The princess looked sideways, with a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes.

The two of them had a woven eyes, and the heavy snow was separated by the middle. The cold wind breathed, blurring their eyebrows and eyes, blurring their vision.

I was stunned for a moment.

The young man was in a cold military uniform, his military uniform reflected a cold light, and his slender lips gently curled up a shimmering and soft curve, as if he was hiding a glimmer of light stars, and his smile was precious.

"Your Highness."

He opened his mouth, his voice was low, clear as melting ice and snow, dripping on his heart.

"I'm back."

The princess was obsessed with a blood-red bone umbrella, and the beautiful shadows cast half covered her eyebrows and eyes, and was always calm and arrogant, unfathomable.

The voice came from under the umbrella through the cold wind: "I know."

Half a year.

It seems that everything has changed.

But nothing seems to have changed.

Jinyao really wanted to hold the person he had been thinking about day and night in his arms, but he had just returned from outside and marched overnight against the wind and snow and was covered in cold air to avoid rushing to the princess. He had to take a shower first and change into the military uniform.

In the peach pavilion,

The lamps are stained with light and shadow, illuminating the darkness of the room.

The vase on the pear blossoms and wooden table stands quietly there, two pear blossoms are lingering in love, still blooming in the late night of winter.

Ranbai leaned against the soft couch and held the book in one hand, looking a little lazy and casual, the light and shadow hit her eyebrows and eyes, fading away the coldness of the winter night.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Jin Yao just walked out of the screen and saw such a familiar picture.

It's very similar to the past.

Never changed.

She was the highest regent princess from beginning to end.

It's his god.

"Your Highness." After the young man had just taken a shower, he was wearing a loose snow-covered dress, which made his skin look whiter. At this moment, he rubbed it softly and clingyly. A slender finger easily pulled out the scroll from the princess's hand, and then surrounded the girl's wrist, which was easily grasped by one hand.

He bent down, half-kneeled in front of the princess on one knee, and gently rubbed the back of the girl's hand with a cold and beautiful arc. His movements were very sticky, like a big cat gathered all his minions and acted coquettishly towards his master, then bent his eyes and said softly: "I miss you."

The book he was holding was pulled away by the boy. The princess lowered her eyes and could see the figure half-kneeling in front of her. She was very tall and tall. She would inevitably get a little bloody smell if she had been in the army for more than half a year, but Jin Yao was still as elegant and clean as before, and she was the temperament that made people feel the breeze and bright moon.

The winter snow falls outside the window, and the lights and shadows in the window sway.

The boy's jaw was gently placed on the back of the girl's hand and pressed it down. With a bit of skinny and confusing hardness, Ranbai pulled his hand and didn't pull it out, and he didn't move again.

Just after taking a shower, the boy's body was still stained with a little wetness, lingering with the faint fragrance of pear blossoms. Ranbai raised his other hand, wiped off the mist beads on Jinyao's long eyelashes and melted on his fingertips.

As the girl's movements, Jin Yao's slightly raised eye feathers trembled slightly, but there was no other movement, so he let the princess wipe it obediently.

The princess casually wiped off the drop of water and asked in a low voice: "Is the border good?"

"Everything is fine." The boy's jaw was pillowing on the back of the girl's hand. His movements were a bit unexplained and obedient, like a cat nestled in his owner's arms. Three thousand ink hair was scattered behind him, and several strands fell on the dyed white hands. The interweaving of black and white contrasted with a little bit of bewitching.

"General." The princess chuckled, as if she was happy, but she mixed something that could not be seen through. She lazily curled up the young man's hair, her tone was a bit careless and a bit of fun to make fun of her, "Congratulations."

"Jin Yao dare not take it." The young man raised his eyes slightly and smiled softly, "I have done what your Highness wants."

The city walls parted.

He was the princess for a year.

Now,

But half a year.

Ranbai responded with a lazy voice, laughed and praised, and the gentleness lingered in the cold evil spirits was a bit like an illusion: "Young Master is so amazing."

Her voice sounds nice, naturally cold and shiny, and her lazy tone is even more exciting because of her lazy tone.

The boy whispered in a low voice, his tone was clear: "Can Jinyao offend him once? Can you ask Your Highness for a reward?"

The princess glanced at him slowly and asked casually without any emotion: "What do you want."

Because of the boy's half-kneeling and leaning over, the snow-clothing style was loose, and a small piece of fair skin was exposed at the collar, half of the clavicle was faintly visible, the lines were clear, cold and hard, and the beauty was confusing.

He knelt on one knee, raised his eyes slightly, and smiled at the princess, with tears in his eyes rippling.

The sound of the whistling wind and snow outside the window was mixed with the clear voice of the boy.

"Jinyao wants to accompany Your Highness forever." A light kiss was printed on the back of the princess's hand, like a white feather falling lightly. The long eyelashes half cover the strange and bright red color deep in the young man's eyes. It was sick and dark, but the words were tender and gentle, and the most obsessive and pious, "Be the knife in your hand."

No one would want such a reward.

He willingly surrendered to others and became a sharp and cold-blooded blade in his hand, pointing to others.

"Young Master." Ranbai listened to this, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and smiled casually and thought, "I'm so greedy."

The princess smiled gently, cold and noble: "I am very happy in this palace."

The night wind runs through the courtyard, leaving heavy snow whistling alone.

Tonight is New Year's Eve.

Every household in the capital is brightly lit.

There is a tradition on New Year’s Eve that has been passed down to this day.

"Your Highness, Jinyao will accompany you to eat dumplings. Is it good to stay up to the New Year?" There were stars in his eyes, and his tone was soft when he asked.

Ranbai looked at him, smiling without saying a word.

Jinyao knows the answer.

Princess's Mansion,

In the kitchen.

If it weren't for her young master who wanted to make dumplings himself, Ranbai wouldn't have come here.

She leaned sideways against the edge of the kitchen door, staring at the slender figure of the young man in Xueyi.

The beautiful and neat dumplings leaped up at the boy's fingertips, very clever.

besides,

There are also many dumplings of different shapes, which were deliberately made different expressions by Jin Yao.

The boy's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his fair fingertips pinched the dough, but in just a few seconds, he pinched out a lifelike villain.

Ranbai stared at the little man made of flour and looked at it, his tone of unclear meaning: "This palace?"

Jin Yao nodded with a smile, then pinched out another villain, placed it next to the first villain, and arranged the two villains. The original exquisite face was a bit of flour, which seemed a little childish and pure.

Don't say it,

The two villains really look a bit similar, very similar to her and him.

Ranbai looked at it for a moment, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand with interest, and pinched the hands that were hanging down by the two villains together.

Jinyao looked at the two villains holding hands and smiled.

He picked up the snow-white handkerchief he carried with him, then gently held the girl's hand, lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the flour stained on her fingertips.

The movement is very gentle.

Jinyao has never celebrated his birthday or celebrated the New Year since he was born.
Chapter completed!