Ghost doctor: Princess please come to the throne

Chapter 785 Every word cuts out the heart!

Chapter 785: Every word cuts out the heart!

So now the problem comes around again!
God, who can tell her, what should she do?

How on earth should she open this mouth, so as not to hurt Xue Yi, nor hurt the relationship between the two races!

Ling Xiyue was in a state of confusion, and was about to close the door to rest, when she reached the door and stretched out her hand, she saw Nalan Xueyi's figure appearing far outside the yard.

In the light of the moonlight, it looks like a lonely shadow of snow, and the jade is flawless, like a god in the moon palace. Nalan Xueyi's figure is very recognizable. A few tens of meters away, even in the middle of the night, he seems to have a faint glow all over his body. The halo and firefly can be recognized at a glance.

Soon, Nalan Xueyi arrived at His Highness Hanguang, walking a little faster than usual, "Yue'er..."

"Snow clothes?" Ling Xiyue was slightly surprised, and stepped out of the palace door.

Xue Yi is here so late, is there anything urgent?
Doesn't he still have a lot to do?

Nalan Xueyi came to Ling Xiyue, her eyes were slightly dark, and she seemed to have a slight nervousness, sinking in the depths of her black pupils, but her voice was still soft, "I listened to the disciple's letter from the guards outside the hall, Did Qingyu just come here?"

Ling Xiyue understood, and then smiled as if nothing had happened, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Nalan Xueyi stared deeply at the girl in front of her, and said with thin lips, "If she said something, don't take it to heart."

"What? She didn't say anything." Ling Xiyue smiled brightly and blinked lightly, "She just came here to ask if there is anything I need, in case I missed something, um, a very enthusiastic girl, I am very happy Liking her is a way of expressing welcome, a little bit more special than others."

Ling Xiyue doesn't have the habit of making "small reports", and she doesn't like to bring those things up on the table.

Most importantly, she didn't want to add burden and trouble to Nalan Xueyi.

But she is indeed very "enthusiastic", she didn't lie at all...

"That's all?" Nalan Xueyi looked at Ling Xiyue's expression.

Ling Xiyue said "um" very seriously, "Otherwise, is there anything else?"

"It's nothing." Nalan Xueyi shook his head, then smiled, and stared deeply at the girl in front of him, "It's just Yue'er, no matter what happens in the future, don't treat me as an outsider. If you have any grievances or needs, you can do it." Tell me that I will always be by your side."

Ling Xiyue closed her heart gently, "Xueyi..."

Such a good snow suit, if she had no choice but to let her down, how could she be willing to let her down?

But for some reason, she always had a feeling that Xue Yi was explaining something, and his words were not only aimed at what happened tonight.

Nalan Xueyi gently raised his eyebrows, as if fascinated by the moonlight, he slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to smooth out the wind-blown hair at the girl's temples, but as soon as the hand was stretched out in the air, Suddenly stopped.

Yuzhi curled up slightly, and he withdrew his hand with a slight smile, "Okay, rest early, I still have some things to deal with, so I won't stay any longer."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes lightly, his thick eyelashes covered the sadness in his black pupils, and turned away without looking back.

Looking at the back of Nalan Xueyi walking away lonely, Ling Xiyue lost her mind again.

She really wanted to stop him, but she knew that she couldn't do it.

Everything was quietly submerged in the boundless night.

There is so much helplessness in this world.

It's like a reincarnation, some people are obsessed with life, some part with pain, some love but don't know it, some people can't ask for it, everyone is trapped in their own world and can't get rid of it, but even if some people have experienced it all their lives, they still can't see it through.

This is probably the taste of life.

In the last night, heavy snowflakes flew up in the extreme northern snow region, like goose feathers and light feathers, flying catkins all over the sky.

In less than half an hour, the original ice and snow melted, and the Ice Palace and the halls with traces of outlines were once again covered by the white snow, as if they were integrated with the entire snow area and hidden in the ice and snow.

Ling Xiyue lay on the big bed as soft as snow, but kept her eyes open, unable to fall asleep.

With the faint luster of the moonlight, I looked at the heavy snow flying outside the window.

In her eyes, there is worry that cannot be concealed...

In the boundless snowy night, some people did not sleep peacefully.

In a corner of the Immortal Palace of Retirement, the Hall of Phoenix Feathers.

A dark blue light, like a flame, flashed from the corner of the slightly open window.

The Fengyu Palace seemed to be swallowed by darkness, except for a glazed lamp placed on the corners of the ancient table carved from white jade. The faint blue light was a night pearl placed in the glazed lamp. issued on

Nalan Xueyi was sitting behind the table, holding a jade pen, and slowly falling on the snow-white rice paper.

His whole body was shrouded in darkness and shadows, only half of his side face was illuminated by the faint light of the glazed lamp, reflecting the ice-silent outline, there was no superfluous expression at this time, it was completely indifferent.

But if you look closely at his eyes, you can clearly see that heavy snow is flying in the man's eyes, like frost falling.

He was in a daze, like a puppet without a soul, writing on the paper.

Every stroke seems to overdraw all the strength in his body.

Those who are familiar with him know that Nalan Xueyi's handwriting was originally strong and powerful, but also elegant and elegant. It is rare in the world to swim dragons and dance phoenixes. Did it come from him?
It seems that it was written intermittently with trembling hands, and it was added and corrected.

Those three words, which couldn't be simpler, were like an unbridgeable gap in front of Nalan Xueyi's body, which made him afraid and timid, and once he took a look, he couldn't help but feel like retreating.

Nalan Xueyi slowly closed her eyes, and slowly grasped the piece of rice paper with her well-built hand. That hand was whiter than the paper on the desk, and you could almost see the faint blue veins floating and trembling under the skin.

Little by little, he hugged it into a messy ball, and finally threw it away with a flick of his sleeves.

It turned out that what was sprinkled all over the place around the table was not the moonlight, nor the lights of the glass and jade lamps, but a field of snow-white rice paper, some lumps or broken... almost every piece of paper ended at the third word.

Seal writing: "book"

The silvery snow light from outside the window fell on the pitch-black words, which was extremely dazzling.

Nalan Xueyi never knew that one day, these three short and common words would become a sword that would take his lifeline, and he had to hold it by himself, one knife at a time, to keep his extravagant hope in his heart. That person, gouged out bit by bit.

After he finished writing, he has nothing to do with that person ever since.

Nalan Xueyi didn't know how much time he spent, how many words he used, and how many times he wrote it repeatedly.

When he finally picked up his pen, the sky had changed from night to day, but it was a cloudy sky, and the light couldn't break through the accumulated clouds, so that he couldn't see much light on this extreme north.

(End of this chapter)