Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 310 [Even thinking about you is a mistake]

The man walked in the snow for a long time, and the snowflakes gradually floated in the sky, sprinkled on his black hair, but he focused on building a snowman.

"Go to the warehouse to get some women's headdresses and red cloth." Xuanyuan Jiaye squatted in front of the snowman.

After Gan Dong took the order, he hurried to do it. After a while, he came over with the bead ornaments that Chen Lingling had worn.

Xuanyuan Jiaye carefully put hairpins on the female snowman, wrapped it in scarlet cloth, and then fixed the shape of the snowman with true energy.

The snowmen in the shape of a man and a woman were completed in an hour. Xuanyuan Jiaye stood in front of the snowmen and looked at them. After four years, a knowing smile finally appeared on his face.

"No one is allowed to touch them."

After leaving such a sentence, he turned around and entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
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General's House.

Chen Lingling leaned against the window and stared at the snowflakes falling from the sky. They were full and scattered, shrouded in moonlight, becoming brighter and more dazzling, a piece of silvery white, covered in plain silver.

After drinking for three rounds, she still felt cold all over her body, and the more she felt like this, the more painful her heart was, bursts of dull pain.

"Miss, please drink the hangover soup that my servant made for you." Fu Que came in with the soup.

Chen Lingling didn't refuse at all, and waved at her. Fu Que brought it over and she picked it up and drank it.

After drinking, she frowned, "Why is it so sour?"

"Is there?" Fu Que leaned closer and smelled it, "I don't feel sour."

Chen Lingling only felt that water was seeping from her tongue. No one knew that she had lost her sense of taste since she turned gray that night, but she could still judge the taste of food from the reaction of her tongue.

"Forget it if you don't have one." She handed the bowl to Fu Que and waved her hand, "Go and rest."

"Okay." Fuyu nodded.

However, Chen Lingling still glanced suspiciously at the empty bowl, then withdrew her gaze and fell down on the bed.

She let out a heavy breath, lying there defenseless as if liberated, closed her eyes, and felt the flow of true energy in the air.

She found that since she woke up from a three-year coma, she could clearly sense the existence of true energy every time she meditated or lay down with her eyes closed, unlike in the past, even if she felt it, she couldn't use it.

Her head was a little dizzy, a little heavy, and the dull pain in her chest was unbearable, but she didn't make a sound, lying there quietly as if she was asleep.

The candles in the room were extinguished with a flick of her fingertips, and the moonlight poured in, shining straight on the woman's silhouette. A silver light flashed by the corner of the long and narrow eyes, and the silver light flowed slowly, finally disappearing in the In the temples, disappeared.

She felt the heat on her face at the corners of her eyes, squeezed her chest tightly, and clenched her teeth to prevent herself from making a sound, but the dull pain was like a rascal, and the more she tried to control it, the more she couldn't do it.

The scenes of the man's past flashed before Chen Lingling's eyes.

Gentle, smiling, teasing, majestic, and stern, it seemed that all the emotions of the man had been shown in front of her, which made her unforgettable, and even more so, the marrow of hatred.

The dull pain in her chest intensified, and Chen Lingling had no choice but to let herself go and force herself to fall asleep.

There was no sound outside the window, and she lay quietly. After about half an hour, Chen Lingling felt that the pain in her chest eased a lot, but there was still a little pain, but it was not worth mentioning.

She wiped off the sweat from her forehead, stared at the silver light outside the window and sneered, "It turns out that even thinking about you is a mistake."

The snow seemed to have not touched the ground for a long time, and it continued to fall for several days without stopping. The servants could only rush to clean it up during the heavy snow, otherwise it would become too thick and there was no way to deal with it.

　Ah, see you tomorrow!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)