Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 152 The Secret Nobody Knows (1)

Xiandu nodded, with a firm look in his eyes, he turned and left.

The relationship between Xue Wang and him is also a relationship between subordinates and friends, and their tacit understanding has been perfect for five years.

People often say that Maxima and Bole are the best pair of partners, although it is only a subordinate relationship.

Snow King raised his head again, and looked at the big characters in Yuexuanyuan.
That was the promise I made to You Lanyue, but now it seems so ridiculous and ironic.

If he was asked to choose, he couldn't tell what he would choose.

At the beginning, I agreed to a special marriage, just to win over the Youlan Mansion, but I didn't expect that the matter would happen in their house.

The funny thing is, things keep coming back to square one.

The wind not only blows away the fallen leaves and clouds, but also his thoughts.

He must go back to the palace to see his father now.

The flame under the oil lamp flickered in the gently moving air, as if to light up the whole house.Another example is that a beautiful girl wants to dance out her most glorious life.

We've been sitting here discussing for a while, and I think Yang Ling always avoids talking about something.

Forget it, if he wants to talk, I don't think I need to ask. If it's important, I don't think he won't stop talking.

People are always silent and feel that silence is embarrassing.In fact, silence is also a way of communicating with each other.Some people have said that words are better than words, and I don't think all of us sitting here have done it.

Because I found that we are always sinking, thinking about our own things in the sinking.

Yang Ling wanted to say it, but knowing more about it would not be good for You Lanyue.This is the secret of killing himself, he wants his Yue'er to be happy forever.As long as it was not absolutely necessary, Yang Ling felt that he would not speak up.

"Brother Yang, have you found any clues after so many days?" Qin Yi looked at Yang Ling who had been sinking, gently knocked down the table with his hand, and knocked rhythmically a few times.

The originally suppressed anger dissipated.

Yang Ling turned around to look at his mother on the bed, and bit his lower lip lightly. "I—" He hesitated to speak.

(End of this chapter)