C20
Count Zhong Bo's experience was always more accurate than the weather station's. That night, lightning and thunder roared outside, and snow crashed down from the sky with a loud bang, causing the temperature to drop by nearly ten degrees. The roof started to freeze, and Yi Ren felt very cold.
She curled herself into a shrimp and wrapped herself tightly in a quilt. The wind was blowing outside, the branches that were swaying about knocked on the window. Yi Ren tried her best to imagine some bright and beautiful things, such as the spring vacation, sports events, etc.
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.
Yi Ren was very gloomy.
In this kind of snowy weather, the quadrennial talent show finally began.
Yi Ren's older sister, Yi Lin, was already dressed early in the morning and was being carried by a green cloth sedan from the side entrance of the palace into the beautiful storage palace to be selected by the Emperor of the Sky Dynasty, Helan Chun.
Helan Xue then boiled a pot of tea and quietly drank it in the snow mottled garden.
His expression was very calm, no longer had his usual playful and disrespectful attitude, nor was it as sharp as Yi Ren's occasional glimpses of him. It was an attitude that had nothing to do with him, as though 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 was only until the evening when the news finally came. There were three people chosen as Imperial Consort: Prime Minister Pei Linpu's second daughter, Pei Ruolan; Imperial Guard Commander Fang Rui's younger sister, Fang Rou; and the great beauty whose Yi Family had spread throughout the capital, Yi Ren's older sister, Yi Lin.
Helan Xue's finger lightly stopped at the name 'Yi Lin' before pausing for a moment. Then, he lightly asked.
"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.
Thus, Helan Xue's finger slid down, and the paper with his name written on it also fell into the snow.
Her glass-like eyes were filled with sadness.
"She's still ? unwilling?"
When she woke up the next day, Yi Ren for the first time ever had two panda eyes on her. Last night, she almost didn't sleep until the time it took to burn a stick of incense, hoping that she would come during the day to catch up on her sleep.
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?"
Yi Ren raised her eyes, treating it as though she did not hear anything, she only looked at the food in Eleven's hand, and asked excitedly: Is today's food hot or cold?
"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 Yi Ren's face, Eleven pretended to sigh and took out two steaming hot steamed buns from his bosom. "I took this from the girls' table, let's eat while it's hot."
Yi Ren laughed and reached out to pinch the two steamed buns that still had the temperature of eleven years and took two big bites. Then, she raised her head and said, "Eleven, you are actually a pretty good person."
"Nonsense!" Eleven glares at her.
Yi Ren then stopped talking, smiled warmly, and continued to chew on her steamed bun.
In the end, Eleven was still stubborn and soft-spoken.