How should she open her mouth so as not to hurt Xue Yi or the relationship between the two clans!
Ling Xiyue was in a state of confusion and was about to close the door and rest. As soon as she reached the door and stretched out her hand, she saw Nalan Xueyi's figure appearing far outside the yard.
In the faint moonlight, he looks like a solitary shadow on the snow, with flawless jade, like the moon palace god. Nalan Xueyi's figure is easy to identify. He is tens of meters away, even in the middle of the night, he seems to have a light glow all over his body.
The halo makes people recognize it at a glance.
Soon, Nalan Xueyi arrived at His Highness Hanguang, walking a little faster than usual, "Yue'er..."
"Xueyi?" Ling Xiyue was slightly surprised and walked out of the palace door.
Xueyi came here so late, is there anything urgent?
Doesn't he still have a lot to do?
Nalan Xueyi came to Ling Xiyue, her eyes were slightly dark, and there seemed to be a slight hint of nervousness, deep in her dark eyes, but her voice was still slow, "I heard the disciple's letter from the guard outside the hall,
Qingyu just came?"
Ling Xiyue understood, and then smiled as if nothing had happened, "Yeah, what's the matter?"
Nalan Xueyi looked deeply at the girl in front of her, her thin lips parted and she said, "If she says anything, don't take it to heart."
"What? She didn't say anything." Ling Xiyue smiled brightly and winked lightly, "She just came over to see if I needed anything, in case I missed something. Well, she is a very enthusiastic girl. I am very enthusiastic.
If you like her, your way of expressing welcome is a little bit more special than others."
Ling Xiyue is not in the habit of making "small reports", nor does she like to bring those things to the table.
The most important thing is that she doesn't want to add any more burdens and worries to Nalan Xueyi.
But she was indeed very "enthusiastic", she didn't lie at all...
"That's all?" Nalan Xueyi looked at Ling Xiyue's expression.
Ling Xiyue said "Yeah" seriously, "Otherwise, is there anything else?"
"It's nothing." Nalan Xueyi shook his head, smiled slightly, and stared deeply at the girl in front of him, "It's just Yue'er, no matter what happens in the future, don't treat me as an outsider. If you have any grievances or needs, you can do it.
Tell me I will always be by your side."
Ling Xiyue's heart skipped a beat, "Xueyi..."
How could she be willing to let down such a good Xue Yi unless she had to because of love? xdw8
But for some reason, she always had the feeling that Xue Yi was explaining something. His words were not just about tonight.
Nalan Xueyi raised his eyebrows softly, as if he was fascinated by the moonlight. He slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to straighten the wind-blown hair on the girl's temples, but as soon as the hand was stretched out in the air, it fell again.
Stopped suddenly.
Jade Finger curled up slightly, and he retracted his hand with a smile, "Okay, go to bed early, I still have some things to deal with, so I won't stay any longer."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes lightly, his thick eyelashes covering the sadness in his dark pupils, and turned around to leave without looking back.
Looking at Nalan Xueyi's lonely figure walking away, Ling Xiyue became distracted again.
She wanted to stop him, but she knew she couldn't.
Everything was quietly submerged in the boundless night.
There is too much helplessness in this world.
It's like reincarnation. Some people are obsessed with life, some are reluctant to leave, some love but don't know, some ask for but can't get. Everyone is trapped in their own world and cannot escape, but even if some people go through a lifetime, they still can't see through it.
This is probably the flavor of life.
The night after, heavy snow fell from the snowy areas of the far north, like light goose feathers, flying like catkins all over the sky.
In less than half an hour, the ice palaces that originally had melted and revealed traces of their outlines were once again covered by the vast white snow, as if they were integrated with the entire snowfield and hidden in the ice and snow.
Ling Xiyue lay on the big bed as soft as snow, but kept her eyes open, unable to fall asleep.
With the faint luster of the moonlight, I looked out the window at the falling snow.
In her eyes, she couldn't hide the worry...
It was a windy and snowy night, and no one could sleep peacefully.
A corner of the secluded fairy palace, Feng Ling Hall.
There was a dark blue light, like a flame, flashing out from the corner of the slightly open window.
The Fengying Hall seemed to be swallowed up by darkness. Only on the corners of the ancient patterns carved from white jade was a glazed lamp. The faint blue light was a luminous pearl placed in the glazed lamp.
issued on.
Nalan Xueyi sat behind the desk, holding a jade pen and slowly lowering it on the white rice paper.
His whole body was shrouded in dark shadows, and only half of his face was illuminated by the shallow light of the glass lamp, reflecting his silent and ice-like outline. At this time, there was no extraneous expression, only indifference.
But if you look closely at his eyes, you can clearly see that snow is flying in the man's eyes, like frost falling.
He was in a daze, like a soulless puppet, writing on the paper.
Every stroke seems to use up all the strength in the body.
Anyone who is familiar with him knows that Nalan Xueyi's handwriting was originally powerful, yet elegant and graceful, which was a rare thing in the world. But at this time, who would guess that the depth of the handwriting is confusing and complicated and difficult to read?
Did it come from him?
It seems to have been written intermittently by a trembling hand, with additions and corrections.
Those three simple words were like an insurmountable gap lying in front of Nalan Xueyi, making him fearful and timid. He could not help but give up after just one glance.
Nalan Xueyi slowly closed her eyes, and slowly grasped the piece of rice paper with her sculpted hand. That hand was whiter than the paper on the desk, and you could almost see the faint blue veins floating and trembling under the skin.
Little by little, he gathered it into a messy ball, and finally slowly threw it away with a puff of his sleeves.
It turned out that what was scattered around the table was not moonlight, nor the lights of glazed jade lamps, but snow-white rice paper, either balled up or broken... almost every page stopped at the third word.
Seal script: "δΉ¦"
The silvery white snow light reflected outside the window and fell on the dark words, which was particularly dazzling.
Nalan Xueyi never knew that one day, these three short and ordinary words would become the sword that took away his life, and he would have to hold it by himself, one sword at a time, and kill the sword that he hoped to keep in his heart.
Cut that person out bit by bit.
After he finished writing, he had nothing to do with that person anymore.
Nalan Xueyi didn't know how much time she spent, how many words she used, and how many times she wrote it over and over again.
When he finally picked up his pen, the sky had turned from night to day, but the sky was overcast with clouds, and the light could not break through the accumulated clouds, so that he could not see much light at the top of the extreme north.