Chapter 925

He is colder than snow.

He is more beautiful than red plum.

He is a man who has lost his God and heart just by looking at him.

Hua Yong's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he bent down and said, "Your Highness, your highness."

Pirantin came to his senses.

Her wanton manner suddenly became embarrassed.

"King Lin'an You don't have to be polite. " The way she talked.

Hua Yong said with a smile, "is your highness also here to enjoy Mei?"

Enjoy the plum?

Bi Lanting quickly looked up at the people in front of him, and then looked at the several red branches on his head, as if to appreciate the beauty of the red plum.

As expected, they still stay in this branch, to show more gorgeous style?

Billington nodded, "well, yes."

But God was clearly not on her side.

As soon as she finished saying this, the palace people who had been instructed by her to change a crystal vase rushed over with the vase.

"Your Highness, your highness, what do you think of the crystal vase? It should be nice with red plums. "

Blanding: --

Her face is a little hot.

I just said that I was here to enjoy the plum blossom. In the twinkling of an eye, I brought a vase and asked for a hot hand to destroy the flowers.

She was ashamed of herself.

Bi Lanting lowered his head and didn't know what to say. He felt that Lin'an Jun's eyes fell on him.

She became more and more nervous.

There was a chuckle on top of his head.

"Did your royal highness come to fold some red plums?"

Bi Lanting raised his head in a hurry. Just as he wanted to say that he didn't want it now, Hua Yong said, "it's snowy here. Let Lin'an do it for you."

The words of rejection lingered between the lips and teeth, and could no longer speak.

She raised her head and watched him reach for a flower in front of it.

Because of this movement, the sleeve slipped, revealing a thin and powerful forearm.

Her skin was as white as jade. She was dazzled by the black plum branches.

By the time bilanting came back to her, Hua Yong had already come to her with several red plums in her arms.

"Your Highness, your red plum." He held out his hand.

With his movement, the faint and cold fragrance came towards bilianting.

Looking at that bony slender hand handed over the red plum, smelling if there is no faint plum fragrance.

There is only one sentence in his mind:

there are bandits and gentlemen, such as jade.

Simple hand twigs, dark fragrance full sleeve.

……

When Hua Yong returned to Jianjia palace, a Zhao was already in the palace.

When he came back, a Zhao met him.

Hua Yong's hand was stuffed with a stove.

"Did you go to Meiyuan? On such a cold day, you should put on an extra cloak

A Zhao touched Hua Yong's hand and was relieved to see that it was not very cold.

Hua Yong was stiff for a moment.

He put down the stove, took off his cloak, went to the inner room, washed his hands carefully, and then came out.

A Zhao is surprised: "how did you wash your hands specially?"

Hua Yong said in a low voice, "my hands are dirty by accident."

Ah Zhao didn't care, and he talked about his family.

Hua Yong suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, I've been here for two years, and I'm the only child under my mother's knee. Can I..."

After a pause, he suddenly stopped speaking and only looked at a Zhao.

She understood what he meant.

Ah Zhao does understand.

He wants to go back to summer.

But

A Zhao frowns, according to the plot, this is the time of the summer civil strife.

He was exiled in the past, and now he has become an abandoned son of the empress Zhu que. If he returns suddenly, he will not be welcomed.