Yu Ziyuqi's silence was unexpected by Feng Ning. Anyway, when it started, he was in the position of watching the show. He stood up and raised the corners of his lips coldly towards the crowd, with a faint touch.
His smile suddenly became so horrifying that it made people take a breath of cold air, "Nalan Fengning lost her mother when she was young, so she couldn't help but rush into the palace. How could she have time to prepare the dowry? What with Fengning?
In comparison, you ladies and gentlemen have great blessings, don't you think so - Your Majesty?"
Her voice was empty and clear, like dewdrops falling on the water. I have never heard Ning Guiren speak so many words at once, and in front of His Majesty, he dared to say that entering the palace was an involuntary act. What is Your Majesty's temperament?
, she should have heard it even though she had no knowledge, she could say such treacherous words, was she too careless, she couldn't stand such a simple flirtation, and dared to openly challenge the emperor's majesty.
The afterglow of the sunset reflected the late lilies in the lake. The cold wind passed by quietly with her skirt. Unexpectedly, she turned slightly sideways and set off countless ripples. The silence fell around for a while. Those eyes that originally stayed on Feng Ning
, at this time, she looked at the emperor with a look of fear. She didn't see him say anything, but she saw Ning Guiren suddenly wiped away her body and left. Her cold and elegant figure was like a clear lotus that could be seen from a distance but not close.
As ethereal and illusory as in a dream, such a woman, in addition to being unwilling to accept the noble temperament that was born without doing anything, can't help but sweat for her, boldly offending the power of God, this Ning Guiren is afraid that his life will be in danger.
The cold wind passed by slowly, bringing more and more memories with it. The thoughts of the past were like snowballs rolling down from the mountains, lingering and unable to be driven away.
The snowflakes falling in the sky surrounded Fengning layer by layer. She stopped and looked up, but a tear fell down, and little snowflakes condensed on her face, with little coldness and sadness.
Once upon a time, in the quiet hills behind the campus, I walked alone among the trees, listening to the breeze blowing and the rustling leaves falling. When I raised my eyes, even the blue sky had lost its color and was shrouded in layers of low haze.
Once upon a time, in the noisy streets and the figures passing by each other, she wanted to be involved in the lively atmosphere and let others notice that she was an existing entity, but she still found bursts of tranquility easily.
In that home, there was no father, and my mother said it was broken. Grandma talked about it tirelessly every day, so she was redundant and became an unchangeable fact.
The shrill words that hit her ears cut off the longing she had been trying to maintain. Her mother turned around again and again with ruthlessness and indifference, making her feel that her home was so cold. Wasn't she born by her? Wasn't she the daughter she had loved since she was a child?
When her father died, why did she, like her grandma, take all the responsibilities on herself?
The whiteness falling down from the sky was condensed in the hair and refused to leave. It was greedy for the thin warmth and dissolved it into mist, surrounding this motionless woman with an indifferent expression and bleak eyes.
Zhumei stood by the rockery holding a paper umbrella, looking at the lonely trace in the desert not far away. She wanted to protect her from the falling snow, but she couldn't bear to disturb this beautiful shadow in the snow by speaking out.
The master had not returned to Yunran Palace for a long time, and it was snowing. Zhumei held an umbrella and went out of the palace to greet him. However, he did not go back for a long time. Only then did Zhulan look for him. Once he arrived, he saw something that made people feel heartbroken.
In the disturbing scene, he walked to the side of Zhumei and said softly: "Go back to the palace and cook some ginger soup."