felt cold.
The ground was very cold. The woman was kneeling. The cold air entered her body. She was somewhat confident. Seeing that Zhou Fan remained silent, her heart pounded. She looked shy and it was hard to ask, so she had to kneel down docilely and wait for the noble man.
The indifferent, outstanding man accepts himself.
Xiao Qinglian is confident, she has capital, she is eighteen years old, and she comes from a scholarly family. A few years ago, her family fell into decline, and her family had to make a living by fishing. They have been living in poverty these days, and she is afraid.
She was taught in court since she was a child and had a very strict upbringing. Xiao Qinglian is a well-known talented girl who is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She has an excellent appearance, a temperament like a cold plum on a branch, and is proud and proud. She starts to come to the door to ask for marriage at the age of twelve, regardless of the number of people who come to ask for her hand in marriage.
Its number.
Xiao Qinglian was proud and arrogant. She always felt that it was difficult for ordinary people to match her. She was picky and refused to get married. She once went to the Marriage Temple to ask Yue Lao to give her a good relationship. She did not ask for a wealth of money, but only a lover with good talents.
High-end moral character.
Her family was backward and she was reduced to a fisherman. She was still alone and admiring herself. When a young man in the village proposed to marry her, she disliked him because he was not talented and learned, so she was unwilling to get married until she was eighteen years old.
A woman who has not yet married at eighteen is already an old maid.
The parents of the Xiao family were also very anxious and wanted to find a good match for their daughter to marry. However, Xiao Qinglian was really discerning until she met Zhou Fan.
The king of Southern Xinjiang, Zhou Fan, is a myth in the minds of the people of Southern Xinjiang, and he is also a son-in-law who rides a dragon in the eyes of parents.
He has a noble status, and what is more rare is that he is a high-ranking official. However, he is not a womanizer, loves the people like a son, and is committed to the economic development of Southern Xinjiang. He is very different from the previous kings of Southern Xinjiang.
In the minds of people in southern Xinjiang, Zhou Fan was very prestigious. Officials with a certain status and a daughter to be married at home, or wealthy families wanted to marry their daughters to Zhou Fan.
Due to the lack of information in Southern Xinjiang, only the King of Southern Xinjiang and the imperial court had exchanged news for a long time. The news that Zhou Fan was the future emperor had not spread to Southern Xinjiang, and Zhou Fan did not want to make it public, so he only had one identity in Southern Xinjiang, the King of Southern Xinjiang.
No one knows that the King of Southern Xinjiang is a young and talented man with a refined temperament and a beautiful tree. He can be called a genius of his generation.
He has been the prime minister for many years, and he is inferior to ten thousand people. This kind of acquired majesty and wisdom are difficult for ordinary men to match. In the eyes of others, he is a man who is different from others.
Xiao Qinglian fell in love with Zhou Fan, and when they first met in Mobeihai, he came like a god and saved their family. Xiao Qinglian fell in love at first sight, and as they got along, she was even more attracted to him. Zhou Fan was outstanding in appearance, talented and well-spoken.
, Qingfeng is right, that is why Xiaobai has such a vision that he has not noticed the benefits of the Prime Minister for so many years.
He slowly put down the glass of wine. At midnight, the beautiful woman offered herself a pillow. This was a beautiful thing. If it wasn't because of her heart, it might be a blessing. Xiaobai was far away in the capital. If he hid his beauty in the golden house without telling her, he would have fun.
With his methods, Xiaobai may not know.
But he is Zhou Fan, he disdains this approach, and has no such intention.
"Miss Xiao, I pretend that Wang Quan didn't hear this, please retreat." Zhou Fan said coldly.
The wind gradually came in, and the room became even colder. Xiao Qinglian was showered with cold water with her arms filled with flames. It was unbearable for a lady to lower her figure like this. Being rejected directly, the girl felt that her self-esteem was damaged.
His eyes turned red instantly.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with it being Qinglian? Tell me, I'll change it." The girl raised her eyes, filled with tears, and her appearance was particularly endearing.
Zhou Fan's eyebrows were indifferent and his voice was as warm as the air, "No matter how good you are, it has nothing to do with me."
"Your Majesty..." Xiao Qinglian's tears fell down, splashing water stains, looking pitiful, "Your Majesty doesn't have a wife, why can't he accept Qinglian?"
"How did you know that I have no wife?" Zhou Fan asked in a deep voice, looking at Xiao Qinglian, his face darkened and his eyes filled with displeasure.
Xiao Qinglian was stunned, not knowing the outcome. She bit her lip and her eyelashes were stained with tears. He had a wife? This couldn't be possible. It had been several months since her family had been rescued. There was no family member in the palace, and Zhou Fan had not corresponded with anyone. How could he have a wife?
wife?
"Miss Xiao, it's late at night, please come back, don't damage your reputation." Zhou Fan said in a deep voice, with a warning in his voice.
Xiao Qinglian only felt the slightest bit of cold air seeping in from her knees, and she was shaking a little from the cold. It was the first time that she fell in love with someone who had good looks and talents. She was very unwilling to not get Zhou Fan's pity.
"Your Majesty, Qinglian does not seek fame, but only a place to stay. This life was saved by the prince, and Qinglian is willing to do everything in return for the prince's great kindness to the Xiao family." Xiao Qinglian kowtowed again,
"Please, Your Majesty, please grant me your permission."
There was a sneer at the corner of Zhou Fan's lips, and a trace of cold air seeped out, "I have been the king of Southern Xinjiang for three years, do you know?"
"Folk girls know."
Zhou Fan nodded, stood up, walked slowly to the window, opened the window, the cold wind came in, and the cold incense also blew in. Zhou Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his body was as long as jade, and said slowly: "I'm waiting.
My wife has been here for nine years, so why would she care about waiting for another three years?"
Xiao Qinglian was stunned, nine years? Three years? That was a full twelve years, and the prime minister looked only twenty-five years.
Her heart was shocked, and she seemed to understand something in an instant.
Zhou Fan turned around with a hard look in his eyes, "My body and heart belong only to her."
The mind will not cheat, and neither will the body.
The man's voice was as deep as iron, and he was determined. There was an air of arrogance and affection gradually coming out, and he had a unique charm of his own. He was a man proving his steadfastness to a woman.
What kind of outstanding girl can win his favor? Even if they are separated from each other, their love is as strong as gold and they can resist the temptation without any hesitation.
Envy and jealousy.
She's not bad either, but it's too late to meet her.
Xiao Qinglian stood up and smiled sadly, "The daughter of the people understands, it is the daughter of the people who has overstepped. Prince Quan will pretend that he did not hear what he said tonight. Qinglian will concentrate on serving the prince from now on and will not mention this matter again."
Zhou Fan nodded, "Back off!"
"Yes!" Xiao Qinglian meekly stepped back and crossed the corridor, tears rolling down her face. She was unwilling to give in. It was because of the golden city that the metal and stone were separated. In three years, she didn't believe that he would really be indifferent.
Zhou Fan looked out the window at the falling snow and dancing plum blossoms, raised his lips and smiled, "Xiao Bai, it would be great if the person who just showed up was you."
It's bitter cold in southern Xinjiang, the nights are even longer, and thoughts follow me like a shadow.
Lovesick to the core.
He missed her.
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Today is the winter solstice, I have to go home and visit the grave, so I will update it temporarily.
