Back to the Snow

Chapter 185 The situation is out of control
Along the way, Xueying's face was full of anger, and she didn't say a word.

The brown-clothed boy glanced at the old man beside him, stepped forward and called, "Xue'er, Xue'er?"

Xue Ying waved her hand: "Don't talk to me, let me be quiet."

Seeing that the young man was in a hurry to chase, she suddenly stood still.

Turning around, looking at the boy quietly, he said, "Mu Lan, I know you guys are doing it for my own good. Let me think alone."

After finishing speaking, he tiptoed to the ground, jumped onto the fence next to him, and then flew up to the roof.

That child seemed to be the shadow of the snow, and it blended with the white snow in the world and became one.

In the blink of an eye, that touch of whiteness was hidden in this white silver world.

The two remaining people looked at each other.

The brown-clothed boy took a step forward and asked, "Master, do you believe that Xue'er will..."

Cang Zhe stroked the silver beard, looked at the direction where the snow shadow disappeared, and said: "Three people become a tiger. It depends on how the emperor handles it."

Why, will it have something to do with Princess Kangle?

"Oh." Mu Lan replied faintly, and for some reason also looked in the direction where the whiteness disappeared.

There, vaguely, one could see the footprints in the snow by the wall, as well as the claw-like traces on the high eaves.

Three become tigers!
Couldn't Xue'er escape?

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Imperial Garden, in the plum grove.

In the snow-covered silver wrap, little red plum blossoms are blooming, wantonly competing for beauty, which immediately makes this snow-white world more enthusiastic.

In the beautiful scene of red and white contrasting each other, the pale blue stands gracefully, and the somewhat thin figure looks more and more elegant and unparalleled.

Yes, it is elegant and unparalleled.

Most of the words used to describe women can express the meaning right now.

The winter festival of plum appreciation ended early.

Not long after the emperor left the banquet with all his concubines, the ministers and officials also left one after another.

Only this touch of light blue quietly looked at everything in front of her without stopping the pen in her hand.

Seeing his concentration and the faint smile that never faded from the corner of his mouth, the palace maid couldn't bear to step forward to disturb him.

They would rather watch from a distance and discuss quietly, this young and handsome painter who is famous in the harem.

(End of this chapter)