43. Chapter 43 The Love of a Beautiful Boy Is Unbearable 3
The weather near the desert is extremely cold. Arnold has always known it. She knew it when she first came here ten years ago. Now, she is kneeling in the snow, braving the cold wind and waiting for the summons. Although she has a thousand thoughts in her heart
She was reluctant, but she still had to kneel here and wait.
The wind cut across her face like a knife, and a small white dot like a grain of salt fell on the snow and made a rustling sound. She raised her head, and the sky, which was not too hazy at first, now had little light. It was gray.
The clouds are gathering rapidly, and salt and snow are falling all over the place, just like the white sand suddenly blowing in the desert.
A figure stood in front of her, blocking her sight. She raised her head and saw an umbrella with red plum blossoms in the snow above her head. She looked at his face, and until now she still didn't know that he
Why did it suddenly change?
Zhenjin stretched out his hand to pull her up, trying his best not to hold her in his arms. He didn't want to, didn't want to see her like this. She was supposed to be the little girl who stayed with him every day, who was supposed to be with him every morning.
The Amul who climbed into his bed to wake him up. However, now I'm afraid nothing can go back.
He looked into her eyes, and saw that the black jewel-like eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he could no longer see those bright eyes. He sighed in his heart, it was him, he who single-handedly removed that innocent and pure girl.
Arnold was ruined.
Arnold carefully pulled her arm away from his hand, knelt down on the ground again, and respectfully sang a song to him, "My slave, kowtow to His Highness, King Yan."
The soft voice was like a stream in an empty valley, but now it was hoarse and alienated. He lowered his head and looked at Arnold who wanted to put his whole face into the snow. The magnetic and slightly hoarse voice followed the cold wind.
Blowing around, "You...you hate me!"
Arnold wanted to say that she hated him, hated him very much, hated him for bringing her here, hated him for abandoning her so easily. She didn't answer, didn't even raise her head.
Zhenjin closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sound of the cold wind blowing the snow particles. "Maybe one day you won't hate it anymore." He turned around and walked towards the main hall.
Arnold slowly raised his head and looked at the black figure disappearing into the increasingly blurry sight. A tear flowed out of his eyes and slid down his cheek...
The Middle Palace is the most luxurious palace in the palace. It is the residence of Queen Chabi. The decorations in the palace are extremely luxurious, and every part of it shows her status.
In the high phoenix chair, Empress Chabi was holding a pair of small golden scissors in her hand and was trimming flowers and plants. She was not old, she looked to be in her thirties. Her black hair was neatly tied up in a bun.
Behind his head, a pair of dark brown eyes shined with sharp light.
The hall was very quiet. The servants on both sides stood there as motionless as logs. The incense in the bronze incense burner spread little by little in the air, making people feel comfortable when they smelled it.
There is floor heating in the house, so you don't need to wear thick clothes and you won't feel cold.
A palace maid in an orange-red dress walked in, her eyes lowered to look at her toes, and her voice was soft and respectful, "Queen, Your Majesty, Prince Yan is here."
The movement of Queen Chabi's hand stopped, a hint of anger appeared on her originally gentle face, and a strong murderous aura was revealed in her dark brown eyes. The golden scissors in her hand cut off the bonsai branches in front of her with a click, and she was deeply moved.
Taking a breath to calm down his mood, he slowly turned around and ordered: "Let him come in."