Chapter 2971: Jinghong Step by Step: The Family of Emperors Who Have Been in Love Since Ancient Times (One Hundred and Twelve)

He walked to the rabbit lamp that had been thrown far and far away, and was blown away by the north wind, then leaned over, half-knelt in the snow, and held out his hand again without saying a word.

The sky was snowing and snowing, there was no one around, and there was only King Jin in the vast world.

only this time,

He just let go of his disguise a little.

Mo Liyan held it, and even he didn't even notice it, he wiped it up like a treasure, as if he was dealing with a fragile item that was priceless and hard to find.

I wiped it very carefully and seriously, and I didn't want to let go even a little bit. It seemed that I wanted to wipe off all the snow and ice like before.

But no matter how much he wiped it, he couldn't wipe it off. He moved eagerly, his fingertips trembled, and his knuckles were white and blue against the background of the snow.

The heavy snow fell from the sky, and King Jin was all alone in the snow, and he kept wiping it like that. The more he looked at the lantern, the more flustered he became.

Obviously I didn't have such emotions just now, but the more I think about it now, the more I wipe it, the more a blood hole is silently torn open from the depths of the calm and indifferent atrium, and cold wind is poured into it, and the internal organs seem to be covered with thin ice. With every heartbeat and breath, the thin ice shattered inch by inch, and the ice slag splashed out, stabbing the heart to the bone, dripping with blood.

Mo Liyan didn't understand why he did this,

It was only a lamp that was obviously thrown away.

Why was he so overwhelmed that he lost all his usual calm, wisdom, sharpness, and demeanor.

panicked,

Unspeakable panic.

It was as if it wasn't a lantern that was thrown away, but other very important things.

It also seems that it is not the ice and snow on the lantern that cannot be wiped off, but the cracks that penetrate deep into the bones.

It was so stuck in my heart that it was hard to breathe.

A heart seemed to be firmly held by an invisible hand, constantly clenching it, playing with it in the palm of the hand, the pain was heavy and suffocating, and finally it was torn to pieces.

At the end,

Mo Liyan stood up silently holding the lamp, the wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the rustling fell, which could drown people.

He didn't leave, but took the lamp he made by himself, stood outside the mansion all night, and waited all night.

Did not wait for the whitening.

This is the first time he solemnly prepared a New Year's gift, but in the end it was nothing but absurdity.

But this light

Mo Liyan took it back without throwing it away.

It has probably become the only thing that is out of place in King Jin's mansion.

After the first day of the new year,

It is the first day of the new year, and the Lantern Festival is not far away.

Every house is decorated with lanterns, and the world is full of fireworks.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it will never stop. The dead branches and leaves are swaying from side to side by the strong wind, as if they will be knocked to the ground in the next second.

The entire Chujing city was completely covered with ice and snow.

"Actually, that lamp...it's pretty." Xie Jinshu said to Ranbai.

"Really." The reaction of dyeing white seemed very normal, and even the tone was light: "It's quite boring."

Xie Jinshu smiled, knowing that Ranbai didn't take it to heart, so he didn't speak again.

"Don't talk about this, can you do it?" Ranbai leaned on the side, frowned slightly, and urged in a cold voice impatiently.

Xie Jinshu: "...don't rush, it's my first time too!"

"Do you know how?"

"Who said that this young master can't? Look at it."

"Tsk."

The young man, dressed in white as snow, stood in the kitchen of the mansion at this moment, paused for almost half an hour, and hardly did anything.

Xie Jinshu only felt a headache, and Xie Gongzi, who has always been almighty, suddenly felt that it was very difficult to have things in this world.

For example cooking.

As for dyeing white, I just felt that Xie Jinshu was idle and had to cook by himself, but he couldn't do anything.

Another half an hour passed,

When I come back to the kitchen to look at it, I can't stand it anymore.

The girl in red was expressionless, walked in a few steps with a cold and delicate face, and stared at the various vegetables, fruits and meats on display, but couldn't see why.

So in order to avoid trouble, she reached out and scooped up a large amount, and threw these things into the pot without saying a word.

Xie Jinshu was stunned.

He paused strangely for a second or two: "Is that what you do?"

Ranbai looked sideways and looked at him coldly, "Is there a problem?"

"My son just doesn't feel too... not too delicate." Xie Jinshu pondered for a while, then looked at the girl's deep peach eyes that were cold, and then chuckled: "But it's a good way."

He praised: "Princess is smart."

Then,

After a quarter of an hour,

Thick smoke billowed from the kitchen, the air was filled with white mist, and the sound of "Zizzizi" was snorting, making it extremely choking.

The two of them quickly ran out of the kitchen.

It was so choking, Yanbai coughed several times, and stared coldly at the kitchen that was still full of smoke. His sight seemed to be able to shoot out a peach blossom ice rain, and finally came to a conclusion: "There is definitely something wrong with this kitchen. ."

She didn't feel there was anything wrong with her approach.

Obviously correct.

Xie Jinshu found the handkerchief at the first time, sighed lowly, and approached with frowned, wanting to wipe his face with dyed white, his voice was clear and gentle: "Yes, there is a problem in the kitchen."

Dianbai staggered, took the handkerchief, and said coldly, "No, I'll do it myself."

There was a smile on Xie Jinshu's lips, but he just stepped back and took a few steps, without forcing it.

After dyeing and wiping her face, she still felt that the clothes were smoked. Her usual cleanliness made her want to take a shower now, and then threw the clothes away.

Then before going back, Ranbai Yinqing thought for a while, and finally said to Xie Jinshu, "The kitchen is demolished and rebuilt."

Xie Jinshu: "..."

He nodded solemnly, his brows clear and serene.

It's closed, I want to laugh.

sorry,

The host is really, the cooking skills have not improved at all.

Feng Luo suddenly thought,

If these two are together...

A host who is arrogant and never goes to the kitchen, who knows everything except cooking.

A pampered gentleman who doesn't touch his fingers and knows nothing about cooking.

When the two of them got together, what would they do if no one was there? !

When I think about Fengluo, I want to laugh.

By the time he came out after taking a bath, the sky was already dark.

Like a drop of ink silently infiltrating the water, dyeing everything into darkness, a conspiracy is silently brewing in it, and a net is slowly woven.

Night fell, and it was dark.

The snow is flying, I do not know tired, fluttering. There were ups and downs, but the thoughts that flowed out inexplicably were frozen and submerged...

"Let's go." Xie Jinshu changed his clothes and stayed outside, watching Dianbai come out, "Let's go out to eat together."