Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Facts have proved that Yingchun’s guess was not accurate at all.

In the evening, the first snow began to fall in the imperial capital.

First there was a thin flurry of snow, then the sky gathered enough strength and the snow began to get heavier.

Pieces fell one after another, covering the entire imperial city with crystal clear and beautiful snow-white.

As soon as the snow started to fall, the wind also picked up, whirring and blowing with all its strength.

In Changle Palace, all the doors and windows have been reinforced and fire walls have been put up.

The charcoal fire burned twenty-four hours a day, and the maid opened the window for ventilation from time to time, and then closed it again.

After nightfall, the temperature outside dropped sharply, so cold that people's faces turned red from the cold, and their scalps felt numb from the cold.

After turning off the lights and going to bed, Yun Si lay on her comfortable bed, listening to the sound of wind coming from outside from time to time, and she no longer wanted to move.

The surrounding environment was so comfortable, warm, hot and comfortable. She lingered for a while before sitting up lazily.

"." She touched her face, lowered her eyes, and sat quietly for a while.

Soon, her figure disappeared, and the quilt was covered again by an invisible force.

It was a snowy night, and the snow outside was so heavy that it almost immediately covered the newly cleared ground again.

The soldiers were wearing thick cotton coats and armor, their faces were dry and cracked by the cold, but they remained motionless, like sculptures.

The wind blew violently, causing the snow that fell on the ground to fly again, flying straight into the open window eaves.

The cold temperature outside crazily squeezed inside through such a window, as if it wanted to completely swallow up the warmth inside.

The man standing by the window eaves rested his hands on the window sill, looking quietly at the heavy snow outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

The wind outside blows, and the cold whistle makes it cold, as if countless sharp knives are passing through the body, and it is extremely cold.

The prince who brought warm tea in saw the emperor standing at the wind outlet and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, it's windy outside. Please stop standing here. I'll close the window right now."

Que Yan waved his hand without looking at him, his brows were cold and he said, "Get out."

The prince didn't dare to speak anymore. He said yes and stepped back.

Looking out through the window eaves, the ground was already covered with a thick layer of snow. The light reflected it, but it couldn't change the coldness on it at all.

Que Yan put his hand on the window sill again, his face as pale as water.

I do not know how long it has been,

A small black and white dumpling jumped down from the high eaves and stepped on the snow with its paws, leaving a long plum blossom footprint.

Seeing Que Yan standing there with the window wide open, its eyes lit up and it ran over.

"Ouch~"

The white tiger group covered with snowflakes pounced on him.

The window was immediately closed.

The man held it with indifferent eyes, patted the snowflakes on its body, and spoke calmly,

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

".Ouch?" Why don't you come?

Its tail flicked. It was cold on top, but its little body was warm.

The familiar figure lay in his arms, looking at him quietly with her beautiful tiger eyes.

The man didn't say anything anymore. He put the cat on the bed and wiped its paws with the hot water on the side.

After wiping it clean, it was finally placed on the dragon bed this time.

"Ouch~" It's really a blessing in disguise.

The white tiger rolled happily on the bed.

After Que Yan lay down, it became calm again, lying next to his neck and forming a ball consciously.

The tail rested safely on his chest, like a plush rope.