Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1912

"Master Zhuo..."

The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time. This tacit understanding made Bei Hui's ears turn red, and Zhuo Qiran also coughed uncomfortably.

"You speak first." They said in unison again.

For a moment, the room fell into a subtle silence. Bei Hui finally couldn't stand the stagnant atmosphere anymore, so she walked over and pushed open the carved wooden window.

In an instant, the flying snow, wrapped in the cold, rolled into the warm room, but also brought in the cool fragrance of plum blossoms outside.

The snow fell silently, making the beating of the two hearts even more audible.

Bei Hui stood in front of the window, letting the fine snow and the cold wind wet her temples. She turned her back and spoke, "Master Zhuo." Her voice was very soft, "Bei Hui has gone astray these days."

A tear suddenly fell, leaving a faint mark on her clothes. "Thanks to your enlightenment today, I finally understand..." She choked up a little, "I understand why you rejected me so many times. It's because I was too proud and had evil intentions."

Zhuo Qiran was secretly hesitating about how to confess his true feelings to Bei Hui. Although he was proficient in poison and poison, he always kept the bottom line of a benevolent doctor and never used those shady means easily.

Unexpectedly, Bei Hui had figured it out herself. He felt relieved and just as he was about to show some joy in his eyes, he saw the girl suddenly turn around -

Under the reflection of the falling snow, her cheeks were still wet with tears, like pear blossoms in the rain, "If Lord Zhuo wants to cancel the engagement, Bei Hui will have no complaints."

After saying that, he ran away.

Ran away! Zhuo Qiran uttered two words in his throat, "Bei Hui!"

But how could he keep the girl's figure? He stood there in a daze, and suddenly felt that the plum blossoms outside the window were not as scorching as the tear just now.

Zhuo Qiran slowly cleaned up the spilled tea in the cup, then walked to the place where Bei Hui had just stood, and looked out the window at the snowy scene.

There, the faint fragrance left by the girl still lingered. He stroked the window frame with his fingertips, suddenly chuckled, and raised his hand to close the carved wooden window.

He turned around and changed into an indigo-colored gown, and his fingertips paused slightly as he tied the jade belt - Bei Hui said that day that this color complemented his white hair.

He straightened his clothes and tied his hair, and went to talk to Bei Hui.

He found Bei Hui and stood with her under a plum tree.

He said, "Zhuo, I am still alive with my crippled body, I dare not miss the beauty's youth. Since the girl has favored me, Zhuo will never break his promise in this life."

Bei Hui looked at the other person's snow-white hair, and for the first time, she felt a kind of heartache and sadness from the bottom of her heart, fearing that he was no longer in this world.

She was stunned, "Master Zhuo won't cancel the engagement?"

Zhuo Qiran replied, "I will never retreat even if I die."

"What nonsense!" Bei Hui was so angry that she tried to cover his mouth. Her fingertips touched his slightly cold lips and then retracted as if burned. "What are you talking about? It's unlucky. Don't say such unlucky words in the future."

"Then don't mention breaking off the engagement again, girl." Zhuo Qiran took the opportunity to grab her wrist, his palm burning, "Bei Hui, I never thought of letting go."

Snow fell into her eyes, melting into warm water light. Bei Hui suddenly straightened her clothes and bowed as she did when they first met. "If I make a mistake in the future..."

"We'll correct each other for the rest of our lives." He interrupted and returned the greeting solemnly.

After the ceremony, Bei Hui took out a string of Buddhist beads with agarwood from her sleeve. The dark brown beads shone with a warm light in her palm.

She handed it over, "For you."