Chapter 278 He planted it with his own hands

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Leng Xiao was very moved and looked at his somewhat annoyed expression, probably because of the happy dress. The corners of her lips were slightly curved, showing great interest, "So, the plum blossoms are blooming now?"

Seeing her smile, Nangong Yitian also became happy, "The plum blossoms here bloom late. They are not in full bloom yet, but they are already very beautiful. Let's go and enjoy the plum blossoms."

He took her hand and walked out quickly. The servants outside were about to serve desserts, but when they saw them walking out, they asked hurriedly: "Your Highness, this bird's nest..."

"Drink later." Nangong Yitian said calmly.

"Yes!" Seeing his bad expression, the servant did not dare to ask any more questions and followed him from a distance with the bird's nest in his hand.

His Highness sent someone to give instructions two days ago, saying that he would bring the Crown Princess here today and how he would serve her. Miss Ape also gave the instructions. First, he went into the bird's nest to let the Crown Princess warm up, and then served a pot of warm wine. She drank until she was slightly tipsy. Taking the princess to enjoy plum blossoms.

How did the process change?

A winding corridor leads to the backyard. Palace lanterns are hung on both sides of the corridor. The palace lanterns depict goddesses wearing seven-colored clothes. If you look carefully, those goddesses actually look like her.

"Could these palace lanterns be painted by you yourself?" Leng Xiao's eyes were filled with surprise.

He said warmly: "I painted it with my own hands. There are ninety-nine and eighty-one lanterns in Leng Xianju. Every stroke was made by my own hands."

Jiujiu means above the ninth heaven. He would rather believe that she went to the ninth heaven and became the carefree goddess.

I don't want to believe that she died like this.

At that time, his thoughts were always very messy, and he would do whatever came to his mind. Only by constantly doing something for her would he feel less uncomfortable.

Leng Xiao felt a little pain in her heart, so she held his hand and said softly: "If I had known that my leaving would cause you so much pain, I would never have left."

"The moment I heard the news of your death, I was only angry. After the anger, the pain slowly came over. I didn't really get along with you for many days. I can't trace back when you came into my heart. As time passed, the pain only became clearer and clearer, and I began to regret not cherishing the time I spent with you, and I regretted all the things I missed."

His voice was low, like the sound of falling snowflakes outside in winter, rustling and cool.

He tried to downplay it, but in fact, every word was the pain he had suffered.

Leng Xiao remained silent, but the more she heard him talk about his journey during those days, the more uncomfortable and guilty she felt.

At the same time, it also strengthened her determination to stay and convinced her that she had made the right decision.

The eyes gradually opened up, and Merlin in the backyard appeared in front of Leng Xiao with a stunning appearance.

This is a large plum forest. The flower-bone flowers are rushing upwards with all their strength, opening the petals slightly. Just as he said, they have not bloomed to the extreme, and the branches are filled with light pink and red.

Leng Xiao held her breath and slowly shuttled among the plum trees. The wind blew through the branches, and some plum blossom petals fell, which formed a perfect match with the swirling white snowflakes.

Petals fell on her shoulders, as well as snowflakes. The long cloak that trailed to the ground swept away the residual red on the ground. As she moved forward, the flowers bloomed better. The plum branches extended one by one, sending out the flowers with elegant colors.

The branches trembled in the cold wind, and she seemed to be in a dream. Compared with fireworks, these plum blossoms moved her heart more.

Nangong Yitian also slowly followed her, looking at her thin back, his eyes burning a little.

When I planted it, I had imagined the scene of these flowers blooming for her.

But I thought I would never see this scene in my life.