Stepping outside the courtyard, it was raining and snowing.

Another snow fell, making the already bare trees in the yard even more lifeless. There was not a trace of living people in the white snow, and sometimes unnamed birds rested on the branches and stamped their feet.

Stomping his feet and flapping his wings, he shook the snow shadows on the ground.

Ever since everyone around him was taken away by Bu Zhan, Jiang Ling felt that his life had become more and more boring.

Most of the time, she sat alone in her room, leaning against the window and looking at the gray sky in the yard. But she always unknowingly walked out of the room from the bedside or the window, and stood with the door open.

In the courtyard, I stared blankly at the rain and snow falling.

The snowflakes fall on the eyelashes, first melting into a blur, and then turning into crystal clear water.

It's strange to say that she was clearly afraid of the cold before, but now she didn't feel any strangeness when she was standing in the snow wearing only a single coat. But Xuan'er seemed to be extremely afraid of her like this. Every time she saw Jiang Ling standing there

When the cold wind blows outside the door, I will be frightened.

"lady--"

She came over in a hurry, holding the medicine.

"It's windy here, madam, you'd better go back to the house. Be careful, it will be bad if you catch the wind and cold."

Jiang Ling is also very good and will not resist her. After nodding meekly, she will walk back to the house with Xuan'er to drink medicine. However, whenever Xuan'er is not paying attention, she will walk back to the door. She

I don't know what I'm looking at, but there's still a bit of yearning in my eyes.

Xuan'er finally couldn't help it and asked her.

Jiang Ling pursed her lips, pointed into the distance with her hand, and spoke softly.

"That's the palace, the place where I was ordained since I was a child, and that's the Jiang Mansion, where I grew up. In the past, every time it snowed, my brother Jiang Yan would pile up little snowmen in my yard.

I miss them so much now.”

She missed home, her father and mother, and Ayan.

She really wanted to... Yu'er.

Jiang Ling's eyes moved to another place blankly.

That's where Bu Zhan sent people to take Yu'er away. The baby was still in his infancy, and he seemed to be aware that he was about to be separated from his mother. He cried hard. The crying sound came one after another, floating far away. Jiang

Ling sat paralyzed in the courtyard, her face ashen as death.

Bu Zhan ransacked her home, imprisoned her father, and took away her children.

She didn't understand what heinous thing she had done to make the other party treat her so decisively.

After Xuan'er left, Jiang Ling stood alone in the wind and snow. The rain and snow seemed to be falling harder again, and they fell on the girl's shoulders. She closed her eyes lightly, and Yu'er suddenly sounded in her ears.

This time she suddenly became very scared. She covered her ears and squatted down, trembling uncontrollably.

It's all useless to her.

She couldn't protect her mother, couldn't be filial to her parents, and couldn't even look at her own children.

Her tears fell together with the raindrops and fell on the snow.

In an instant, her hot tears merged with the cold snow.

Jiang Ling cried for an unknown amount of time before a figure finally fell in front of her eyes.

He stepped on the snow, and the clothes on his body were actually whiter and cleaner than the white snow. Seeing her like this, the man's figure seemed to pause for a moment, and then she was picked up horizontally.

The faint scent of sandalwood floated around her, and she could identify the person without even raising her eyes.

"Let go of me."

Her voice was cold.

"Let go of me and let me down."

The other party held her in his arms and strode across the courtyard regardless of the fight of the person in his arms.

Her voice was very weak, but she still resisted.

"Put me down and don't touch me. Where are you taking me? Let me go."

Bu Zhan pursed his lips tightly and did not respond to her words.

Jiang Ling found it funny: "Didn't you drive me out of Tingyun Pavilion and lock me up here? Why did you take me out now?"

"Bu Zhan, let me go down, I don't want to go with you -"

Her movements became louder and louder, and a hint of impatience appeared on Bu Zhan's face, and he turned cold: "If you move again, I will kill Jiang Wenhuai, Lin Zilan, Jiang Yan and the others."

Sure enough, after hearing this, the woman in his arms finally calmed down.

Bu Zhan took her out of the dilapidated courtyard and walked slowly to the front of the main courtyard. When he passed Tingyun Pavilion, he did not stop walking and hugged her straight to Zhengrong Pavilion.

"Burn the lamp."

He placed Jiang Ling on the couch on one side and gave orders to his servants.

"Make medicine."

Her whole face was red from the cold, and she looked pitiful.

Bu Zhan glanced at her and wanted to say something, but finally stopped talking and sat back in front of the case. As soon as he picked up the pen, he heard a cough coming from the other side of the bed. She seemed to have caught a cold, coughing

Very heavy.

The man tightened his grip on the pen and said coldly: "From today on, you don't have to go back to that courtyard. You will live in Zhengrong Pavilion day and night. I will take good care of you."

Jiang Ling stopped coughing and looked up at her in confusion.

The moment the two people's eyes met, his expression finally softened. In an instant, Xuan'er walked in again with medicine in hand. Bu Zhan glanced at the soup and medicine, and motioned to Xuan'er to feed her.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jiang Ling thought that today's medicinal porridge contained a lot of sugar cubes, which made it taste a little sweet.

In the end, the sweetness only stayed on her taste buds and never melted into her heart.

After seeing her finish drinking, the other party picked up the pen again, lowered his head to review the memorial, and ignored her.

Jiang Ling never understood why the other party released her from that shabby yard and even spent time with her day and night.

She only felt that being here was even more congested than being in another hospital. She could not sleep all night long, tossing and turning on the couch, her hair was falling out in large quantities, and she often felt as if she was dead.

Bu Zhan asked a doctor for her, saying that she was too worried and would even become ill if she didn't pay attention.

On the New Year's Day, he invited the best juggling troupe in the capital.

The first few acrobatics were very ordinary. Jiang Ling drooped his eyelids and looked dimly interested. When the fourth acrobatic was going on, the big man in the lead poured something into his mouth without knowing it, and the next moment he sprayed a ball of fire out of thin air.

Jiang Ling shrank back subconsciously, feeling a sudden pain in her heart.

The big man didn't realize it. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he excitedly breathed out several more balls of fire. The flames burned brightly and ignited the fire ring on one side.

Jiang Ling was so frightened that her hands and feet were cold.

Finally, the man beside him turned his head and noticed something strange about her. At first, Bu Zhan thought she was cold, so he took off his snow cloak and put it on her body, but her shoulders were still shaking badly.

The woman's lips turned white and she turned away.

"I don't want to see it anymore."

Bu Zhan frowned and said to her: "The doctor said that you are depressed. You should smile more and be happy on weekdays."

"But I don't want to see this."

Jiang Ling paused, then raised his head and looked at the man in front of him. In the bleak cold wind, his eyes were very deep and beautiful, and there seemed to be a faint emotion written in his slightly hooked pair of phoenix eyes.

She pursed her lips and then said slowly:

"Bu Zhan, I'm afraid of fire."

The other party looked at her in shock.

She wanted to explain that the lingering shadow in her childhood memory moved her lips, but she felt it was unnecessary. Thinking of this, Jiang Ling stood up and curled her head towards him.

"Master, take your time, look, I'm going back to the house first."

Turning sideways, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Bu Zhan also stood up straight and held her thin white wrist.

She could clearly feel that the force placed on her wrist was slowly tightening.

He first ordered the servants to "withdraw" without looking back, then lowered his eyes to look at her, and after a long while, he whispered: "I don't know."

His voice was very low and soft, only the two of them could hear it.

Jiang Ling pretended to be relaxed and raised her lips, saying: "It doesn't matter."

She was still imprisoned by Bu Zhan and had no choice but to go back to the Zhengrong Pavilion. When Wu Zi walked in, there was no light in the pavilion. She walked in vain, feeling her way to the couch in the dark, and lay down on it.

Recalling the clusters of fire just now, she still broke out in a cold sweat.

Sweat beads rolled down her spine, soaking the clothes on her back. Jiang Ling took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and panted slightly.

Suddenly, someone pushed the door open and entered.

When he walked in, the room was dark, with only some starlight falling on the bedside. The girl was still wearing his snow cloak and kneeling beside the bed, with her black hair pouring down like a waterfall.
To be continued...