Plum Blossom

When she pushed open the closed door, the dull creak made her feel slightly uneasy. Su Nianwei gently closed her eyes and kept patting her thin chest with her slender fingers. She forced herself to calm down. At the same time, she kept telling herself from the bottom of her heart that she was no longer Su Nianwei.

The light in the room is very dark, and only a faint candle is burning shallowly. From time to time, the wind rises and the yellow light sway.

Su Nianwei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and went straight to find the existence of the figure. The eyes were quickly fixed. He is standing on the side of the window with his back to her.

Just as she missed a pat in her heart, he suddenly turned around. Dressed in black, he is quite handsome, and his facial features and skin have a delicate texture like a marble sculpture. His casual posture shows a natural elegance with some kind of aristocratic temperament - high above. Yes, so familiar and with an indescribable strangeness. After not seeing him for a year, he was a little stronger. The coldness on his body seems to be getting colder and colder.

When her eyes were intersected, she felt a scorching heat from his eyes. Subconsciously, Su Nianwei quickly dodged. Then he knelt on his knees and blessed himself; "Concubine, see the King of Han!"

The next moment, he didn't let her get up directly. Instead, he looked straight at her with those eyes emitting a faint cold light.

The woman in a light gauze shirt in front of her touched about sixteen or seven or eight, but she saw her flower-like melon seed face, her eyes are like paint, beautiful and vulgar, and her skin is even more beautiful than snow. Her face is extremely beautiful. With the wind, her clothes fluttered and her ink fluttered. Maybe she was an elegant and beautiful girl she had never seen in Dongling Xuehan's life.

There was a tremor in his chest. Why did the woman in front of him give him the feeling she once brought him?

He came forward uncontrollably, suddenly grabbed her jade-like delicate arm, and his black eyes burned like flames; "Who are you... say... Who are you..."

"I...I...min nv, surnamed Su, name Wangchen!" She trembled her shoulders, and her beautiful eyes were as clear as the water of Yanghu Lake...

Then, she pushed him away calmly and whispered, "Han Wang, what are you doing?"

"Forget the dust...Forget the dust... What a person who forgets the world, aren't you really her?" He asked with uncontrollable depression. If it weren't for her, why did they have such similar eyes? The only eyes in the world lingered around his heart from time to time. He once thought that he would never meet the owner of these eyes in this life, but the peerless woman in front of him once again evoked the deep memory brought to her by that woman.

Su Nianwei endured the pain of being torn in his heart. His beautiful eyes smiled, and stubbornly raised his chin and said, "Your Majesty, I don't know who you are referring to?"

"You..." Dongling's snowy black eyes flashed a touch of anger.

"How..."

"Yes, how can you be her? Even with such divine eyes, how can you be her? You, a brothel woman, are not as clear as her." When he said this, there was a trace of arrogance, a trace of **, and a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

Su Nianwei bent down and stared at the ground with a faint face: "Yes, since the prince knows that my concubine is not her, why do you want to make it difficult for me here?"

"Is it difficult? I asked you to come here to sing, and I didn't mean to embarrass you!"

Is that right? In this case, I don't know what King Han wants to hear? I never thought that I would meet Dongling Xuehan in this situation today. Moreover, it is still such a special identity and scene. In the past, the child who was cold on the surface but was actually kind inside has grown up now. What he can see is only a sharp edge, with a sharpness all over his body, like a sword about to come out of its sheath. It seems that if he is not careful, he will be bruised all over by the chills on his body.

After listening to her words, his resolute handsome face wrinkled slightly, and the lines were as clear as knives. Then, his laser-like gaze was falling on her face. He took a step forward, and she stepped back a few steps with fear.

"What? Are you afraid? Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. I just heard that your music skills are unparalleled in the world. Not only can you compose your own heavenly music, but your singing skills are even better. So, tonight, I just want to hear you compose a song for me alone!"

"I..."

"I don't want to hear your refusal!"

While speaking, Su Nianwei could almost feel his sudden appearance, his clothes and his expression, etc., brought an extremely gloomy atmosphere as if he were in a haunted house. She sighed in her heart, when did Dongling Xuehan become separated? The child who let her grow up, the child who loves to laugh at her, the old child, the child who is cold outside and hot inside, why is everything so far away from him now? Now his eyes are full of hatred and coldness, and the deep hatred and coldness that can freeze everything deeply hurt her.

She resisted the impulse to criticize him, so she could only humbly bless her body, but she had to pretend to be extremely lucky to answer him; "Yes, my lord."

He turned to her coldly without any emotion; "That hasn't started yet!"

The next moment, Su Nianwei moved his slightly stiff steps and slowly sat on the table. The guqin prepared next to her made her lose her mind for a long time.

"A plum blossom stepped on the snow and bloomed alone on the cliff. A plum blossom stepped on the snow and bloomed alone on the cliff. Looking back, the fragrance everywhere disappeared, the beauty was lonely, and the sky and the sky were white. Who is my confidant, who understands my feelings, who is my confidant, who understands my feelings. The sparse shadow is oblique, a tree plum blossom breaks the soul, and a piece of ice heart is waiting for you to come.

A plum blossom stepped on the snow and bloomed alone on the cliff. A plum blossom stepped on the snow and bloomed alone on the cliff. Linfeng smiled and turned into spring mud and drifted away. The fragrance is traceless, and it is difficult to leave a fragrance through the sky. Whoever listens to me sings will wander for me. Remove the wind and snow and give you the first branch of Dongfeng, and Wanduo's clothes will be cut by you...