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Yan Han suddenly walked in and was woken up by the sound of footsteps. She was just about to roll over and continue sleeping when her neck twisted and she couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" — her neck was in great pain. Her sleeping posture was too indecent, causing her neck to twist.

When Yan Han saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to massage her hands. He then did a set of hand holding techniques and gave her a massage.

Her lover was so comfortable that he rolled around on the bed. With a slight misstep, he fell under the bed.

Thus, there was that extremely ambiguous conversation that people outside heard.

However, the person in the curtain did not expect that this misunderstanding would be spread out with a speed comparable to the speed of light.

Yan Han reached out his hand and pulled her up from the pedal, allowing her to sit beside him.

"My love, I have something to say to you."

"Ugh, what is it?" She twisted her neck from side to side as she spoke.

Yan Han looked at her in amusement and continued, "In a few days, I will be making a trip to the Ice Country. To participate in the cool and elegant ceremony of the Ice Country's Queen. This matter is important to the Kingdom of Yan, so I cannot not go. "

"Ugh …" Her lover was still tormenting her neck, as if he hadn't heard her words.

Thus, Yan Han lowered his voice and said slowly, "If I participate in that Groom Search Conference, I might be able to marry Leng Yan. Don't you have anything to say? "

"Ah, congratulations." Finally, she stopped, turned around, and looked at him sincerely. "Are you getting married?"

Yan Han's heart chilled slightly. He did not reply, but only looked at her coldly.

But she didn't feel guilty at all. She looked back at him and said softly, "As long as you are willing to do it, there is nothing bad."

Yan Han was silent for a moment, then laughed and said, "Yes, as long as I am willing, you don't have to worry about anything." After a pause, he added, "You will go with me. I've heard that the scenery of Bingguo is extremely beautiful and the snow is always falling. This is the season for flying snow. Get some warm clothes. We might go to many places."

"Alright." "Yes," the woman answered. Then, she suddenly thought of something and raised her head to look at him in astonishment. "You are going to get married. Why do I have to go with you?"

"Because you'll only be with me for the rest of your life." Yan Han said these words in a domineering manner, then laughed heartily and stood up, striding towards the outside of the curtain.

The laughter was clean and grand, without a hint of shadow.

Her lover stared at his back for a long time before she suddenly lowered her head and sighed.

On the road from the Flame Country to the Ice Country, the further north they travelled, the colder the weather became.

Her body was already wrapped in a thick layer of cashmere, and for some reason, she still felt cold. Her lips trembled.

Eleven adds some coal to the stove in the middle. After a few squeaks, the interior of the carriage is suddenly filled with heat.

Relieved, the woman rubbed her buttocks and moved to the fire.

"I really don't know what kind of weather it is. Why is it so cold?" Eleven lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked out at the snow, complaining, "People who live here all year round, don't they grow hair all over their bodies? Otherwise, how can we defend against the cold? "

"Eleven is wrong." A hearty laughter came from outside the carriage. Yan Han, dressed in a black riding suit, spurred his horse to the window, turned his head and smiled, "Ice Country is a famous gathering place for beauties, the people here all have very white skin, big eyes, tall noses, and long, slender bodies. They are all beauties."

Eleven stuck out his tongue and looked at Yan Han on the horse. He couldn't help but ask, "Can the men of Ice Country be compared to His Majesty?"

Yan Han laughed loudly.

Eleven narrowed his eyes and impolitely sized up Yan Han.

The flame on the purplish-red horse was indeed much more heroic and domineering than before. Its clean-cut, chiseled face was a little icy cold because of the cold air, and it was as smooth and clean as a polished rock. Its eyes were a little thin and long, but it matched its entire face well.

It was clearly a very cool and manly face, but he could always see the gentleness from the corner of his mouth.

Eleven of them believed that even if the Ice Country was really all beauties, perhaps they could match up to Yan Han, and they wouldn't be able to count up to three.

In that case, isn't Miss very dangerous?

After Yan Han had urged his horse to leave, Eleven put down the curtain and looked worriedly at his lover, saying, "That Ice Country Queen, could it be that she's shamelessly wanting to marry His Majesty?"

Her lover roasted the fire and replied nonchalantly, "Ugh, it's possible."

"Miss, are you not worried at all?" Eleven asks.

"What are you worried about?" She blankly raised her head and glanced at Eleven. Then, she stretched out her hand to rub the stove and said lightly, "Didn't he want to marry her anyway?"

"Of course not. If His Majesty wants to marry the Ice Country's Queen, why would he bring Miss along?" Eleven couldn't wait to knock that dumb girl's head awake. "Does young miss really not know what His Majesty is thinking about young miss?"

She scratched her head and tilted it to filter out those words.

"Miss!" However, Eleven doesn't want to obey. He pounced over and used both hands to hold her face, shaking it back and forth. "You must cherish your blessings. After this village, there will be no more shops!"

Her lover was shaken by her, and she made a series of strange babbling sounds. By the time Eleven stopped moving, she was already confused and unable to tell which direction was which.

Even so, Eleven refuses to let her go. She glares at her lover and asks, word for word, "My lady, why are you refusing to listen to Your Majesty?"

Even Eleven had heard of the rumors regarding Yan Han and his wife. He was secretly delighted to hear it, but who knew that once he asked her for confirmation, she would give him a disappointing answer.

This fool.

"I'm very obedient to him now." I don't know if she was really stupid or just faking it, but she looked at Eleven innocently, and said carefully, "Whatever he says, I'll do. There's nothing wrong with that, right? "Huh?"

Eleven wants to go crazy.

In fact, she did.

She took her lover's face in her hands again and squeezed her round, baby fat face into a pile. Her upper lip was almost up to her nose, and this time she couldn't even make a squeaking sound.

"Tell me, what are you thinking about? [What is wrong with your majesty? Your majesty is definitely the only one in the world!] Could it be that xiaojie has someone in her heart? "It can't be, Miss still has someone she loves?!" Eleven talks on his own and finally lets go of his wife. She pants and rubs her sore cheeks as she stares at him in a wronged manner.

"Could it be that Miss is still yearning for Young Master Pei?" After thinking for a long time, he guessed that Pei Ruochen was the only one who cared about him.

However, after Pei Ruochen got married, she wouldn't feel too sad — she wouldn't need to be like a jade for him.

"Huh?" Her lover looked at her in confusion, as if he was in a daze.

He thought that he had guessed right and could not help but mutter to himself, "But Young Master Pei has already changed."

"Huh?"

"Ever since Sui Yuan returned, Young Master Pei's personality has changed drastically. I heard that he not only had bad intentions towards Princess Lu, but also had many concubines. Princess Lu was so angry that she returned to the palace. "Also, the Chundi Emperor trusts and dotes on him, he is one of the most powerful officials in the Sky Dynasty right now." Eleven shook his head and said, "He used the power in his hands to do whatever he wanted and ousted more than ten officials. They were all people who disagreed with him. Many people in the capital are very ashamed of his actions. "

Her lover blinked and looked at Eleven in disbelief.

"Therefore, Miss, please don't think about Young Master Pei anymore." Eleven concludes seriously.

"Pei Ruochen …" Her lover read his name to himself, and there was nothing else after that.

Eleven pouted and stopped talking.

On the third day of travel, the carriage suddenly stopped. The guards in front of them were on full alert. They could only hear the rustling of weapons as they surrounded the carriage. When she saw the shadows outside, she lifted the curtain and took a look: first there was a rush of snow, then there were rows of figures behind her, blocking her view.

"Miss," Eleven says from the side, also glancing at her and asking curiously, "Did something happen?"

"Ugh …" Before she could reply, an old and powerful howl came from the front. The woman thought that it sounded familiar, and while she was thinking about it, she heard the man call out: "Madam! My lady! Little Wu is here to save you! "

She laughed and opened the curtains, shouting towards the source of the voice, "Martial Lord!"

Just as she finished speaking, a grey shadow rushed towards the Yi Spirit at an unstoppable speed. The soldiers in front all rushed forward, but were all thrown to the side by the impact. Yan Han, who was leading the horse, quickly turned his horse around and rushed towards the carriage where the Yi Spirit was.

However, Martial Lord was still a step too fast. Her lover only felt a cool breeze brushing against her face as a grey shadow flashed. He was already standing in front of her.

"Madam, are you alright? Did that bastard Yan Zihao bully you?" It was unknown what had befallen Martial Lord. He had already completely treated his wife as his wife. When he looked at her, his expression was one of reverence and admiration.

"He was kind to me." Her lover smiled with narrowed eyes and did not correct him.

Martial Lord looked at her, then suspiciously at Yan Han who was approaching, "Madam, don't be fooled by him. Yan Zihao is not a good guy. "

When Yan Han heard this, his heart stirred as he asked, "How do you know I'm not a good person?"

"Of course I know!" Martial Lord blew his beard and glared as he said with righteous indignation: "That year, if it wasn't for you, Madame and Emperor Wu Shuang wouldn't have turned out like this."

"Because of me?" Yan Han was even more confused. He only knew a few words about the past and never knew the complete story.

"It's you, little one! To sow discord! " The Martial Lord spat at Yan Han, then grabbed his lover's arm and said in a low voice: "Madam, although He Lan Wushuang is not a good person, but at least she is better than this vile person! Little Wu will bring you to He Lan Wushuang to explain everything! "