Chapter 38 Untitled 1

Nearly a month passed in a blink of an eye. In the winter weather, there was already a light snowfall, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes. Zhong Xuanyu stood in the imperial garden and looked at the gloomy sky. The thoughts in his heart became stronger and stronger. A bad premonition was mixed with it. In the past, Ning'er's favorite was Stepping on the snow, step by step, thinking of her, his face was more sad.

Now the cloud guard still hasn't come back. All he can do is wait.

Once, he thought that as long as he found the master behind the scenes, he could take the initiative to attack. However, he did not know the truth of this kind of true and false trick. For the sake of the people of the world and peace of mind, he had to choose to wait again. Sometimes, he felt that he was so cowardly. Why did he worry so much? He transferred 10,000 soldiers and searched the whole city of Beijing. In order to find Ning'er, he did everything. However, he was the emperor who had to think about others first and then think about himself.

He Xin, she will protect herself, because she is already her own Mo Ning.

A few cool pieces fell on his handsome face. His eyes narrowed gently and still looked up at the sky. The fox's clothes on his body set off his magnificent momentum. His eyes were as calm as water, extremely cold. However, as long as he thought of her, his expressionless face would be a little moved.

"Is it snowing again?" The deep voice sounded, and Zhong Xuanyu closed his eyes gently. He didn't know that she was fine at this time.

"Your Majesty, it's snowing. Let's go back." The little eunuch bent down and didn't dare to look at him. He simply lowered his head and let him speak.

Zhong Xuanyu was a little reluctant. He let the snowflakes fall on his face, and then melted. Occasionally, it fell on his eyelashes as thin as cicada wings, and gently fell into his eyes. With tears dripping down, he seemed so inadvertently that he would not be found. "Now, what time is it?"

"If you go back to the emperor, it will be a cold winter in two days."

It's a cold winter. Why hasn't everything he didn't want to touch? Zhong Xuanyu thought, opened his eyes and sighed gently, "Let's go, go back."

"Your Majesty, the general manager asked me to ask you when the Fengluan Hall will be built?" The little eunuch's voice trembled a little. He didn't know whether it was the best matter to ask this question at this time, but he had delayed for several days. If he dragged on, he would probably be punished.

"Fengluan Hall?" Zhong Xuanyu's expression was calm. He raised his steps and walked forward. Seeing this, the little eunuch quickly followed him and did not dare to say anything more.

"Don't re-repair the Fengluan Hall and sort it out. Anyway, no one will live in it." His voice was low, which was indeed as majestic as ever.

The little eunuch quickly answered, stopped talking, and quietly followed him.

At the same time, in a hidden but huge building outside the capital, Qingning stepped on the snow aimlessly, step by step. She was dressed in a blue robe. Although it was a little heavy, it still couldn't cover her graceful figure. Every step she walked, she would look up at the sky, as if she enjoyed it, step by step. As she walked, there was no snow. She stopped again and smiled gently at the sky through the gap between the branches. At this time, will he miss himself like he misses him? She is not sure, but she still smiles.

Leng Hongchen looked at her, and his heart had already been melted by her smile. At this time, she was like a spotless spring, crystal clear. He also forgot when Qingning said the first sentence to him, and he also forgot when he let her out of Fengluan Hall. When she walked around at will, he also forgot when he would send troops to attack the city. All he knew was that such a day should not be cherished.

Qingning seemed to notice that Leng Hongchen looked at herself again. She looked at him, but did not show the smile she had just done. She just had a slight feeling in her smile, "Nameless, let's make a snowman."

Leng Hongchen did not nod to her for the first time. Instead, he shook his head and sat on the chair under the tree. "I've been thinking that since you have already remembered everything, why don't you tell me what happened on the night of the escape? Don't you want to take revenge?"

Hearing what he said, Qingning's interest in her heart half disappeared. She shrugged her shoulders and looked a little helpless. Looking at Leng Hongchen, she seemed to say to him again, "I don't want to be manipulated by hatred. Since it has happened, I won't care about the past, because after all, it's the past."

Leng Hongchen listened, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and smiled coldly, "What do you want to imply? I'm afraid it's in your waste of time."

Qingning's expression was calm. She looked at the nameless, and just sighed helplessly, "Nameless, when will you understand that the greatest sadness of a person is to be manipulated by hatred."

As soon as she finished her words, she didn't know what she thought. After a trace of loss flashed, she walked into the palace that looked like Fengluan Hall alone without waiting for him to speak.

Leng Hongchen stood alone in the snow, and the falling snowflakes asked him to keep his original appearance. His expression could not see the slightest change, but his heart was broken and painful.

Just now, that unintentional words were said by myself? Now he is not only manipulated by hatred, but what really controls him is regret. He regrets that he is too persistent. Now he has reached the edge of the cliff. However, when he finds his retreat, everything becomes cheerful, but trouble also comes. He is finally confused. No matter what he complains Warn yourself, don't forget hatred easily. Remember the original purpose, but you will eventually be confused by one of her smiles. Sometimes, he will think that if you have been with her like this all your life, ordinary, simple, isn't it a luxury? Instead of being entangled in pain, it's better to live like this all the time...< /P>

He didn't know when he began to think so. When everything became indestructible, he wanted to refute it, but he had already been rejected by this idea that seemed to go deep into the bone marrow. He also slowly slowed down everything. One day, maybe he would really bring everything to himself because of this woman. Forget hatred.

At sunrise and sunset, the time of the day is still so calm. Qingning is still sitting on the bed. Like this time of the day, she is bored to count how many hours she has left.

Leng Hongchen knocked on the door gently. At this time, there were still snowflakes in the sky, and the snow on the ground had turned into a thick layer. After hearing the sound, Qingning tightened the heater in his arms, "What's wrong?"

"I'll send someone to fill in some charcoal for you. The weather is getting colder and colder." Seeing that she did not mean to call herself in, Leng Hongchen stood outside quietly waiting for her answer. His shoulders had been stained with snowflakes and fell on his hair, but his eyes were warm as opposed to the weather.

"Aw, no, I'm going to sleep." Before Qingning finished saying a word, a kind of sleepiness swept over her body. She didn't think much about it, so she simply fell asleep.

He listened to her voice and stopped abruptly. He thought that she had thought of something again, so he simply stood outside the door and waited quietly. As time went by, a lot of snow had fallen on his shoulders, and he knocked more loudly. He frowned. Since he came here, although she has always been Qingning, her personality has already returned to the previous Mo Ning, gentle, wise, quiet, with that familiar feeling. When he arrived at his side, he knew that she would not joke with him, so he knocked on the door again, "Mo Ning. Are you asleep?"

For a long time, he still didn't get an answer. He sighed gently. As soon as he turned around, he heard a sound of broken porcelain. He suddenly became alert, turned around and kicked open the closed door. However, what he saw was no one except a broken vase, even she, disappeared.

His heart panicked again inexplicably. He approached the room, but felt that something was clearly stepped on his feet. He bent down and cut it. It was indeed the waist plate of the emperor's personal bodyguard today.

He clenched his fist and punched the door. The pain of his fingers made his thoughts clear. Why didn't Zhong Xuanyu chase himself immediately? It turned out that he wanted to keep Qingning's care, so he sent a guard to follow him.

God played a big joke with him again. When he wanted to put it down, there was an invisible force that forced him to do so. At this time, the snow gradually increased, and the anger in his heart had burned to the extreme. He didn't know whether the broken vase was deliberately broken by Qingning to remind himself, and It was an unintentional loss caused by excitement. The anger in his heart melted all his reason. At this moment, he only knew that he was not equal for a second. His soldiers were ready to go. One day, he would look down at the world and make him regret what he had done today!

Leng Hongchen's anger had already reached the top, and the fire that had been slowly extinguished in his heart burned again. Suddenly, his anger made him have no time to think. He stepped out of the door of the palace. In his eyes, in addition to the anger, a touch of cold color was added.

At the same time, in an old house in the capital, Ning Ye had already taken off the luxurious brocade robe and put on a simple cotton-padded coat. The dark gray cotton-padded coat added a simple beauty to her quiet face. At this time, she held a heater and lay on the chair, as if she was enjoying the warm feeling. Her long hair hung down. The calm smile gently bent at the corners of her mouth made her lose the unruly and meanness of the past. If she didn't know that she was Ning Ye, everyone would feel that this woman, beautiful and her appearance was simply very similar to that of the former Qingyan Empress.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted the quiet beauty. She opened her eyes, and a demonic eye bloomed, breaking the clarity just now. She was not a water-like woman, but more like a fire.

"Master, everything you have assigned has been done. Ningcheng has now received an order to set up troops!" The man outside the door's voice was calm, and his deliberate voice made him pay many times more strength, but his eyes were still as firm as before.

The voice outside the door was a little low. Ning Ye heard it and just hummed gently. When the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, she sat up and went to the bronze mirror and sat down. She gently stroked her face, but there was no feeling. When such a look really became herself, she found that this was forever. A burden that can't be removed.

It's been more than ten years? She asked herself gently in her heart, and she also forgot. She even forgot her original appearance. She smiled sarcastically at herself in the mirror and cried out. Why, she didn't expect that she would fall in love with the emperor in the court and the man who was as indifferent as winter.

She gently cleaned up her makeup to make herself look as luxurious as before, because she could see him again soon.