The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

"Brother, why haven't you seen Yu'er recently?" Zi Yan asked, she could only get close to His Highness the Third Highness if she followed Nangong Yu, now that Luo Wanqing has become a traitor, no one can threaten her anymore.

Jing Ao's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice: "The war started last month, and Jinli was short of troops, so he had to marry another country. The sixth princess has already married the leader of another country."

"What? Is Yu'er married? When did it happen?" Zi Yan was surprised, why didn't she know?

"At that time, the territory of Jinli was chaotic, and it was not appropriate to make a show of extravagance, so we had to keep a low profile. It was getting late, so go back to the house first." Jing Ao said.

In the front hall, Dongfang Lie was sitting on the main seat, looking very energetic, somewhat similar to the expression of Los Angeles on the battlefield.

Jing Ao paid his respects to the elders before taking his seat.

"Just come back, Ao'er, choose a date and let His Highness fulfill the engagement as soon as possible." A gleam flashed in Dongfang Lie's eyes.

"Father, Jinli's political power has been initially determined. His Highness the Third Highness is still young and has no intention of getting married. Daddy, you are overthinking it." Jing Ao replied in a well-behaved manner.

Zi Yan and Qin's complexion changed, they also knew that His Highness the Third Highness didn't like Zi Yan very much, but marriage is the order of parents, and according to the matchmaker, it will be fine after marriage.

"Why is Ziying missing?" Jing Ao asked, Ziying lost her mother and brother in an instant, and it was a heavy blow.

"Fourth sister is sick and still resting." Ziying said with a flickering look, seemingly worried.

Zi Ling lowered her head, the fourth sister lost her mother and brother, the third sister often bullied the fourth sister, and the fourth sister couldn't beat the third sister, so she could only be bullied.

Jing Ao saw some clues, and his heart sank, he thought that Zi Yan would restrain himself, she really did not change her mind!

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In a few days, light snow began to fall in the sky, and the whole Chaoyang City fell into obscurity.

Gentle snowflakes fell on the mountain peaks sporadically, embellishing the peaks more beautifully and beautifully.

The small square of the fortress was covered with a light layer of snow, and no one cleaned it.

There are several heaters in the hall, which are extraordinarily warm, and there is a chess game on the low table.

Wearing a bright red dress, the skirts of his robes were scattered on the white cushions, he was extraordinarily enchanting, playing with the chess pieces in the jar with his white hands, he was thinking hard.

The person on the opposite side was dressed in a light blue dress, with ink-like hair hanging down, a few bundles of hair were pulled up by a transparent jade hairpin, sometimes propping his head lazily, sometimes holding a cup of tea to taste, elegant and peaceful.

"Is this tea good?" Qing Jun looked at her in puzzlement, her eyebrows stretched out, her eyelids drooping slightly, she looked very comfortable, even though there was a deep scar on her left cheek, her expression was still breathtakingly beautiful.

"Not bad." Qiong Ying said, pointing at Su's point, and a sunspot fell.

Hearing that, Qingjun didn't even have the mind to play chess, this tea was only brewed with ordinary snow water, which couldn't compare to the water drawn from milk springs deep in the mountains.

If he guessed correctly, this tea was brewed by Ye Chen, and even the plate of grass-green pastry was made by Ye Chen, the taste was so light that it was almost white.

"No more?" Qiong Ying raised her eyelids.

"If you didn't let me in on purpose, I wouldn't be able to win at all." Qing Jun said frustratedly, and randomly dropped a chess piece, he would lose anyway.

"Hehe, what do you want?" Qiongying smiled.

"Well, how about we go to the mountain to enjoy the snow." Qingjun's eyes lit up, the snow was not too big or too small, it must be beautiful on the mountain.

"Okay." Qiongying took the cloak and put it on.

The two left the main hall, left the fortress, and headed up the mountain.