"Then you'd better kill it now and skin it to make a mink." Han Ziyu's tone sounded like he was talking about a dispensable thing.

"Okay." Bei Yi immediately released his demonic energy. The white fox howled twice in pain and immediately fell to the snow and passed out.

"Don't hurt it." Han Ziyu said softly.

Bei Yi stopped his hand: "It depends on your performance."

Bei Yi waved his hands and sat in the pavilion, holding a wine bottle and pouring it into his mouth. The aroma of wine overflowed.

"Han Ziyu, today is the winter solstice, do you want to eat dumplings?"

"Don't eat."

"You can't help but eat what I made."

Bei Yi waved his hand: "Li Linfu."

"The old slave is here."

"Put the dumplings into the pot and bring them over."

"Yes."

Bei Yi took Han Ziyu's arm and brought him into his arms: "Drink with me."

Han Ziyu shook off his hand, stood up and walked out of the pavilion, picking up the unconscious little fox in the snow. His eyes softened, and snowflakes fell on the tips of his hair.

Bei Yi drank a whole bottle of wine, raised his eyes and watched the snowflakes falling on Han Ziyu, and the person in front of him gradually became a shadow.

Han Ziyu stroked the little fox in his arms, and used a little spiritual power to wake it up from the coma. The little fox shrank in his arms and rubbed his hand.

Han Ziyu showed a smile and touched the little fox's head. The little fox made a happy sound.

A few wisps of fire ignited in Bei Yi's eyes. He liked foxes, and he couldn't accept a strange fox rolling around in his arms, but he couldn't accept having sex with him.

The fingers holding the wine glass turned white from excessive exertion. He suddenly raised the wine bottle and started filling it.

"Lord, the dumplings are ready."

"Well, let's put it here." Bei Yi was drunk. In the past, he didn't feel drunk after drinking two or three pots. Today, after drinking one pot, he was drunk and his head was dizzy.

"Han Ziyu, put down that fox and come over to eat, or I'll kill it!" He picked up his chopsticks and glared at the fox.

The fox was so frightened by his glare that he huddled in Han Ziyu's arms and refused to come down.

Han Ziyu touched its head and placed it in the snow. The fox was also very humane and stood blankly in the snow waiting for Han Ziyu.

"Eat it, stuffed with radish and pork." Beiyi picked one and threw it into his bowl, and then threw a plate full of red spicy dipping sauce in front of him.

Han Ziyu took a bite, dipped it in hot sauce and continued eating.

The snow outside the pavilion was falling heavily, and the dumplings were steaming.

After two plates of dumplings, a bottle of wine also disappeared.

"Han Ziyu, please play a piece of music for me."

For the first time since their marriage, Bei Yi didn't speak to him in a vicious tone.

After Han Ziyu finished his last bite of dumplings, he stood up and left, going to the front yard to get the flute he had treasured for a long time.

He specially changed his clothes, took off his cloak and white clothes, put on cloth and linen clothes and walked in the heavy snow, with his black hair flowing down and dancing in the wind.

Bei Yi leaned on the pavilion railing and looked at the people approaching: "Where is the actor who dares to... break into... Whitewater Palace without permission? You are seeking death!"

He thought about today's winter solstice and didn't want to make Han Ziyu sad by killing someone.

"Give...play...play a tune to me, and I will spare your life."

Han Ziyu, who was wearing linen clothes, looked at Bei Yi, who was wearing a dark gold robe. He took two steps closer, with a cold air in his eyes.

Glancing at the little fox on the ground, Han Ziyu raised her flute and stood in the snow.

The snow was falling harder and harder, and there was a thick layer of snow in the backyard, with two lines of footprints stretching away.

The snow falls, just like human life is fading.

He held the flute tightly with his beautiful fingers and started playing slowly.

The music is ethereal and lonely, like a voice coming from deep within the soul.

Bei Yi closed his eyes and leaned back to listen, feeling that the music was slightly familiar.

But I can't remember where I heard it.

After the song ended, Bei Yi said: "Okay, very good, very good. Come here! Li Linfu, reward him with a hundred taels of gold."

He raised his hands and clapped it hard, laughed like crazy, and drank from the wine bottle again.

He turned to look at the sky: "Li Linfu, where is Han Ziyu!"

"Honored Lord, the person who plays the music is Han Xianzun."

Bei Yi rubbed his eyes. He was so drunk that he was a little unconscious. He walked closer to the pavilion and opened his eyes wide to see that the flute player in the snow was actually Han Ziyu.

How could it be possible that such a proud man would dress like this, stand in the snow with disheveled hair and play the flute to himself?

Bei Yi raised his head and laughed. After all, I have trampled on your dignity and trampled you under my feet. What kind of immortal is just my plaything.

He staggered two steps and fell down on the stool: "Everyone, get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!"

After the servants left, he grabbed Han Ziyu's arm and filled the bottle with wine. He bit Han Xianzun's mouth and passed all the lotus essence in his mouth to Han Ziyu.

Li Xuan whipped at Bei Yi. He smiled and grabbed the whip, imprisoned the artifact with demonic energy and spread his palm: "Han Ziyu, you hurt my hand."

Blood dripped from his palm, and he sneered, strangled Han Ziyu's neck, and kissed her roughly.

"Bei Yi!"

"Why do you call me?"

"You are nothing, don't touch me... don't touch me." Han Ziyu said heartbreakingly.

Bei Yi tightly hugged his waist: "I've touched him thousands of times, but now I'm telling you not to touch me. Why are you pretending to be innocent and refusing to welcome me? What? Aren't you very comfortable?"

The snow was falling heavily, Bei Yi's demonic energy flew out, and the little fox fainted on the spot.

"If you don't cooperate well, I will kill it and make it into a mink for you."

"roll!"

"Get lost? Where do you tell me to get lost, Han Ziyu?"

Bei Yi tore the linen clothes to pieces with one hand.

When everything was unstoppable, all he could hear was his painful exhortations.

"Son of a bitch! Get out! Get out!"

"Son of a bitch? Yes, I am a bastard."

"Bei Yi, kill me, ah, kill...me, I'll give you my life...and I won't see you in the next life."

"Kill you? Huh? How? Is this okay?"

Bei Yi gritted his teeth in the snow...

……

"Holy shit, shit, stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it, is it so exciting?" Bei Yi pinched his thigh hard.

Seeing that it was about to burst into flames, he immediately filled it in.

"Han Ziyu, I didn't expect you could play music in your previous life, haha."

As he muttered, he suddenly felt a chill slipping down his cheeks. He raised his hand to wipe it and tasted it in his mouth. It was salty.

Why are you crying?

Thinking of the white fox that stayed with Han Ziyu for half a year in his previous life, eating with him, sleeping with him, and spending every difficult day and night with him.

The little fox was raised by Han Ziyu to become more and more cunning. He only ate raw fish every day and would not eat if there was no raw fish. It is becoming more and more arrogant. No one can touch it except Han Ziyu, otherwise it will bite. In addition to eating and sleeping every day.

But later the little fox was poisoned to death by Lin Yuetan.

On the afternoon when the little fox died, Han Ziyu sat alone in the pavilion without saying a word, holding it in her arms, staring at the sky alone in a daze.

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