There are always bad guys trying to rob my husband

Chapter 597 Very Loving 46
Jin Bao evoked a smug smile, the emperor's stinky face, it's time to end.

The wind blows snowflakes randomly and slaps people's faces, which is bitingly cold.

A sheet of ink, like a butterfly fluttering in the snow, lightly landed at his feet.

What a splash-ink peach blossom!Brilliant in the snow.

Snow, brings infinite inspiration to people, but it also brings troubles to people.

Otherwise, who would open the windows and open the door in a snowy day, willingly and voluntarily blending together?
She is wearing a long light blue dress, dancing in the snow, under the window, in front of the house, under the tree...

"Is this what you're looking for?" A friendly voice sounded from behind.

She looked back suddenly, snowflakes fell on her face and slowly melted on her face. In a haze, she saw the king standing in front of her eyes.

No, she must be dazzled, how could the emperor come to the forbidden area of ​​the harem?

She rubbed her eyes desperately, trying to erase the fact.

"Mony, are you okay?"

It was his voice, and she could no longer deny it.

Why is he free today to visit this deposed concubine? Is it because he wants to see how ridiculous and pathetic she is?
She never thought, really never thought that she could still see him in her lifetime.

Her heart trembled. It turned out that there was resentment in her heart.

"The servant sees the emperor!"

"It's windy here, come in and talk."

He reached out to help her, but this time she didn't run away, the warmth of his embrace melted her icy heart.

A little bit of tenderness, even just for a moment, is enough for her.

Stealthily, she buried her face in his broad chest.

In the room, what Ouyang Shaogong thought was different.

Thick Jinhua carpets, fireplaces are placed in the four corners of the room, exuding a faint fragrance of roses, and exquisite mahogany tables and chairs are placed in the center of the room. All covered with beautifully embroidered cushions...

Such an arrangement can't help but make the emperor speechless.

Such an arrangement can't help but make the emperor jealous.

He was worried day and night that she would not have enough food and clothes, and that stubborn heart made him dare not go to see her. It turned out that all his worries were superfluous.

He let her go and went to close the doors and windows in the house himself.

"It's so cold, why don't you close the windows?"

"I like watching snow, anytime and anywhere. I don't want to be locked in the house alone, isolated from the world."

She is blaming him, shouldn't she be sidelined?
If she was willing to say a pleading word at that time, so that he had a step to go down, how could he have the heart to treat her like this?

He walked to the table, looked at those things, and suddenly asked: "You made all those paintings?"

She nodded gently, as indifferent as a piece of snow.

"Why did I never know you could paint?"

"I still have many things that you don't know." She looked at the closed window and said calmly.

Is this also a complaint?

He took her hand like a gust of wind, with anger in his eyes: "That's because you never want to tell me about yourself."

She wanted to pull back her hand, but she couldn't pull it back no matter what, because he pinched her so painfully.

"Your Majesty, I am now a waste concubine, what else do you want?"

"Your words have reminded me, why does the abandoned concubine have such treatment? Are you trying to disrupt the order of the harem?"

She has a lot of abilities. It is probably unprecedented that she can live such a beautiful life in the cold palace.

"The emperor has to take care of the affairs of the harem. If the emperor does not establish an empress, the empress position will always be vacant. What is this?" She frowned.

"When will it be your turn to take care of my affairs?" He was furious because someone told the truth.

In his heart, there is only one candidate for the latter position, but he has personally relegated him to the cold palace.

He could only delay the matter of making a succession again and again by using the excuse of mourning.

(End of this chapter)