Anyway, this fire was nestled in my heart, steaming up, and finally burst out at the moment of Chang Yin's sneak attack.
He used Fei Yue to cut off Chang Yin's silk silk. In fact, he wanted to cut off the woman's throat.
Yan Buhuan took two steps, and cold water droplets fell from mid-air. She was surprised and couldn't help but stretched out her hand.
It's raining.
It was just a little bit at first, but when we walked out of the palace gate, the rain was already as heavy as a soybean.
I wanted to go back to the banquet and put on a show, but seeing that it was useless to go back now, I guess not many of the clan members were willing to eat and drink outside in the heavy rain.
Yan Buhuan let out a deep breath. It was really unlucky. It didn't rain just now, but it happened to rain when he was about to leave.
Looking back inadvertently, I saw a surprising scene.
Jiao Li stood under the dilapidated corridor, with a wrist stretched out from the sleeve of his exquisite Chinese clothes. At this time, he was reaching out to catch the rainwater, as if he wanted to hold it all in his hand. This action made people feel inexplicably, the water was invisible,
Will it be held?
"It's windy and rainy outside, what are you doing standing there?" Jiao Li suddenly retracted his hand and looked at her steadily.
Yan Buhuan then realized that he had been standing here stupidly for a while, and quickly ran to where he was standing.
The dead leaves on the ground were so wet by the rain that they looked like a withered yellow carpet, spreading from here to the entrance of the palace.
The candles in the hall were swaying back and forth due to the wind, as if they would go out at any moment.
"What is this place? Why did you bring me here?" Standing here was really boring, so Yan Buhuan couldn't help but find a topic.
There was a silence in response to her.
He's hot and cold, I really can't understand him.
Spring has come, but when it rains, it is still no different from winter. The wind blows on your cheeks, making you feel wet and cold.
Yan Buhuan shrank his neck: "Let's go in, the rain won't stop for a while."
Jiao Li nodded: "Yes."
I thought it would be better if I went in, but I didn't expect that it was raining heavily outside and it was raining inside. Maybe the palace was in disrepair and water was dripping sparsely. The candlelight was too dim and I accidentally bumped into the furniture covered with spider webs.
Jiao Li held on to the crumbling furniture: "There is a bedroom in the inner room that cannot be leaked."
Yan Buhuan was surprised: "How do you know?"
"I've lived here for nine years, why don't I know?"
This is the legendary Cold Palace. No, the Cold Palace has been praised. This is an isolated palace. At least there are guards guarding the Cold Palace. Anyone can come in to deliver food, but there is nothing here.
The emperor ordered people to seal the palace door, and three meals a day were stuffed in through the small hole at the door.
In my memory, this place is cold and empty, with the smell of decay floating everywhere.
He lived here with a nominal mother-in-law for nine years.
Yan Buhuan was shocked.
He lives here?
How is that possible? This is an abandoned palace.
Jiao Li didn't need to look to know the expression on her face at this moment. The man smiled indifferently: "What's so strange about this? Not every prince has such a good life. He has good food and clothing every day. He grew up in a honey pot since childhood.
big."
Yan Buhuan looked around and asked quietly: "Is this the Cold Palace?"
"I don't know if that's true, but it's almost the same as Leng Gong."
"Your mother was deposed? That's why you are locked up here?" She asked slowly, fearing that her voice would be too loud and disturb someone. Anyway, this fire was nestled in her heart, steaming up, and finally at the moment of Chang Yin's sneak attack
burst out.
He used Fei Yue to cut off Chang Yin's silk silk. In fact, he wanted to cut off the woman's throat.
Yan Buhuan took two steps, and cold water droplets fell from mid-air. She was surprised and couldn't help but stretched out her hand.
It's raining.
It was just a little bit at first, but when we walked out of the palace gate, the rain was already as heavy as a soybean.
I wanted to go back to the banquet and put on a show, but seeing that it was useless to go back now, I guess not many of the clan members were willing to eat and drink outside in the heavy rain.
Yan Buhuan let out a deep breath. It was really unlucky. It didn't rain just now, but it happened to rain when he was about to leave.
Looking back inadvertently, I saw a surprising scene.
Jiao Li stood under the dilapidated corridor, with a wrist stretched out from the sleeve of his exquisite Chinese clothes. At this time, he was reaching out to catch the rainwater, as if he wanted to hold it all in his hand. This action made people feel inexplicably, the water was invisible,
Will it be held?
"It's windy and rainy outside, what are you doing standing there?" Jiao Li suddenly retracted his hand and looked at her steadily.
Yan Buhuan then realized that he had been standing here stupidly for a while, and quickly ran to where he was standing.
The dead leaves on the ground were so wet by the rain that they looked like a withered yellow carpet, spreading from here to the entrance of the palace.
The candles in the hall were swaying back and forth due to the wind, as if they would go out at any moment.
"What is this place? Why did you bring me here?" Standing here was really boring, so Yan Buhuan couldn't help but find a topic.
There was a silence in response to her.
He's hot and cold, I really can't understand him.
Spring has come, but when it rains, it is still no different from winter. The wind blows on your cheeks, making you feel wet and cold.
Yan Buhuan shrank his neck: "Let's go in, the rain won't stop for a while."
Jiao Li nodded: "Yes."
I thought it would be better if I went in, but I didn't expect that it was raining heavily outside and it was raining inside. Maybe the palace was in disrepair and water was dripping sparsely. The candlelight was too dim and I accidentally bumped into the furniture covered with spider webs.
Jiao Li held on to the crumbling furniture: "There is a bedroom in the inner room that cannot be leaked."
Yan Buhuan was surprised: "How do you know?"
"I've lived here for nine years, why don't I know?"
This is the legendary Cold Palace. No, the Cold Palace has been praised. This is an isolated palace. At least there are guards guarding the Cold Palace. Anyone can come in to deliver food, but there is nothing here.
The emperor ordered people to seal the palace door, and three meals a day were stuffed in through the small hole at the door.
In my memory, this place is cold and empty, with the smell of decay floating everywhere.
He lived here with a nominal mother-in-law for nine years.
Yan Buhuan was shocked.
He lives here?
How is that possible? This is an abandoned palace.
Jiao Li didn't need to look to know the expression on her face at this moment. The man smiled indifferently: "What's so strange about this? Not every prince has such a good life. He has good food and clothing every day. He grew up in a honey pot since childhood.
big."
Yan Buhuan looked around and asked quietly: "Is this the Cold Palace?"
"I don't know if that's true, but it's almost the same as Leng Gong."
"Your mother was deposed? So you are locked up here?" She asked slowly, fearing that her voice would be too loud and disturb someone.
