Listening to the slight movement coming from the far end of the palace road, Balian knelt in the heavy snow without getting up or raising his eyes. After the thick snow under his body fell angrily all night, it almost sank to his waist.

He was half buried in the snow.

From afar, the palace servants who were clearing the snow came here quickly. They were the palace servants serving the Wangchen Palace. The summons last night was done in private. No one else knew about it except Qing Shui Qing Xuan.

They obviously did not expect that there would be a person kneeling in this remote palace passage.

The palace attendants looked at Balian quietly and secretly, and saw that he was covered with snow, and his head was covered with frost and snow. The dim light of the morning shone on half of the young man's face, which made it even more obvious that his lips were extremely pale, and his eyebrows were very pale.

picturesque.

They are all servants of the demon fairy lineage who have never left the mountain. They have practiced and served the God Lord for many years. It is rare to see foreign men, let alone such a good-looking young man.

I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Although I was full of doubts, no one dared to step forward to ask what happened.

There were a few soft-hearted female maids who couldn't help but feel a little pity in their hearts when they saw him buried in the heavy snow.

Although I also guessed that those who were able to kneel here must have received the punishment from the empress, so no one dared to come forward and offer help without permission.

However, if he could take advantage of his usual snow clearing duties and sweep away the snow around him, this young man should be able to suffer less from the cold and snow.

Before the female chamberlain, who was moved by pity, had time to do anything, she saw a palace chariot made of white jade and gold painted at the end of the palace road. It was carried by eight chamberlains, followed by four more people.

Today's escort in the formation is not grand, but there are two female officials, Qingxuan Qingshui, accompanying them.

On top of the chariot, the empress sat lazily with her body tilted, her head half raised, her wide sleeves tucked away, dressed up for the trip.

The female maid who wanted to go forward and sweep away the snow all over Balian's body felt an inexplicable chill in her heart for some reason. Before she could think about it, her body had already instinctively knelt down along with the other palace maids.

Go down.

"Welcome to you, Your Majesty."

The chariot gradually came closer to the crowd's greetings, and suddenly stopped halfway.

Balian knelt in the middle of the palace road, blocking the way.

However, the empress did not even raise her eyelids, and naturally her gaze did not fall on Balian.

She was about to wave her hand to call someone, but at this moment, the young man kneeling in the snow like a sculpture, his body moved slightly.

It was as if a person who had been frozen for a long time gradually gained a little life at this moment. The heavy snow covering his body fell slowly, revealing his cold skin color that was even paler than the snow.

Balian did not stand up, but moved on the spot with his knees, but his back was as straight as a bamboo. Unlike the worshiping officials, he did not bend his waist in half, moved his body to the side of the road, and consciously got out of the way.

the road.

He knelt all night, and his knees had long been frozen together by the ice and snow on the ground. With such a sudden movement, the flesh and blood stuck to the thick snow and ice burst and tore, leaving eye-catching lines in the snow.

bloodstains.

When the internal officials kneeling on the ground saw this, they all stared with bated breath, their hearts beating loudly, and they had no choice but to press their heads lower and pretend not to see anything.

After a night of punishment, he finally saw the light of blood for the first time...
Chapter completed!