Time flies, October passes, and in November, it snows for the first time.
Mrs. Liu Sun checked the weather, came in with a thick quilt, put it on An Yi, added a few charcoal to the stove, and told Qin Yanran, "Pay attention to the ventilation. Now that Orchid is lying down, it cannot be said that it cannot be moved. We don¡¯t know if she¡¯s uncomfortable, but we can¡¯t let the smoke hit her. If I¡¯m not around, you should keep an eye on her!¡±
Qin Yanran quickly responded: "Don't worry, old madam, I will do my best!"
Mrs. Liu Sun nodded, looked at the plum blossoms picked by Qin Yanran by the window, and asked, "The plum blossoms are also blooming in the yard?"
Qin Yanran nodded: "Just opened!"
"In the past, the young lady liked plum blossoms, and then she liked pear blossoms. Now" Ms. Liu Sun sighed, "Look, why am I talking about this!"
Ms. Liu Sun stood up and walked out: "I'll go to the small kitchen and see how the porridge is doing!"
Mrs. Liu Sun walked out and couldn't help but wipe her eyes.
This person has been lying down for several months. When will he wake up?
At this moment, in the Liucheng of the Liuzhu Kingdom, the old Liuhuang made Feng Qingchen take the throne, and took Liuhuamo and Liu Nanchuan together to salute Feng Qingchen, "We, the Liuzhu Kingdom, are willing to be loyal to Emperor Luan from generation to generation. Long live Emperor Luan! Long live Long Live!"
Luan Huang Feng Qingchen was sitting on the dragon chair of Liu Zhu Kingdom. She was dazzlingly beautiful with red clothes, black hair and snow-skinned skin. She wore a black beaded crown. She looked at the old Emperor Liu coldly, and the white jade bead curtain in front of him slightly moved. It shook a bit, and the momentum was overwhelming.
Old Emperor Liu looked at Feng Qingchen with some anxiety.
Old Liuhuang straightened up, but his body staggered.
Liu Huamo and Liu Nanchuan quickly stepped forward to support Old Liuhuang.
"It's okay, I" Lao Liuhuang paused and changed his name, "I'm alone!"
Liu Huamo was about to say something when he saw Feng Qingchen walking straight out of the hall.
Liu Huamo supported Lao Liuhuang, raised his eyes and gestured to Liu Nanchuan.
Liu Nanchuan quickly followed him out.
Behind the main hall is the Imperial Garden, full of plum blossoms.
Feng Qingchen looked at the plum blossoms, always feeling very familiar. He remembered that when he was a teenager, he once killed thousands of people and returned to the palace covered in blood. He saw a girl dancing under the plum blossom tree, laughing like silver. Like bells, the petals of plum blossoms are flying all over the sky, and each one seems to carry the essence of the flower. The woman bathing in the snow and rain is as beautiful as a dream.
That beautiful scene was in sharp contrast to his trapped animal-like situation.
It obviously happened more than ten years ago, why is that girl¡¯s smile and laughter so clear in my mind right now?
Feng Qingchen slowly raised his head, wrapped his thin and long fingers in the cuffs that were as red as flames, raised his head slightly, and looked at the plum blossoms.
The snow-skinned red plums increasingly reflect the man¡¯s icy muscles and jade bones. The mist envelopes him lightly, and his whole body is filled with moist water vapor that merges with this red plum forest.
Liu Nanchuan followed Feng Qingchen and was about to speak when he saw a figure flashing through the plum forest in front of him.
Liu Nanchuan was startled, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the figure slowly walking out from behind the tree. She was a beautiful girl, dressed in white, and playfully pulled up the hem of her dress. The hem of her dress contained many plum blossoms that had been blown down by the strong wind. There was also a small pickaxe beside her.
The scene of burying flowers to beg for a chance encounter was a tactic used by women in the palace to invite favors. Liu Nanchuan had seen it countless times since he was a child, and he had long been tired of it. But he was a little strange. The target of this woman was obviously not him, but Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen is the God of War, and his aura makes ordinary people afraid to approach him. How dare this little girl come here to pretend to be a chance encounter? (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com