Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 113
Back at the inn, I asked Yang Ling to change.I told him to forget about the past and get rid of everything related to the past.

When Yang Ling came out of the room, I hardly knew him anymore.The whole body is covered in light green, making it more delicate, elegant and noble.

The originally fair skin was made more transparent by the light green.

I stared blankly at him, as if seeing a stranger.

Seeing You Lanyue, Yang Ling stared straight at himself, not knowing what was going on, and thought it was because the clothes didn't fit.

"Yue'er, doesn't it fit well?" He glanced at You Lanyue lightly, then lowered his head.It was very disturbing.

"No, brother Yangling." I smiled slightly and blinked mischievously. "You are so handsome!"

After hearing my words, his face quickly turned red. "Yue'er really knows how to joke, I'm still me..."

"Okay, let's go." I chuckled and pulled off his clothes.

We chose a beautiful place to commemorate Princess Xilin and buried the plum blossom dagger she used to wear.

It was a very beautiful dagger, it looked like a cold light, like the faint eyes of Princess Xilin.

I hope she can rest in peace like the dagger. In this place with mountains, water, flowers and trees, I hope she can be happy.

The wind in late autumn brings a biting cold, and the fallen leaves turn from green to yellow, and then fly away from the branches.

How much I liked autumn before, because I always thought that the fallen leaves were the streamers dancing on the branches and the falling petals.

It grows for a year only for the coming of autumn, adding a style to the earth.

The fallen leaves are like butterflies just breaking out of their cocoons, which is a symbol of life.

But now, I have a touch of sadness.In ancient times, sister Lin buried flowers, but now I really want to bury leaves!
Su Dongpo's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" slowly sounded in my mind. The phrase "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times." It made my mind rippling.

Compared to Yang Ling, I am more sentimental, obviously I want to persuade him, but I am even more sentimental than him.

"The next step, should we go back to Youlan Mansion?" Yang Ling looked at the withered trees reflected by the lake, and his voice was faintly sad.

(End of this chapter)