Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 1521: Is that the girl who likes snow you?

Lan Lingling dodged left and right, and came to the window of the imperial dining room. She opened the window and looked inside, and saw many cooks busy inside.

She took out a small bottle and released several small bugs from the bottle.

The insect flapped its wings and flew into the house, getting into the cook's nostrils. Soon, the cook fell to the ground and fell asleep, no longer moving.

Lan Lingling swaggered into the royal dining room and found the small stove where pastries were steaming. She opened the lid of the steamer and saw several pieces of magnolia-style pastries in the steamer.

She stopped, took out the scroll from her arms, and carefully compared the scroll with the cakes in the steamer.

When she was sure that the cakes in the steamer were exactly the same as those in the painting, Lan Lingling subconsciously picked up a piece and slowly put it into her mouth.

Soft, glutinous and sweet, it melts in your mouth.

Under a piece of pastry, Lan Lingling felt a little stunned, and her cheeks were cold. She stretched out her hand to wipe it away, but caught two crystal tears on her fingertips.

Lan Lingling didn't know why, so she continued to put a piece of pastry into her mouth. Before she could chew it, she burst into tears.

While eating the pastries, she cried and said: "Why should I cry? Why?"

Her mouth was so full that she almost choked, but she was still obsessed and stuffed another piece into her mouth until she held on to the pillar and vomited out everything in her mouth.

She slowly wiped away the tears on her face, which had turned cold in the cold.

At this moment, she was absolutely sure that the person who made her cry was in the deep palace.

Why are you in the palace?

What's good about the palace?
There are thousands of palaces, layer upon layer, which door is not a yoke?

How could the person who got her Gu Pill live in this palace?
Thinking of this, Lan Lingling smashed the steamer with a punch, and sent her tender little hand into the scalding water. While it was red, she felt heartbreaking pain.

"What happened between us?"

"Why does my heart hurt more than my hands?"

"Who are you? Why do you make me so heartbroken?"

Lan Lingling burst into tears, looking at the red hands and crying.

Suddenly, the door was suddenly opened.

A sword thrust over.

The bright sword light stung Lan Lingling's eyes. She suddenly jumped up, opened the window and escaped.

"Catch assassins!"

A loud shout was like a hornet's nest being suddenly opened, with dense guards pouring in from all directions.

Lan Lingling ran away regardless, but for some reason, she seemed to be particularly familiar with this area. She was able to avoid the guards along the way.

"boom!"

Suddenly, her foot slipped and she fell from the wall of the corridor into the thick snow.

If it had been in the past, she would have been able to avoid it with a sharp turn in the air.

However, she was seriously injured and could only hit her hard in the cold snow. The biting snow got into her clothes, and she shivered heavily from the cold.

The footsteps were very dense and getting closer to her. She got up on her hands and knees and limped across the back garden.

There were guards coming at several intersections. She had no choice but to go in the direction where there were no guards. After stumbling all the way, she finally came to a palace where she could feel the warmth even though she was far away.

"catch him!"

The calls still ring in my ears, and the footsteps have not gone away.

Lan Lingling jumped up to the eaves and lay down on a beam.

The pursuers gathered around her, and she had no choice but to crawl into the house along the beams.

Before she had time to look at the situation in the room, she carefully hid on the beams, leaning against the pillars without even daring to breathe.

Her thin clothes were already soaked through, and she was shivering all over from the cold. Fortunately, the floor heater was used in the room to dispel some of the chill.

But the soaked shoes made the feet hurt as much as if they were hit by a big stone.

She didn't take it seriously, leaned against the pillar, and took out the pastries hidden under her sleeves.In the process of her escape, the pastry had fallen apart and turned into small crumbs.

The fine shavings leaked out from between her fingers and fell on her clothes, and some fell below her.

But she didn't know it.

The young emperor, dressed in ordinary clothes, was leaning on a chair, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it from time to time.

He seemed focused, but a little distracted.

Suddenly something fell on the pages of his book. He reached out and gently brushed it away, but a lot of it fell down.

He could smell the soft and waxy aroma, which was the smell of pastries.

Looking in the direction where the debris fell, there was a hint of dark blue clothes.

He couldn't help but chuckle, what kind of audacious guy would steal food from him?

He grabbed the tea cup on the table and threw it suddenly.

"boom!"

The teacup hit the man, causing him to fall down and fall heavily to the ground.

He stood up suddenly, pulled out the Shang Fang sword hanging on the pillar, and pointed the tip of the sword at the fallen person: "You greedy little mouse! How dare you steal it on my head!"

The person who fell to the ground looked back, first seeing her two big braids like crow feathers, then her dark eyebrows and watery eyes.

Honey-colored skin, high bridge of nose.

She is not as white as jade like the ladies of the capital, but she has a different flavor and is so beautiful.

"Dangdang!"

The sword in Emperor Yuanwu's hand crashed to the ground, and he stared blankly. Before he could say anything, his eyes turned red.

"You... who are you..."

His voice was shaking, and every word he spoke seemed to be broken.

Lan Lingling was half lying on the ground. She was seriously injured and was at the end of her rope. She couldn't escape, so she could only lie down on the carpet as if resigned to her fate.

"Who are you……"

Her voice was choked up, and looking at the young man in front of her, she unknowingly burst into tears again.

"Have we met?"

Emperor Yuanwu asked her.

"Have we met before?"

she asked Emperor Yuanwu.

"But I can't remember you."

The two spoke in unison.

Lan Lingling used her last bit of strength to activate the poison pill in her body, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out. She looked at the boy in front of her in disbelief, and raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth: "Who are you? Why is half of my life here? Your place?"

Emperor Yuanwu didn't know why, but when he saw the blood on the corner of Lan Lingling's lips, his heart seemed to have been severely crushed by something heavy.

He could hardly restrain himself and wanted to hold this strange but familiar girl in his arms and tell her that it wouldn't hurt anymore as long as he was here.

It doesn’t hurt anymore!

But he restrained himself in the end. He just stared at Lan Lingling and said word by word: "Do you like snow?"

Lan Lingling was covered in snow-melted water, dripping wet, and she couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

What's so good about snow?How cold it is when it snows!
She shook her head: "I hate snow! It makes me so cold!"

Emperor Yuanwu woke up from a dream and immediately took off his fox fur and covered Lan Lingling: "But how do I remember that the girl who likes snow is you?"

(End of this chapter)