Flowers on the other side are blooming for you

Chapter 541
At some point, the moon in the sky disappeared.

Unexpectedly, fine snow began to float, fluttering and fluttering, hitting the gauze lamp, making a soft rustling sound.

A thin layer has been laid on the ground, and there are fluffy ones hanging on the trees.

There are clusters, like the snow-white fluff on some small animals.

She walked around a rockery and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

On the small bridge not far ahead stood a woman in palace dress.

She caressed the railing on the bridge, and looked down at the sparkling water in the river.

There are already some ice floes in the river, and under the candlelight under the bridge, there is a subtle dim light...

Countless fine snows fell into the river, and then disappeared, blending into the sparkling blue waves.

He Yunyan!She came out too?
Ye Xuanji hid in the dark and carefully looked at her face.

But the night was too dark, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

The slim figure stood there, giving people a feeling of bleakness for no reason.

"The breeze shakes the green trees, the fine snow falls in disorder, the mist turns with the wind, the steps condense like floating dust, the willows and green trees are not seen, and there are only branches full of silver..."

A voice suddenly sounded from not far away.

A young man walked over slowly.

Ye Xuanji sighed secretly.

It was so lively now, Mo Yuncong actually slipped out...

I didn't expect that he would recite poems in a sour way...

Ye Xuanji is very amateurish about poetry.

I don't know whether this poem is good or not, but it is quite appropriate to say it.

"Ding!" With a sound, He Yunyan didn't know what was in his hand and fell into the river.

She slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of Mo Yuncong.

Her figure was hidden in the shadow of the lamp, and Ye Xuanji couldn't see her facial expression clearly.

All I saw was her nodded faintly: "An Lehou."

The sound is light and soft, without any fluctuations.

Mo Yuncong stood in the fluttering fine snow, staring at He Yunyan steadfastly.

(End of this chapter)