The demon concubine of rebirth, you have been tricked by gl

Yan Guo ushered in the first snow in late autumn, and the overwhelming white snowflakes seemed to put a white and beautiful silver dress on the world in front of us.

The stove brought into the room drove away the chill, Yan Wanting lazily opened her eyes, and she felt a chill hit after she lifted the brocade quilt, she got up from the bed with bare feet.

Stepping on the cold ground with bare feet, Yan Wanting looked at the stove beside the bed and asked.

"Is it snowing."

At the side, a beautiful young lady in palace robes was warming tea, she raised her head when she heard Yan Banting's voice and said.

"Yeah, it snowed all night last night. I was quite surprised when I woke up this morning. This year's snow fell earlier than in previous years."

Yan Wanting lowered his head and squinted his eyes and answered casually, then walked barefoot to the window beside him, stretched out his hand and pushed the closed wooden window open.

A gust of cold wind mixed with snowflakes rushed towards her face. The chill covered in wind and snow made Yan Wanting, who was not afraid of the cold, shiver. A scene covered in silver.

The little maid who was warming the tea let out a cry of surprise, trotted to the side of the bed, picked up the cloak that had been prepared to be warmed up a long time ago, walked quickly to Yan Wanting, put it on for her, and complained road.

"Your Highness didn't even put on any clothes, why did you open the window, and you're not afraid of catching a cold."

Yan Wanting stared out of the window for a long time, then turned to look at the little maid, and asked with a slight frown.

"Xiaoqiu, the hand stove that my father gave me last year is still there."

The little maid was stunned, thought for a while, and then answered.

"Didn't Your Highness say at that time that you don't need it? Tell the servants to put it away and put it in the utility room. Your Highness needs it now?"

"Well, go and bring it to Bengong."

Yan Wanting already had a hot body and was already used to the snowy weather, so he only wore the thin clothes he usually wears and a fox fur made of snow fox fur.

Stepping on the white snow all the way, Yan Wanting came to the gate of Jingling Hall.

But when she saw the Jing Ling Temple close in front of her eyes, she stopped again, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

She came here again unknowingly.

Ever since she got up and saw the snowflakes floating outside the window, she was a little out of her mind.

Every winter when the snow falls, Xia Qiulian's body becomes colder and weaker than usual.

A few days ago, the wound on her shoulder was healed, but now it must be...

It must be more uncomfortable.

When the hand stove in his hand arrived, Xiaoqiu added a lot of hot coals into it, and it was very warm at this moment.

Yan Wanting stood under a snow-wrapped pine tree, half-turned his body and looked at the Jingling Palace which was close at hand, he hesitated.

"Miss, it's cold outside. You're not in good health, so how can you go out?"

Qingyuan's voice came from the gate of Jingling Hall not too far away.

Yan Wanting hid behind a tree when he heard the sound, but only took half a step back, but bumped into something.

Frowning and turning his head, Yan Wanting saw behind him a red-faced patrol guard wearing armor.

"male..."

As soon as the young and handsome Forbidden Army saw Yan Banting's face, his expression changed after staring, and he was about to kneel down to salute.

In desperation, Yan Wanting hastily said in a soft voice.

"Shut up and keep your voice down."

"Ah." The imperial guard was stunned, his face flushed, his body half arched and motionless, he didn't dare to raise his head, he could only stare at the thick snow on the ground, and the foot that Yan Banting stepped on. .

Yan Wanting poked his head out slightly, and looked towards the gate of Jingling Hall.

Xia Qiulian's thin body was wrapped in thick clothes, and was tightly wrapped in a large and warm fur coat. She was light and thin, but now she looked extraordinarily bulky and slow.

Xia Qiulian looked down at the thick layers of clothes on her body, and shook her head helplessly.

She just wanted to go out and have a look, Qingyuan and Luruan, as if facing a big enemy, took out all the thick clothes they could carry out, and put them all on her.

If she didn't wear so much, those two girls wouldn't let her go out at all.

Qingyuan didn't wear that much, but she wore a big cotton cap on her head, revealing two big black eyes, which moved around in the eye sockets flexibly.

Although she looked outside with excitement, but for the sake of Xia Qiulian's body, she still comforted Xia Qiulian out of conscience.

"Miss, look, the outside of this hall is no different from our inner courtyard, it's all a piece of whiteness. The wind is still so strong, be careful of catching cold, let's go in quickly."

Qing Yuan was the least afraid of the cold among the three, and even Lu Ruan put on thick clothes, standing behind Qing Yuan trembling, her voice trembling.

"That's right, miss. You see, not many people go out today. The wind and snow are so heavy. Why don't you read a book in the study, and the servants will go and heat up the stove and put it in the study."

Xu was wearing too many clothes, and Xia Qiulian felt a little tired after walking a few steps. She panted lightly, looked at the snowflakes all over the sky, and sighed with some melancholy in her heart.

"Let's go back."

Seeing Xia Qiulian, who was wrapped like a little stupid bear, stood at the door and looked for a while, then turned his head and went in, Yan Wanting breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips .

Xia Qiulian's appearance just now was really inexplicably funny.

Just like the exiled immortal walking out of the painting was infected with fireworks and also afraid of the cold, so he wrapped himself in thick winter clothes and walked slowly and clumsily in the snow.

But on the face, he had to be as cold and indifferent as always, which made people feel extraordinarily cute.

"Princess... Your Highness... Your Highness."

A weak voice came from behind, Yan Wanting turned around sharply, and saw the imperial guard with a snowflake on his head and a face as red as a stove.

Yan Wanting frowned and asked in doubt.

"Huh? Why don't you leave, what are you doing here?"

The young imperial guard blushed, lowered his head, and stammered for a long time before forcing the words out of his mouth.

"Your Highness...Your Highness...you are stepping on the...feet of a humble position."

Hearing this, Yan Wanting looked down and saw that he was stepping on the foot of the imperial guard behind him.

It's just that there are snowflakes on the ground, but I don't feel it.

Yan Wanting coughed lightly, and quickly took two steps back, with the stove in her hand, she apologized to the imperial guard.

"I didn't feel it. I'm sorry for this little brother."

As soon as Yan Banting's words came out, the face of the imperial guard turned even redder. He took two steps back in fear, and waved his hands quickly, but he was panting desperately, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only say nothing. Stop swallowing.

"Her Royal Highness...Her Royal Highness"

Not only because Yan Wanting, as a high-ranking princess, apologized to such a small imperial guard, but also because Her Royal Highness actually called him a little brother.

This was something he had never imagined in his dreams. It was like being hit on the head by a large gold ingot that suddenly fell from the sky. He was excited and a little dazed, not knowing what to say or what expression to make.

This little imperial army looks no more than Yan Wanting's size.

Yan Wanting saw that his face was blushing, holding his breath and staring at her with big eyes, she didn't feel rude, but just raised her lips slightly and said.

"It's cold, if it's time to change shifts, go back and rest, it's hard work."

After finishing speaking, Yan Wanting walked away straight to Jingling Hall.

Only the little Forbidden Army who was still in a daze was left there, watching closely the back of Yan Wanting disappearing at the gate of Jingling Hall little by little.

I don't know how long it took before the little imperial guard realized that he seemed to have missed the shift change time. He was about to run, but before he left, he looked back at the entrance of Jingling Hall, the direction where Yan Banting disappeared, and murmured soundtrack.

"your Highness...."