Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 528 The Princess Who Wants to Compilation 25

Liu Rufeng's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes flashing with complex regret and jealousy - that position should have been... But seeing her weakly leaning in Shen Ji's arms, the "vulnerability" that he had never seen in her before strangely diluted the jealousy and turned it into a sour worry that even he despised.

Bai Mo stood a little further away, silently retracting his hand that was about to be extended, but he clenched his fist in his sleeve even tighter.

In those eyes that always examined calmly, she could clearly see the slender figure falling into another man's arms, as well as her fatigue and dependence that she had never shown to anyone.

A strong urge to replace her, mixed with displeasure at Shen Ji's sudden approach and intense heartache at her momentary "weakness", for the first time so brutally broke through the restraint he was proud of.

It turns out that I also want to be the one who hugs her so uncontrollably.

Yun Chu was not asleep. The moment she fell into Shen Ji's arms, her eyelashes seemed to tremble very slightly.

She rested her cheek on Shen Ji's warm neck, as if she had found the most comfortable harbor. She hummed something inarticulate and soft, which no one could hear. It was like a dream talk, but with a heartbreaking dependence. She allowed herself to completely relax and sink into the embrace of alcohol and warmth.

Snowflakes gently fell on her sleeping brows.

The snow still falls silently.

On the silent Snow Viewing Platform, only Shen Ji was left holding the sleeping person in his arms, while the other three stood quietly, some near and some far away, staring silently, but the emotions in their hearts were even more turbulent than the earth-shaking sword dance just now.

When Shen Ji stepped onto the corridor holding Yun Chu, the cold night wind blew fine snow in their faces.

He subconsciously tightened his arms and buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck.

The person in his arms was as light as a feather. The smell of alcohol mixed with the coolness of ice and snow brushed against his neck, causing a shudder - this feeling of fragility was so strange and yet so heavy.

The broken snow formed a silver frost on the stone steps, and every step made a very light creaking sound.

Behind him was the oppressive silence of the other three people: Gu Tingzhou's footsteps were the most hurried, as if he wanted to step forward to support but stopped abruptly;

The rustling of Liu Rufeng's coat sleeves betrayed his unwillingness;

Bai Mo was like a shadow, and his cold gaze made Shen Ji's back stiff.

The gauze lanterns in the corridor swayed in the wind and snow, and the dim halo turned the snow particles into golden flakes, which were scattered on Yun Chu's crow-feather-like eyelashes.

Shen Ji almost held his breath and carefully brushed away the crystals with his sleeves.

"Make way!" Gu Tingzhou suddenly shouted, and rushed forward to push open the carved door of the bedroom.

A warm current wrapped in storax surged out, mixed with Bai Mo's almost inaudible sneer.

Shen Ji seemed not to hear.

When he placed the person in his arms into the brocade quilt, his movements were as gentle as placing a piece of fragile porcelain.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against her slightly cold wrist, and something warm suddenly gripped his heart - he saw the white silk hanging from the beam in his previous life, the blood-stained fangs in the paddock, and the sound of "I can't trap my heart" made by the strings of the zither under the moonlight.

Just as he pulled away, Yun Chu suddenly frowned in his dream and uttered a vague mumbling.

The side of her face, stained lightly red, rubbed unconsciously against the woven gold pillow, and her messy hair scattered around her cheeks, revealing a childish attachment.

Shen Ji's fingertips were suspended in mid-air, as if entangled by invisible silk threads.

"Mr. Shen, it's time to go." Liu Rufeng's smiling urging was like a poisoned needle.

But he clearly heard the sound of the falling snow suddenly amplified, the roar of his own blood rushing, and the slight sound of an ice shell completely shattering.

Outside the diamond-shaped window, moonlight was quietly flowing over the sword-wielding snowman in the courtyard - that was the statue of the princess that everyone present had built during the day. At this moment, the tip of the sword was pointing to the sky, and the snow-covered cloak was fluttering in the wind.

At the hour of Mao the next day, porcelain-blue light filtered through the window lattice.

Yun Chu opened his eyes in the lingering scent of frankincense, and the remaining coolness on his wrist had long dissipated.

The silver charcoal basin in the flower hall crackled. As Yun Chu stirred the green glutinous rice porridge with a spoon, four pairs of eyes fell on her fingertips like fine snow.

The silver spoon that Shen Ji was using to scoop the soup suddenly tilted, and the soup splashed onto the edge of the sandalwood table. The fingers that had brushed the snow off her face last night were unconsciously stroking the gold pattern on her cuffs, but his gaze was fixed on her slightly swollen eyelids (evidence of a hangover), and his Adam's apple rolled as if he was swallowing unfinished words.

Gu Tingzhou pushed the deboned mandarin fish fillet in front of her. There were a few spots of stove ash on his sleeves (it was the first time he had ever gone to the kitchen). His usually clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, as if he was still chasing the shaky figure in the snowy corridor.

Liu Rufeng shook his gilded hand warmer and chuckled, "Your Highness's sword dance last night was even more intoxicating than the plum blossoms." But the rhythm of his fan bones hitting the table revealed his mood.

Bai Mo was the quietest. His dark coat was as tight as iron armor, and he pushed a plate of sobering pickled plums to the center of the table. But when Yun Chu looked up and met his gaze, the icy cracks flashed across his pupils, which had always been frost-filled.

The Meiling Mountains behind the hot spring village were covered in fresh snow, resembling a palace. As the five people ascended the jade steps:

Shen Ji brushed away the plum branches that were blocking Yun Chu's way, but his fingertips were scratched by the dry thorns and blood beads appeared.

Yun Chu screamed and pulled a handkerchief to bandage her hair, but he stared at the crimson fallen plum blossoms on her hair, letting the blood soak through the silk handkerchief - just like the scarlet that stained the white silk in his previous life.

Gu Tingzhou suddenly pointed to the deep ravine and said, "Your Highness, look! There is a rainbow hanging on the ice waterfall!" He stretched out his hand to protect Yun Chu from getting closer to the edge of the cliff, but he stepped on the cracked snow shell and almost slipped.

Yun Chu grabbed his arm with her backhand, and the tips of Gu Tingzhou's ears instantly turned red, like the burning cinnabar plums on the branches.

As if by magic, Liu Rufeng pulled a glass of warm plum wine from her mink coat. As the icy jade cup reached Yun Chu's lips, her eyelashes drooped, concealing her thoughts: "Only when you're warm can you fully appreciate 'sparse shadows slanting across the shallow water'..." But her last words trembled slightly as she sipped the wine.

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As the snow melted as he went down the mountain, the soles of his white boots suddenly slipped! The dark figure fell towards the icy slope like a broken kite.

"Hold on tight!" Yun Chu lunged forward and grabbed his wrist. The immense force sent her kneeling in the snow, her hairpins and rings scattering like a shower of stars.

Bai Mo used the momentum to spin and leap back, grabbing her waist with his backhand and landing steadily on the ground. As their hair intertwined, his snow-white breath brushed against her brow. "Your Highness...I'm sorry for being rude." The heat from his throat melted the ice crystals on his eyelashes.

Three cracking sounds were heard from three feet away:

The plum branch in Shen Ji's hand snapped, and the sharp thorn pierced into her flesh (the spot was exactly where she had accidentally rubbed her neck last night);

Gu Tingzhou kicked the icicles on the edge of the rock, and the broken ice splashed like arrows (the way she pulled Bai Mo overlapped with the hand he had longed to touch but withdrew last night);

Liu Rufeng's gilded hand warmer sank into the snow pit with a clang, and the hot silver charcoal burned through the snow: "What a hero saving a beauty." The poisonous needle in his laughter finally emitted a cold light.

Yun Chu seemed to have not noticed the reactions of the other three people and said calmly, "The jade pendant is broken!" Half of a mutton-fat jade Pixiu lay in the ice slag, but Bai Mo bent down to pick up the broken jade, clenching it with his bloody fingertips.

"No problem. I will fix it myself."

Yun Chu nodded slightly, and then everyone went down the mountain.