Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 785 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (37)

Facts have proved that Yingchun's guess is not accurate at all.

In the evening, the first snow fell in the imperial capital.

First there was a little snow, then the sky gathered enough strength, and the snow began to grow bigger.

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

As soon as the snow started to fall, even the wind picked up, whistling, and blowing desperately.

In Changle Palace, all the doors and windows were reinforced, and fire walls were pasted up.

The charcoal fire is burning 24 hours a day, and the maid opens the window for ventilation from time to time, and then closes it again.

After nightfall, the temperature outside dropped even more, it was so cold that people's faces were red from the cold, and their scalps were numb from the cold.

After turning off the lights and going to bed, Yun Si lay on her comfortable bed, listening to the occasional wind from outside, she didn't want to move anymore.

The surrounding environment was so comfortable, warm, hot and refreshing, she sat up lazily after sitting there for a while.

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

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

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

The soldiers were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes and armor, and their faces were parched from the cold, but they remained motionless, like sculptures.

The wind blew violently, and the snow that fell on the ground flew up again, and flew straight into the open window eaves.

The cold outside temperature frantically squeezed in through such a window, as if trying to completely devour the warmth inside.

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

The wind blowing outside made the howling cold, like countless sharp knives passing through the body, it was very cold.

The prince who brought in the warm tea saw the emperor standing in the wind, hurried forward,
"Your Majesty, it's windy outside, don't stand here, this old slave should close the window right now."

But Que Yan waved his hand and didn't look at him, his brows were cold, "Go out."

The prince didn't dare to speak anymore, so he said yes and stepped back.

Looking out through the window eaves, the ground has already been covered with a thick layer of snow, reflecting the light, but it can't change the coldness above.

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

I do not know how long it has been,

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

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

"Ow~"

The white tiger group covered in snowflakes rushed towards him.

The window was closed immediately.

The man was holding it, his eyes were calm, he patted the snowflakes on its body, his tone was calm,

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight."

"Aww?" Why didn't you come?
It flicked its tail, it was cold above, but its small body was warm.

Lying in his arms familiarly, the beautiful tiger eyes looked at him quietly.

The man didn't speak any more, he put it on the small bed, and wiped its paws with the hot water beside it.

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

"Aw~" It's hard work.

The white tiger rolled happily on the quilt.

After Que Yan lay down, it settled down again, lying on his neck, and consciously formed into a ball.

The tail rested securely on his chest like a plush rope.

(End of this chapter)