Peerless favorite: the first princess

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. "I don't know if the plum blossoms there have caught up with the season and bloomed."

"What did you say?" Without hearing his murmur clearly, Jinghong looked at him sideways and asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, is it cold?" Cang Lan shook her head, looking at her in the snow.The silver-haired red dress and the snow-white behind her set off her picturesquely.

After the things here are over, I don't know if I can rush back to Naluo Kingdom to see the plum blossom garden he planted for her.At that time, I was afraid that I would not be able to catch up, so after filling the pond, I planted plum trees that had already grown into trees. [

Jinghong shook his head, stretched out his hand to pick up a few flakes of falling snow, held it in his palm, and after a while, the snow melted into a drop of ice water.This was her seventh winter here, and it would be seven years before long.

It's been seven years, but it seems like a century.I don't know how the parents in the other world are doing.I don't know when they will find themselves.Recently, she has been paying attention to the computer, more disappointed than hopeful.

"Go back to the house, your body is not fully recovered, it will be bad if you catch the wind and cold." Looking at her distant gaze, Cang Lan didn't know why she felt flustered.The place she looks at seems to be where she really belongs. Does she still want to leave?

"En." Jinghong turned around, walked side by side through the wind and snow together.The red clothes of the two people formed a beautiful scenery in the white snow, like a thick touch of red ink that cannot be melted away...

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"Daddy, Daddy, it's snowing, it's snowing!" In the quiet Luochen Pavilion, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a childish and somewhat excited voice came in.

"Huh?" He raised his head, looked away from the scroll, and looked at a blue figure running towards him, his beloved son.

"It's snowing outside, it's so big, so big, so beautiful!" Nan Yichen's eyes sparkled brightly, and he gestured with his small hands while talking.

"Really?" Nan Chenyu smiled softly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the closed window, what caught his eyes was a vast expanse of white, like the white clothes she often wore.

"Daddy, are you looking at mother?" Nan Yichen walked to the desk, climbed onto his lap and sat down, looked at the paintings on the table, only to find that it wasn't the paintings on the table that belonged to mother, but... dear girl.

The woman in the painting has black hair scattered behind her back like thick ink, and she is wearing a white dress mopping the floor, sitting on a wicker chair, holding a book in her hand and reading with her head half down. Pink primrose petals blown by the wind.It is so graceful and quiet, as if it is not a mortal thing.

"Yichen, is it cold?" Nan Chenyu asked in a low voice while holding his small body in his warm embrace with one hand, pressing his chin against his small head.