The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Seeing this, His Highness immediately lowered his head.

She clutched her little cloak tightly with her red fingers from the cold, and lowered her head, not daring to look at the young man walking towards her in front of her.

Eunuch Fu turned his head and looked at the approaching young man.

Looking at the young man's sickly eyebrows and pale face, Eunuch Fu worried, "Your Majesty, it's snowing so much outside, you'd better go inside the hall, don't catch a cold. This old slave will take His Highness inside."

The young man held Mrs. Tang's hand and raised it lightly, signaling Eunuch Fu to step aside for the time being.

Seeing this, Eunuch Fu stopped talking.

Quietly stepped aside.

His Highness lowered his head, watching the corner of the black cloak appear in his field of vision.

So His Highness said something in a low voice.

"Father, royal father..."

The voice of the young man above came condescendingly, with a hint of indifference.

"What are you doing here?"

The little highness murmured, "Father, I... I... I'm playing snowball..."

The voice of the villain in front of him became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

It seems very guilty.

The young man lowered his eyelids, and his pupils were dotted with a few strands of extremely light dark green, looking so indifferent, he sternly shouted: "Speak up."

The sudden shout made the little Highness, who was already afraid of guilty conscience, burst into tears immediately.

The little highness clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, and his little nose, which was red from the cold, twitched from crying.

She raised her head, and tears the size of beans fell out of her big watery eyes.

The red mouth was flattened, with a look of fear and grievance.

She was sobbing and out of breath, "Father, Ah Ning was wrong... Ah Ning shouldn't, shouldn't have played outside in the snow... Wuwuwu, Father, don't be angry, Wuwuwu... Royal Father..."

Looking at the very poor little man who was crying like a tearful man, Eunuch Fu sighed deeply in his heart, and turned his head unbearably.

The young man in front of him was slender and tall, and the dark cloak draped over his shoulders was embroidered with long gold thread textures. The down of the cloak was white and hung on his shoulders.

He frowned, his clear eyebrows revealed indifference, he stood indifferently in front of the villain, the expression on his face was so indifferent, as if the crying villain in front of him couldn't move him in the slightest.

Luo Heng looked indifferently at the weeping villain whose eyebrows and eyes were too similar to hers, and slightly closed his eyes.

It was still snowing heavily outside the hall, and the falling snowflakes landed on the young man's cloak. After a few seconds, the snowflakes melted and turned into drops of water.

Countless snowflakes fluttered precariously in mid-air.

With a sigh, it seemed to melt together with the falling snowflakes in the flying snow scene.

The cold and indifferent emperor squatted down slowly, his big dry and cold hands passed through the warm snow lion fur hat of the villain, and gently rubbed the villain's head.

His voice was flat, but the villain could hear a bit of tenderness.

"Don't cry. Is it cold?"

Feeling the gentleness of his father in front of him, the little Highness cried even more fiercely and hastily.

Dou Da's tears were like glazed gems, one by one, falling down frequently.

The little Highness rubbed his soft, white cheeks against the palm of his father carelessly and eagerly, as if he wanted to seek a sense of security.She sobbed: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

He said lightly, "Yes."