Disgraced Consort

The laughter was so loud that he kept pouring into the hall with cold wind from the half-open window.

"Niangniang--" Yan'er hesitated whether to close the window.

"Let's open the window, weird." Xi Yan said softly, leaning on the couch, gazing at the woman's happiness outside the window.

It turned out that happiness can also infect people, looking at her so happy, Yu Yan's lips can't help but also float a smile.

This smile, but with the emergence of a bright yellow, slightly condensed.

In the boundless white snow, the eunuchs of the court ladies held up the furnace, saliva pots, rhinoceros, and other utensils to follow behind the bright yellow, and the bright yellow stopped there, stopped at the gorgeous peacock. Next to blue.

The peacock blue figure ran lightly towards the bright yellow figure. I wondered if the snow was too slippery, or she was too eager to reach the bright yellow figure before she stepped down. Following the trend, he fell into his arms.

Xi Yan seemed to be able to hear that woman lowly, with a shy smile.

Such a scene is undoubtedly happy for the women in this palace.

Because, bright yellow, in this palace, only one person can color.

That person is the ninth five-year-old, Emperor Xuan Yuanyuan.

Xi Yan still has a smile arc on her lips, why not laugh?

Seeing them happy, she had no reason to feel uncomfortable, did she?

After all, she was just his nominal concubine.

She believes that now, it is nominal.

Later, it will be.

Her heart, from the day she entered the palace, belonged only to herself.

It was only Nalan Xiyan ’s life that was handed over.

However, it has nothing to do with the heart.

Because, giving up the heart means giving up love.

In the place where the palace is in the cold, in the name of love, it is destined to be injured and cry.

None of this was what she wanted.

"Yan'er, how can you open the window in such a cold day!" Li Qiu hurriedly stepped into the hall, only a glance, and the "view" outside the window completely captured her eyes.

"It's the palace that let her open. It's rare that the sky is clear, and the palace has been there for many days, and I haven't seen the outside." Xi Yan said lightly.

"Yes, Niang--"

"Uh? What's wrong?" Xi Yan's eyes turned slightly, and Qingsi covered her white cheeks, adding an extraordinarily sick posture.

"The slave-maid is worried that the lady is caught in the cold, after all tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow evening is the evening banquet, right? The palace's dress, can you change it?"

"If you go back to Niangniang, the servant's dress has been repaired, and the slave-maid has just brought it back. Niangniang, do you want to try it now?"

"Yeah." Xi Yan was supported by Yan'er and stood up. Her eyes glanced out of the window again. The woman was holding a pile of snow in her hand and dragging Xuanyuan to pile up another snowman.

That snowman is so small.

It should be a child.

As a concubine, anyone would want a child. After all, it is a kind of dependence.

She was slightly fascinated. At this moment, the red damask on the big snowman was blown up by the wind, and the woman jumped up, and Xuanyuan was afraid that she might slip again, holding her slender waist. When the red silk was seen, she saw that the dazzling red caged her together with Xuanyuan.

Then, Xuanyuan's long, long posture fell, and just like that, he fell down.

Xi Yan shifted his eyes to China, and said softly:

"Close the window, and this palace will try on the dress tonight."

The love outside the window was deep, but she suddenly didn't want to watch it.

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