Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

The cold wind was blowing, and the lights in the house were flickering.

The warm fire made a bang from time to time, burning the poor bug again without knowing it.

The wind is getting colder and bitterer.

It's getting colder and colder.

In the twelfth winter season, the heaven and the earth rang the night bell for all things, and all things were hidden, only a few humble bugs were looking for the light and warmth in the fire.

"You're still awake, miss."

Murong Ya was wearing a red cloak and a thick cotton skirt. Even so, she couldn't stop her alluring charm.

There was light makeup on his face, and there was a look of tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes.

The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the two dimples make people want to drown in it. The water-like eyes seem to hide the stars and the sea, and they can fall asleep at a glance.

"Not that."

With a slight smile on Murong Ya's face, the senior brother gently took the porridge from Qing'er's hand, and fed it to the young man's pale lips on the bed bit by bit.

"Miss, you go and rest."

Seeing the tiredness between Murong Ya's brows, Qing'er couldn't bear to say, "I'll just take care of him."

"It's okay." Murong Ya said softly: "Qing'er, if you are tired, go to bed first, I am already an adult."

"How can there be such an adult."

Qing'er pouted, "Miss, do you like him?"

"No, it's not." Murong Ya paused her hand, her cheeks flushed slightly, "You girl, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then why are you so concerned?"

Qing'er said suspiciously: "He has been sleeping for more than half a month, and I heard from the master that half of the meridians have been disabled, and it is likely that he cannot practice."

"Such a waste, how could the master allow her to live at home, and allow the young lady to take care of him like this."

Qing'er dissatisfied: "Who the hell is he?"

"I don't know." Murong Ya shook his head, "I heard from my dad that he seems to be the second son of the Wei family."

"The second son of the Wei family?" Qing'er's face changed suddenly, "Isn't that a waste?!"

"How can you say that?"

Murong Ya frowned, and there was an air of pity for me in an instant.

"Have you ever seen that a waste tire can be cultivated in the five glory and three realms?"

"Uh... no."

"That's right." Qing'er slapped herself on the head suddenly, and suddenly realized: "Miss, does he have a marriage contract with you?"

"Shh."

Hearing Murong Ya's hiss, Qing'er subconsciously covered her grown-up mouth.

"I guess so." Murong Ya sighed slightly, "But you know, how can I marry someone with my body."

"But what the master did..."

Qing'er closed her mouth halfway through her speech.

Maybe the master just wants the lady to have a happy time.

"I do not know."

Thinking of the look of expectation in her father's eyes, Murong Ya was in a daze for a while.

Could the father see hope in this boy?

But why can't I see it.

"Miss!" Qing'er suddenly shouted, "His finger moved."

"Really……"

Murong Ya put down the bowl of porridge in her hand, and found that Wei Zi'an was lying peacefully on the bed, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

Do you have trouble sleeping?Still having nightmares.

With a thought in mind, Murong Ya stretched out her hand and gently helped the latter's forehead.

Suddenly, a big rough hand grasped Murong Ya's outstretched thin hand.

Soft as if boneless, holding it in your hand is like pinching a work of art.

"It was you who saved me..."

Wei Zi'an looked intently at the woman in front of him.

The beautiful face is white and rosy, and the lips are slightly pouted, revealing innocence and cuteness.

At this time, she was a little shy.

Being held by the opposite sex for the first time, Murong Ya's heart was bumping like a deer, and an inexplicable emotion kept spreading.

"release."

Qing'er grabbed Murong Ya's hand, and said dissatisfied: "It was my young lady who saved you, why can't you even say these words?!"

"Thank you."

Wei Zian was dumbfounded for a moment, isn't this out of the top ten female stars by a dozen blocks?
The last time he saw such a beautiful woman was the last time.

That is his elder sister, but she has not seen her for a long time since she went out to study.

The other good-looking one should be Xia Emei, but her state has always been in a vague state, and Wei Zi'an has never really seen her.

"You are so beautiful."

"yes……"

Murong Ya smiled slightly, revealing two beautiful dimples.

"Well, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Wei Zian blinked and said seriously.

"How many years have I slept?"

Hearing the wind outside seemed to be more severe than the previous few days, Wei Zian crowded the room a lot.

Quaint, there are several famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and the room has floor heating and a stove.

The windows are the ones that only open, so you don't have to worry about the wind blowing too much and damaging the windows, and you don't have to worry about air leakage.

Wei Zi'an had a rare sense of security, it's ridiculous to say that he hasn't had such a sense of security for a long time.

"Pfft."

Murong Ya covered her mouth and chuckled, "You haven't slept for many years, but it's been half a month."

"lecher."

Next to her, Qing'er vigorously rubbed the curtain beside the bed, not hiding her dissatisfaction at all.

A handsome man who can say such frivolous words, Miss is in danger!
"my hand……"

Wei Zian raised his hand and was stunned.

The hands that had exposed the bones had recovered a lot, leaving only faintly visible scars.

"Miss helped you, do you know what Miss has paid for you..."

"Silence."

Murong Ya faintly uttered a word, and Qing'er raised her hand uncontrollably to cover her mouth.

She saved me...

He is a beautiful person with a kind heart, so it seems that I have no choice but to agree with my body.

"Can you tell me what is your name?"

Wei Zi'an looked at Murong Ya affectionately, his eyelids suddenly became heavy.

"My name is Murong Ya, her name is Murong Qing, you can call her Qing'er."

"Murong Ya..."

Before Wei Zi'an finished speaking, his eyes became heavy and he fell asleep.

"Fall asleep again." Qing'er said this, and was taken aback, "Miss, why didn't you let me speak just now?!"

"I'm willing to do it myself." Murong Ya helped Wei Zi'an tuck the quilt up, "He didn't force me, don't let others bear the burden."

"I'm thinking about him before I get married. I don't know what will happen after I get married."

Qing'er pouted, with a face full of resistance.

This stinky man only said a few words to the lady, and made the lady think of him.

"what are you talking about!"

Murong Ya coquettishly said: "If you talk nonsense again, I will kick you out and marry someone else!"

"cut."

Qing'er raised her head, "Anyway, I married the same person as Miss."

"Humph."

Murong Ya stood up and lowered the curtains for Wei Zi'an.

"Let's go, go back."

When the two walked to the door, Murong Ya tightened the red cloak on her body, and stopped at the door for a moment in a daze.

Under the bright moonlight, large pieces of goose feathers drifted away with the wind, and a little bit of crystal light added three points of stunning beauty to the world.

More seven points were allocated to Murong Ya.

Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the only stunning beauty.

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Qing'er raised her head and followed Murong Ya's gaze.

"This year's snow seems to be much bigger than last year."