After a night of wind and snow, the sky was clear and clear the next day.
Just as Nalan Xueyi said, the weather is really good.
But on this day, Nalan Xueyi did not appear in front of Ling Xiyue again.
Ling Xiyue stood by the jade railing outside Hanguang Palace, her eyes looking outside quietly, not knowing what she was thinking.
This place can be considered a condescending place. From here, you can see several martial arts squares in the south and the ice city below. You can see some disciples in white clothes and swords passing by from time to time.
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The palace attendant stood respectfully behind her a few meters away, looking at her cold and solemn expression and not daring to disturb her.
"Xiyue."
At this time, a soft call came from behind.
Ling Xiyue lowered her eyes and quickly calmed down the chaotic thoughts in her eyes.
Turning around and seeing the person coming, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Queen..." After seeing Nalan Ronghua's helpless smile, Ling Xiyue was stunned for a moment and then changed her words, calling with a smile, "Aunt Rong."
Nalan Ronghua seemed to be enveloped by fairies, with misty clouds and a crown made of snow fir.
When she walked a little closer, Ling Xiyue discovered that her black hair had been stained with a layer of frosty white for some unknown reason!
She looks more and more detached from the world without adding any age, but it makes people feel a sense of sadness inexplicably.
It's as if he has truly seen through the world, transformed into an immortal, and is no longer in the world of mortals.
Ling Xiyue only glanced at him quietly and asked without saying anything.
How sad must it be to have gray hair overnight?
In other words, it's relief...
Because Ling Xiyue saw in Nalan Ronghua a kind of detached calmness and open-mindedness after breaking free from restraints, which was obviously different from what she saw when she came that day.
But the person following Nalan Ronghua today was not Rong Pei, but Lian Qingyu.
The jade sword was hanging on her waist at this time, and she was holding a snow-white wooden box in her hand. It was not small, and it looked heavy even if she held it in her arms.
Lian Qingyu's expression had an indescribable ambiguity.
From her fingers with slightly white knuckles clasping the wooden box, we can see some clues that the contents in the box have some "weight".
Nalan Ronghua smiled elegantly, "Have you gotten used to it these past two days?" She walked to Ling Xiyue, "Xueyi has just come back, and the family is busy with affairs, so I may not be able to spare time to accompany you. Xiyue, how about you?"
Take care of yourself, just like at home, otherwise if you are wronged, Brother Feng will cause trouble for me."
"What are you talking about, Aunt Rong?" Ling Xiyue said in a funny tone.
Looking at Nalan Ronghua's unparalleled beauty and her dignified and gentle smile, Ling Xiyue suddenly had a thought in her heart. This is probably how her mother would feel if she were here.
Nalan Ronghua shook his head with a smile, and followed Ling Xiyue's gaze into the distance, "Something happened in the snowy area, and I couldn't get away for a while. I'll wait for two days to relax a little, and then talk to you again."
Let’s have a reception party.”
The woman is charming, with white clothes and frosty hair.
"You don't have to be so particular." Ling Xiyue smiled and looked over, "Aunt Rong has already said that we treat her as her own family, so just feel free to do it. If you pay attention to these things, you are out of touch. I have long listened to my father and clan.
The Zhongzun said that the snowy land is vast and the scenery is picturesque. Xiyue will be very happy if she can go there in person to broaden her horizons. As for the reception banquet and so on, forget it, maybe I will fall asleep."
"You girl." Nalan Ronghua looked at Ling Xiyue and smiled.
Ling Xiyue smiled silently. She didn't like trouble in the first place, and she was not in the mood because she had something to worry about.
She was still struggling, hesitating, whether to take a step or not, and how to face Xue Yi. Once she made a decision this time, she really couldn't go back on it.
No matter what she decides, she has to grit her teeth and go on.
The word love is a demon that lusts after people's hearts. No matter how calm and decisive a person is, they are vulnerable to it.
"By the way, Xiyue, I have something for you." Nalan Ronghua looked at Ling Xiyue, the smile in his eyes became a little gentler, and it seemed to have deep meaning.
At this time, Lian Qingyu raised her eyes and glanced at Ling Xiyue, but it was only a glance, and then she lowered her head lightly, standing beside her with a slender figure, hugging the wooden box in her hand tightly, saying nothing from the beginning to the end.
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"Qingyu." Nalan Ronghua called softly, "Qingyu..."
Several times in a row, he whispered softly before saying "ah", suddenly coming back to his senses, and hurried forward.
Nalan Ronghua opened the wooden box in Lian Qingyu's hand, revealing a crimson-colored object.
The wedding dress is exquisite and beautiful.
It's like woven clouds on the horizon, bright red and dazzlingly beautiful.
But that bright stream of light reflected the dimness in Di Lian Qingyu's eyes, as if he had lost his soul.
Ling Xiyue fixed her eyes to see clearly, but she seemed to see something terrible. Her clear eyes trembled fiercely, and her feet subconsciously stepped back!
But he finally held it back, his whole body was as stiff as a popsicle stuck in place, and he still maintained a faint smile on his face.
This is……
Nalan Ronghua saw a series of subtle reactions from Ling Xiyue in his eyes, but remained calm as he stretched out his hand to touch the wedding dress. A warm light flowed quietly in his eyes, "This is what my mother left for me.
It's a pity I didn't have the chance to wear it."
"Aunt Rong..."
Ling Xiyue's throat felt dry. She wanted to say something, but she couldn't.
They are all the most intelligent women in the world. Why doesn't Ling Xiyue know what Nalan Ronghua wants to do?
If she accepts Nalan Ronghua's gift as a "mother" and accepts this wedding dress, then she will be Nalan Xueyi's wife, and she will never regret it for the rest of her life.
But does she really want to do this?
"Xi Yue..." Nalan Ronghua turned to look at Ling Xi Yue, a light of unknown meaning emerged between his quiet brows, "If you really like someone, you will definitely be happy when you see him. Are you willing to do it?"
Snow clothes and red makeup? Not for others, just because it is what your heart wishes?"
Ling Xiyue met Nalan Ronghua's eyes and was stunned.
Did she...see it?
Yes, how could a woman who could control the snowy region be a simple person, and how could she not see that Ling Xiyue's heart was not with Nalan Xueyi at all.
But as Nalan Xueyi's mother, it would be too cruel for her to tell him directly.
What Nalan Ronghua can do is to alleviate Ling Xiyue's guilt for the Xue Clan, so that she doesn't have to worry about the Huangfu family's intention to make up for the Xue Clan, and then put the choice in her hands again, letting her
Make your own decision.
What happens is still up to her to decide.
"Aunt Rong..." Ling Xiyue's throat was dry and she lowered her eyes, "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry, she couldn't respond to Xue Yi's love and hurt him again and again; I'm sorry, she had the heart to betray the engagement and ignored the agreement between the two clans; I'm sorry, she is still hesitating until now, just to want to be free...
Lian Qingyu looked at Ling Xiyue, her eyes suddenly cold and stern.