Empress is His Majesty's White Moonlight

Chapter 302 If a pot of ink is spilled on the snow
"Little fierce sister?" He called her again.

She slowly looked away, looked at Yan Xiaodai's innocence, and asked as if she had never heard of it before, "Is Xue pretty?"

Her voice was dry, if it wasn't for being close, it would be inaudible.

Yan Xiaodai nodded, looked at the fluttering snowflakes, and happily raised the corners of his mouth: "It's beautiful, every winter, my favorite thing is to play with snow."

She smiled slightly, and also looked at Snow Flower, the feather-like snow had slowly covered the place where Yan Xiao fell when she came.

The two sat like this for a while, Yan Xiaowai looked at the snow that was getting bigger and bigger, and wiped the snowflakes on the fur coat for her, reminding her in a low voice, "Go back, come out to see it tomorrow, it's too cold .”

The cool wind messed up the strands of fine hair on Bai Yijiu's forehead, and made her drowsy. She murmured in a daze, "If a pot of ink is splashed on the snow, will that snowflake be impure forever? ?”

"Ink?" Yan Xiaowai subconsciously said as he thought about the scene, "I guess not."

She looked up at him: "Why?"

Yan Xiaodai said seriously: "Snow is pure in the first place, and no amount of ink can cover up its own cleanliness. Besides, snowflakes are always floating around. Even if it was dirty at that time, the snowflakes behind will still be so clean. Pure!"

Later, Yan Xiaodai couldn't remember how little fierce sister answered him at that time.

He only remembered that his elder sister's eyes seemed to have been polished by snowflakes at that time, and her pupils were extremely clear.

Seven days later.

"What did you say?!" Mu Yunhe stood up from the bench in shock, panic exploded in his eyes, and there was a bit of longing, "Where is she, how similar you are, tell me quickly, my child!" Daddy, how alike you two are!"

Fuling almost choked to death when she took a bite of the orange, coughed slightly, cleared her throat and said, "Why are you so excited, could it be that girl is your child who lives outside?"

Mu Yunhe's hands were trembling, his chest was heaving violently, he held Fuling's shoulders and looked at her nervously, he stammered: "Where...where is she, where is that child!"

Only then did Fu Ling become serious, and all the oranges in her hand fell on the carpet, and she looked at Mu Yunhe in disbelief: "In Heyuzhai, Dad, you—"

Before Fu Ling finished speaking, Mu Yunhe left in a hurry, with anxious sparks in his eyes when he left.

Fu Ling followed in a hurry, but by chance, she bumped into Jun Beicheng's hard shoulder at the door, and she burst into tears from the pain.

Fu Ling touched the tip of her nose that was bumped red, gasped and hit his shoulder, complaining: "Why is it so hard, are you made of iron?"

Jun Beicheng was amused by her words, and pulled her shoulders to comfort the furry kitten: "Is it made of iron, girl, didn't you know very well last night?"

Fu Ling stepped on his foot resentfully, quickly grabbed the token from his waist, and ran out at a faster speed.

These days, Jun Beicheng has become thick-skinned, bullying her with a small token, and hanging it on his body to whet her appetite.

Xia Yan looked at the childlike behavior of the empress, and laughed backwards and forwards. After meeting Jun Beicheng's cold gaze, he immediately stopped his expression: "Your Majesty, why don't you send someone to stop at the gate of the palace?"

Jun Beicheng watched Fuling's back disappear into the corner of Longgan Palace, his heart was itchy as if being scratched by a feather, he touched the tip of his nose, and smiled faintly: "Forget it, let her make trouble, you let Qingxue follow her."

Xia Yan knew that the emperor couldn't beat the empress, so she nodded gloatingly: "Okay!"

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(End of this chapter)