Zhu Lan is dead

"If you haven't recovered yet, don't go today."

Ye Fan was leaning against the stove, lazily leaning aside with something to warm his hands in his hands. He enjoyed the leisure in the palace for nothing these days, but he became more and more nourished like the days.

Yu Changqi put on a snow-white robe, and the white fox fur made him look more handsome and Qinghua. Compared with the dazzling ocher red, perhaps white was the most suitable color to set off his color, but Ye Fan's few In his eyes, this person wears everything the same, anyway, it's just two words, good-looking!

He lowered his head and tidied up his lower sleeves, and said in a flat tone, "No, I have to go anyway."

"Isn't it feasible to stay for one day?"

Yu Changqi lowered his head and fastened the sash around his waist, his tone seemed a little helpless, "The affairs of the government are not child's play, besides, I don't have..."

A pair of arms were wrapped around his waist suddenly, and his warm body leaned gently on his back. Yu Changqi's movements froze, but what he was about to say stopped abruptly.

"you……"

"Don't move!" Ye Fan put his forehead behind his shoulder, his closed eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was sniffing the lingering scent of his nose, and he didn't notice anything wrong with his actions inappropriate.

The two of them stalemate like this for a while, Ye Fan slowly came back to his senses, but the hand around Yu Changqi's waist suddenly let go.

Feeling the pressure on his back and leaving, his heart, which had been hanging high for some time, relaxed, and subconsciously sighed, Yu Changqi turned around and looked at Ye Fanji, with doubts in his eyes, "What are you doing today?" ...How can it be so abnormal?"

Ye Fanji looked at him and smiled, "You are the lord, what's so unusual about this, besides, since we've known each other for so long, don't you understand my nature?"

Concealing what he was going to express, Ye Fanji suddenly smiled innocently.

"..."

After a while, Yu Changqi said lightly: "It's because I rarely see it and it's strange."

After finishing speaking, when he was about to turn around and go out, the person who had been smiling all this time suddenly lost his composure, and said a word in panic, "I said I like you, my lord."

His footsteps stopped suddenly.

His eyes seemed to reflect the snow-covered snow scene outside the door, and they became a little empty. He subconsciously curled up his fingers, and Ye Fan said with the corners of his mouth, "You, believe it..."

"..."

The heavy snow came pouring in, and the branches outside the house rustled in a gust of cold wind, and the branches that had been covered by thick snow for a long time finally broke off and smashed into the snow in the courtyard, making a series of muffled noises .

He doesn't know what he is today, why he is so impulsive, but bad thoughts are vaguely burning in his heart, and he always feels that there are too many things in his heart. Here's the chance.

What's more, he is not the kind of person who likes to hide it. He just thinks that he wants an answer. If he gets it, he will not have any extra thoughts after all.

As if to fulfill his thoughts, those words were like a stone thrown into the mirror lake, without even a single ripple, Yu Changqi just turned around and looked at him quietly, with calm and indifferent eyes, "You I won’t take this sentence seriously, it’s not good to joke too much.”

"..."

"Like is simple to say, but it is complicated and unspeakable to those who really understand it. Don't say it casually in the future..."

Just like the persuasion of the elders, Ye Fan felt a little ridiculous. Seeing Yu Changqi's consistent expression without much fluctuation, he nodded silently, and the corners of his stiff mouth slightly curled up, "Well, I see."

I don't know how long the man had been away, but the wind and snow swept into the room. Ye Fan came to his senses a few times, clenched his cold fingers in a daze, and looked down at the things slowly spread in his hands with his temperatureless eyes.

A dark green knotted tassel.

This is Yu Changqi's personal belongings. From the first moment he saw that person, he had noticed it, but at that time he was only thinking about how to put this person to death, and didn't pay much attention to it.

But now, when I think about what I asked that day, I think of this person's undisguised appearance, and I think of that person's words of yes, and all his wishful thinking is so funny.

What else is there to hide? He is the only one who doesn't know about things that everyone knows. Why does he want to think about it after he knows it?

After all, he was thinking too much. People who think they are passionate are always easy to worry about gains and losses, but he hasn't got anything yet.

"Humph."

Walking out the door, he threw the knotted tassels in his hand into the snow with some disdain. The snow was falling all over the courtyard and the cold wind was blowing, making people feel uneasy.

Don't think about it, don't think about anything, since you have already got the answer, then give up, wouldn't it be shameless to think about it like this?

Just throw it here, anyway, waiting for Yu Changqi to come back, the wind and snow will have buried it long ago, if he can find it, he is lucky, if he can't find it... then he is unlucky!

Thinking so selfishly in his heart, Ye Fan simply turned around and didn't take another look, and honestly nested back on the soft couch, snuggling up to the fire to warm him up, and the sound of wind and snow outside the house grew louder, as if he was sobbing The sound kept echoing in my ears.

It wasn't long before he closed his eyes, but he suddenly opened them. The tea brought by the little maid just now was completely cold, and he couldn't help but glance at the snow falling outside the door, and Junxiu's eyebrows were furrowed into ugly balls.

"..."

As if his brain had twitched, he threw off the blanket on his body and walked outside the door. The wind and snow piled up outside the house, and there was no trace of the place where the tassels were thrown away just now.

"Let you do it..."

With a helpless sigh, Ye Fan squatted down, and started to plan the place where he dropped it with his bare hands. The ice and snow touched his hands, and his fingers were numb and painful. Fortunately, the burial was not deep enough. I found the tattered tassel.

Ye Fan held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. He brushed away the ice crystals left between the tassels with his red fingers. He felt nothing when he touched it with his fingers. However, the weaving handwork of this tassel is really good, and it looks good. Some years have passed, but it is still tough and unfading.

It should be well protected by someone...

Flying snow fluttered, mixed with the bone-chilling cold, blowing people's heads and faces, cheeks turned white from the cold, but the tip of the nose was sour and red.

*

"Lang Jun..."

Suddenly there was a green and soft voice behind him, Ye Fan was startled, stood up abruptly, stuffed the tassels in his hands into his sleeves in a panic, looked up and saw a girl of fifteen or six standing in front of him, There was a clay pot on the lacquer plate in his hand, and his watery eyes looked at Ye Fan with some surprise.

"It's so cold today, what are you doing outside..."

This is a new girl from the dining hall of the Wangfu. Her name is Caiji. The mansion was bored, so I had a few words with this little girl, and the two of them hit it off. Seeing her at this time, his beating heart gradually calmed down, and Ye Fan stretched out his fingers a little timidly. Pointing to the top of his head, he forced a smile and said, "I think the snow is pretty good today, so I plan to come out and build a snowman for fun..."

"..."

After seeing Ye Fan's feet, which was probably a snow pit dug out by bare hands, Cai Ji didn't say anything, just smiled.

*

It has only been a few months, but here seems to have been stripped of the time, everywhere is withered and cold, like the autumn of fallen leaves.

This year's weather is so cold that the guards who were guarding the door have long since disappeared. Anyone who is willing to suffer from the wind and snow for no reason, but seeing that few people come to greet him these days, he took off his clothes early The burden is gone.

The dead branches in the courtyard are decayed, the bouquets that were carefully planted have long been withered by frost, and the courtyard is desolate. It seems that the former glory and wealth have long gone with the discouragement of the owner and will never return.

Baosheng walked out the door with a basin of warm water that had just been washed, Lin Cijing was still the same after so many days, probably because the last time she tried to persuade her, it didn't work, so she gave up asking no further questions.

Even the daily food is still about to cool down before barely eating a few mouthfuls, hanging for half his life, although Yu Changqi has never treated them harshly, but this is not the same as Ling Chi and the others who are holding knives. What's the difference?

Although there was great resentment in my heart, after all, there was nothing left of being attacked by the cold. When I was about to go back to the house early after pouring out the water, a figure suddenly appeared beside the dead tree covered in thick snow in the courtyard.

Baosheng couldn't help rubbing his eyes in a daze, but his heart felt numb. She had heard countless rumors in the mansion for many years, no matter how calm and self-possessed she was, she would eventually be afraid when facing her.

But before she could react, the figure hidden by the dead tree suddenly came out, covered tightly by a snow-white cloak, but the man was not prepared to hide it, and he stretched out his hand, originally The hood that covered most of his face fell off.

"..."

*

"Madam Madam..."

"What are you making so much noise about?" Lin Cijing frowned as he opened his eyes that had just been closed uncomfortably, and glanced at Bao Sheng who hurried in.

After days of torment, the whole person has long been mentally exhausted like a dead branch and a leaf, and his appearance is completely sluggish.

"A woman is a flower that can't stand being broken. Madam tortures herself like this all day long, isn't she afraid that she will wither faster?"

A familiar voice came, and a man in white came in. His delicate face was delicate and moving, and his brows were calm and calm.

Lin Cijing watched as her eyes widened slightly, her face was in disbelief, she hadn't dressed up in the past few days, and her originally beautiful face was pale and withered, as if she was an old woman.