C20

Count Zhong Bo's experience had always been more accurate than that of a weather station. That night, thunder and lightning rumbled outside, and a blizzard crashed down. The temperature dropped by nearly ten degrees, and the eaves began to freeze.

She curled herself into a shrimp and wrapped herself tightly in a quilt. The wind was blowing outside, the swaying branches were knocking against the window paper, and she was trying to imagine some sunny things, such as a spring vacation, a sports event, or …

After tossing and turning for an unknown amount of time, she finally fell asleep. However, her sleep was shallow, and she woke up almost immediately from the cold.

Her lover was very depressed.

In this kind of snowy weather, the quadrennial talent show finally began.

Eli's sister was dressed early in the morning and was carried by a palanquin into the beautiful palace through the side door of the palace. She was chosen by the Emperor Heran.

He Lan Xue then boiled a pot of tea and quietly drank it in the snowy and mottled garden.

His expression was very light, no longer the usual cynical frolicking, no longer the sharpness that his lover occasionally glimpsed. It was a completely unrelated attitude, distant, as if he was isolated from the world.

However, there was a trace of depression between his brows. It was an almost sorrowful depression as he chanted in a low voice, causing his snow-white face to appear exceptionally moving. It was as if a light of reminiscence had been cast over it.

It wasn't until late afternoon that the news finally came from the palace. Three consorts had been appointed: the second daughter of Prime Minister Pei Linpu; the sister of the Imperial Guard Commander Fang Rui; the young lady of the Fang family; and the famous beauty of the Yi family from the capital, Elin.

He Lan Xue's finger lightly stopped at 'Eli' 's name. She then asked lightly, "Is it the empress who presides over the talent show, or …"

"It's the legitimate Imperial Concubine Chen. I heard that the empress is sick and it's inconvenient for her to attend." The person replied.

The paper with the name on it fell to the snow.

Her glass-like eyes were filled with sadness.

"She's still … unwilling?"

When she woke up the next day, she had a pair of panda eyes, and had hardly slept for an incense stick the night before. She had been looking forward to sleep during the day, but from morning onwards, the snow continued to fall, and the girl had to curl up in her room, wrapping her blanket around her and staring out the window at the snow.

It was noon when Eleven brought the dishes over. When he saw his young miss like this, he could already guess what was going on. He immediately pouted and sighed, "If I knew it would turn out like this, why didn't I win the heart of my master?"

The girl raised her eyes and pretended not to hear him. She looked at the box in Eleven's hand and asked excitedly, "Is the food hot or cold today?"

"Cold." Eleven rolled his eyes at her and said, "These are the cold dishes the other consorts chose not to eat." Seeing the rare dejected look on her face, Eleven pretended to sigh and took out two steaming hot steamed buns from his bosom. "I took these from the girls' table. Eat them while they're hot."

She smiled and took two big bites of the steamed buns that still had the temperature of eleven years old. Then, she raised her head and said, "Eleven, you are actually a pretty good person."

"Nonsense!" Eleven glares at her.

She stopped talking, smiled warmly, and continued to nibble on her steamed bun.

In the end, Eleven was still stubborn and soft-spoken.