Xuanyuan Yu also stood up: "Let me see you off. It's too cold outside and the icy road is too slippery to walk on."
Hearing that Xuanyuan Yu was about to leave, Xuanyuan Ze suddenly opened the quilt, sat up, and stared at Ling Luo with his beautiful peach blossom eyes wide open.
He just stared silently without saying a word.
Silent protest.
Xuanyuan Ze's eyes are dark golden. When he is excited, the golden color will become extremely pure.
This is different from Xuanyuan Yu. Yu's eyes are black, and only when gold yuan is used, the golden light will emerge.
Being stared at by such a pair of slightly lonely golden eyes, Ling Luo's heart was inexplicably blocked.
He is so in need of love.
"Ze, why are you up?" Xuanyuan Yu was a little surprised. He walked to the bedside, pulled the quilt and covered half of his body, "It's so cold, and you've caught a severe cold, why are you kicking the quilt around?
"
Xuanyuan Ze stretched out a hand, grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's wrist tightly, and shouted, "Brother, don't leave."
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand, gently stroked Xuanyuan Ze's head, and said, "I won't leave. Send Luo'er back, and I will come back to accompany you."
Xuanyuan Ze shook his head stubbornly and said nothing.
Ling Luo gathered up his plush cloak and said with a smile: "Yu, I know the way. There's no need to send him off. You can stay here with Ze."
She knew that the man who lacked love would never give up.
"But..." Xuanyuan Yu was obviously worried.
Ling Luo said: "It's nothing but, besides, I still have Chunbai accompanying me, so there will be no problem."
When Chunbai heard her master's call, she flew over from Xuanyuan Yu's warm fur hat, landed on Ling Luo's shoulder, and stayed close to her.
"Hey-" the little guy called out, stretched out his wings and rubbed Ling Luo's cheek.
"Okay, Luo'er, please be safe. I'll go find you tomorrow." Xuanyuan Yu couldn't resist, so he had to let her go.
The moment he turned around to leave, Ling Luo saw the light of victory flashing through Xuanyuan Ze's dark golden eyes, and the corners of his lips curled into a slightly invisible arc.
Ling Luo closed the door from the outside, and stepped into the snowflakes with her delicate body. A helpless smile appeared on her lips.
It's really like a child.
This kind of thing needs to be snatched.
Ze, you win.
*.*.*.*
Ling Luo was walking alone in the ice and snow. When he met pedestrians along the way, they all bowed and bowed.
In Dongchen, the high priest is a kind of spiritual sustenance.
Ling Luo had a warm complexion and a smile on her lips. When faced with this situation, she would bend down and salute in return.
She saw their flattered expressions.
That night, rumors that the new high priest was gentle, courteous, and caring for the people spread throughout the streets and alleys in an instant and spread like wildfire.
Of course, Ling Luo didn't know.
She just thinks that people should be equal. If you respect me a foot, I will respect you a foot.
By the time we reached the Bingyao Temple, it was already midnight.
On the ice steps of the first floor hall of the temple, there was a little pink girl sitting. Because of the cold, she curled herself up into a small ball.
The little child is like an elf, with ice-blue eyes full of eager anticipation, looking far away into the ice and snow.
The priests who were keeping vigil at the entrance of the temple couldn't stand it any longer. They looked at Luo Xun'er with distressed expressions and said, "Princess Xun, it's too cold at night. You'd better go back first to avoid freezing."