After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

The incense burned out, and the moonlight shone through the window onto her face. Her long black hair flowed down the young man's strong chest, entwined with his, inseparable.

A blush appeared on her originally fair face, which looked beautiful and solemn.

Only after the pain has subsided do I realize what it means that husband and wife are one.

How magical it is that two people are so compatible both in spirit and in body.

She closed her eyes and lay on his chest. He kissed her slightly wet hair and asked gently, "Does it hurt?"

Song Nihuan nodded.

She was really surprised when he took her hand and held it.

...How painful that would be.

It seems that Mrs. Wei and the others' worries are completely unnecessary.

But seeing him lose his gentleness and unable to control himself when he was moved, I felt a kind of secret joy as if I was dragging a god off the altar.

She is in pain, and would rather suffer the pain herself than be willing to give.

Xie Yunji hugged her tightly, their two young bodies pressed together, without restraining the desire in their bodies, greedily absorbing each other's warmth. His tone was apologetic: "I was too presumptuous just now."

There is a deep desire hidden under the long eyelashes.

She said nothing, and gently kissed his beautiful eyes, "So...are you happy?"

"Of course." He had a satisfied smile between his eyebrows, full of romanticism, "Where does it hurt? Let me apply medicine for you."

"Oh, you!..." Her face turned red again, and she rolled off him and hid in the bed. He chased after her and held her ankle, "Let me see."

Her body bumped against the carved bed frame. A blushing voice came from the tent. He whispered softly in her ear: "Ni Huan..."

She somehow felt that he was calling her, the real her.

His hand covered hers, their fingers intertwined, and the bed curtains shook for a long time...

The snow-white Yuanpa was dotted with red plum blossoms and slid silently onto the shiny footrest.

He and she finally became husband and wife.

*

On New Year's Eve of the 31st year of Dazhao, it snowed heavily.

This year, the Xie family in Yunjing had a young lady.

Molan and Linglong happily received the New Year's lucky bags from the housekeeper, and then took out the red envelopes given to them by Xie Yunji and weighed them together. Suddenly, there was a bang in the night sky and fireworks all over the sky. They looked up at the dazzling fireworks that almost covered the entire night sky, and laughed with joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Linglong poked Molan's shoulder. Molan looked in the direction she was looking and saw the young master and the young lady snuggling together like a golden boy and a jade girl under the fireworks. The young master wanted to kiss the young lady, but the young lady hid her face in the young master's neck and giggled. In the end, the young master pinched her chin and kissed her hard.

Linglong covered her mouth and laughed, and Molan also laughed.

This year, the north suffered a snowstorm that was rare in a decade. The snow in Yumen in the northern border was so heavy that it was enough to bury people.

No one remembers when the snow started falling, and no one knows when it will stop.

The desolate land beyond the Great Wall turned into a pale snowfield, quiet and desperate.

There was only the sound of falling snow and the suppressed gasps buried under the heavy snow.

The blood dyed the white snow red little by little. Xie Tan bit open the blood vessel on his wrist and stuffed the blood into the mouth of the dying prince.

Many people were hidden under the thick snow. Some of them had frozen to death, and those who were still alive did not dare to move at all, they were so cold and stiff.

I actually had the illusion that I was dead.

His Highness Xiao Xuan did not expect that this war would last so long. The enemy country in the north repeatedly invaded the border Yumen, burning, killing, looting and committing all kinds of atrocities. The emperor finally couldn't bear it anymore and sent a general to fight.

It's not that there are not enough brave generals in the court, nor does it mean that the prince must lead the army in person. It's just that Xiao Xuan knows that his father will soon appoint a crown prince. His mother's family is far less prominent than the Jingguo Mansion, the mother's family of the sixth prince Xiao Shen. If he wants to stand out among the candidates for crown prince, going to the frontier to gain military exploits is the best choice.

The enemy country invading at this time was like someone handing you a pillow when you were sleepy. Xiao Xuan asked for a fight without hesitation, and the emperor agreed without hesitation.

Xie Tan thought so too.

Ever since Xie Tan narrowly escaped from the assassins sent by Xie Yunji, he had a clearer and clearer idea of ​​his future path and the overall picture of his life.

Civil servants are promoted slowly. If one wants to ascend to the throne and become a prime minister, even if one is fast, one has to endure for decades. Moreover, no matter how fast one is, can one be faster than Xie Yunji, the top scholar who won the top three honors in the imperial examination?

Military generals are different. As long as they are brave and lucky, it is only a matter of time before they make achievements. Once they have made achievements, they will be rewarded according to their merits. There is no intrigue or conspiracy like the civil officials. It is fair.

Xie Tan took the jade ring and found the place where the noble lady was written on his mother's suicide note. The noble lady read the letter and the jade ring with the word "Xi Zheng" engraved on it but with one stroke missing. After a moment of silence, she told him to wait in the flower hall. When the sun was setting, the noble lady came hurriedly and asked him what he wanted.

He was clear-headed and said, "I want to serve my country in the military."

Isn't this just what he wanted? The person in the palace thought the same thing. The most dangerous place is the safest.

If you are thrown into the army and can fight, you will be invaluable in the future. If you are mediocre...

The aging emperor had been in war all his life, and in his later years he loved his son even more, let alone this son who had been lost and found again. The emperor didn't say anything, but the eunuch already understood what he meant. If he was mediocre, the emperor would not want his son to die and wanted him to live.

Sending him to join the Northern Army shows that his parents love their son and have long-term plans for him.

He understands, he understands.

"It so happens that the war in the North is tense and they are looking for manpower. Are you willing to serve in the Northern Army?" The nobleman's voice was a little shrill, and he sounded like a eunuch in the palace.

The sickly white-haired young man nodded heavily.

……

This was the first New Year's Eve that the eldest prince Xiao Xuan spent outside the palace.

It has been almost a year since I came to the North, and the war has been at a stalemate.

Two days ago, I was forced into a valley by the enemy and had to hide in order to stay alive.

No place to hide? Fortunately, it snowed heavily. In just one night, the people were buried in the snow and became one with the vast snowfield.

If they just wait for the enemy to leave, they can survive and join up with the main force.

Xiao Xuan didn't know when he was injured. The cold chrome of his armor hurt, and his ribs seemed to be stuck on the iron.

He hadn't had a drop of water for two days and two nights, and the blood that flowed out quickly froze. He could feel his life slipping away bit by bit, and he could hardly hold on any longer.

In a trance, Xiao Xuan seemed to see the magnificent Yunjing with brilliant lights. A New Year's Eve banquet was being held in the palace, with nobles and beauties coming and going, toasting each other.

There was a man sitting on the platform. He was tall and thin. He was not his father!

Who is it?! Is it my sixth brother Xiao Shen!?

He opened his eyes hard, trying to see more clearly who was sitting on the throne. The scene in front of him became blurry, then clear, and gradually turned into a face with eyes slightly closed.

Handsome, pale, and somewhat similar to him.

It turns out...it's not in the imperial capital.

Still on this snowy field that is as pale and hopeless as a nightmare.

Xiao Xuan looked closely and saw that the young man beside him had white hair blending into the snow, and he was lying in the snow motionless, very quietly.

In the lonely world, that blood-spattered face had a kind of weird and creepy beauty, and he didn't look like a living person. But the snow would melt when it fell on his face, which meant he was still alive.

The white-haired young man very slowly moved his bleeding wrist to his mouth.

Only a small amount of blood was flowing from his wrist. It was so cold that the blood froze on the wound as soon as it flowed out.

The white-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were dark and deep like an ancient well that could suck in a person's soul.

He opened his cracked mouth and silently said to him, "If you want to live, drink."