"Mingzhu, try this." Ye Zhilan picked up vegetables for Murong Mingzhu.

Murong Mingzhu nodded and picked it up and ate it.

No matter how undercurrents are surging, at least everyone here is the royal family, and no one loses their elegance.

As the bells ring outside sounded, midnight passed, and the year passed.

Night view Hao toasted.

Everyone stood up and raised their glasses to drink together.

Murong Mingzhu just touched her lips and didn't drink a single drop.

Ye Zhilan sat down and asked softly: "Why don't you drink it? This wine is not strong, it's warm."

"...I won't drink," Murong Mingzhu put down her cup, looked around, and said in a low voice with a blushing face, "I...I still want a child..."

Recently, she has begun to pay attention to her diet. She is not young anymore. Ye Zhilan is older. Since she gets married, she must have a child.

She and Ye Zhilan's children.

Ye Zhilan paused, smiled and nodded, "Okay."

The palace banquet ended in the lights. When he returned to the carriage of Prince Yong's Mansion, Murong Mingzhu was hugged by Ye Zhilan and asked him with a low smile: "You are next year... no, this year, do you have any wishes this year?"

"Wish?" Ye Zhilan didn't want to answer: "The country is prosperous and the people are safe, and the moon is prosperous."

"What else?" Murong Mingzhu looked up at his handsome eyebrows, "What else?"

Ye Zhilan thought about it for a long time this time and said quietly: "No matter what you are born, you are by my side."

"This can come true without making a wish," Murong Mingzhu sighed, "You have wasted a wish."

Ye Zhilan didn't know what he thought of, so he lowered his eyelashes faintly and asked her: "Where are you? What are your wishes this year?"

"I..." Murong Mingzhu leaned her head in his arms and breathed comfortably, "I hope my elder brother and second brother can come back, and then the third brother and fourth brother can get married and be happy, and... "

"what else?"

Murong Mingzhu turned her head, hugged his waist, and buried her red and hot face in his chest, "Let's give birth to a child... like me, don't be like you... You are so cunning, I'm better, so... like me..."

Ye Zhilan lowered her head, gently brushed her fingers across her head, and whispered: "It will be realized."

The sound of firecrackers outside is endless, and after the Chinese New Year, everything will become good.

Will be achieved.

It will all be achieved.

Murong Mingzhu's heart was full of hope.

...

The Biyue Ancestor's teachings, every year on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the royal family members will pay homage to the people on the ritual platform of Tianyun Mountain.

Ye Zhilan and Murong Mingzhu inevitably follow him to Tianyun Mountain.

Tianyun Mountain is outside the imperial capital, towering into the clouds. It is said that Tianyun Mountain is the mountain with the highest wall and moon, and the sacrifice platform is on the top of the mountain.

This time I went to not only the Biyue clan, but also Xiao Yu. His identity is too special, so I must not invite him to such a grand event.

If you want to go to the sky, Yunshan to worship the sky, the emperor must go up in person.

Although Ye Jinghao is young, he is taught by Ye Zhilan. His martial arts are very good, so it takes no effort to go to Tianyun Mountain.

But the lazy royal relatives who only eat but don’t cook on weekdays have suffered, and they all have no words to say anything.

Is there any way?

That's how the ancestors of Biyue decided that the emperors climbed the mountain themselves, so who are they?

Murong Mingzhu was originally not physically strong, but now she has internal strength and doesn’t take it seriously when climbing mountains. She quarreled with Ye Zhilan and went up.

Even so, from morning to afternoon, the group arrived at the palace on the top of the mountain.

The emperor worships his ancestors every year, so the palace is naturally not deserted.

The ritual officer had already made arrangements and everyone had to check in, and they were waiting for the ceremony of worshiping the heaven tomorrow morning.

The palace is built on the mountain and walks along the mountain. Some bedrooms are high and some bedrooms are low. The night view Hao should live at the highest level, but there is also a main hall above the night view Hao's bedroom.

There is a temple dedicated to heaven and earth. Behind the temple is the sky sacrifice platform next to the cliff. The temple cannot be opened without the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

Murong Mingzhu and Ye Zhilan live very close to Ye Jinghao, after all, they are not in the palace. Ye

Zhilan needs to protect Ye Jinghao's safety, and Xiao Yu lives next to him.

Below is Ye Ziluo, and below is the prince of the prince.

It was already very late to arrive at the palace. After dinner and taking a shower, Murong Mingzhu hugged on the bed wrapped in a brocade quilt.

There is no earth dragon in this bedroom, and she only relies on a carbon furnace, which makes her a little uncomfortable.

I always feel that I am much more afraid of the cold than before, and my whole body is always cold...

Ye Zhilan went to patrol around. He was not in the palace. Ye Jinghao's safety was the first. I don't know if she could come back tonight. How long has she been married to Ye Zhilan? She is no longer used to sleeping alone.

Murong Mingzhu despised herself a little, but couldn't help but shrink her body, but she couldn't warm her up no matter how hard she was.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the moonlight shines in. Murong Mingzhu simply stops sleeping, sits up wearing a cloak, and tries to activate internal energy to see if it can make the body warmer.

Ye Zhilan's body is always so warm, maybe it's because of her strong internal strength...

Closed his eyes, Murong Mingzhu slowly guided the internal force in the dantian according to Ye Zhilan's teaching, allowing the internal force to flow through the meridians one by one.

As the internal force attached to the meridians, Murong Mingzhu could feel that she was absorbing, and the absorbability was slow, which made her feel helpless.

Ye Zhilan did not lie to him. If he wanted to fully obtain half of his internal strength, it would be great if he could do it in three to five years.

But the coldness of her body did not change at all because of her internal force.

After one Zhoutian was finished, Murong Mingzhu pushed her internal force back to her Dantian again, and her eyes shook.

At the same time, her warm arms wrapped around her.

The breath of Lan Musk came, and Murong Mingzhu raised her eyes and glared at Ye Zhilan, "You still know how to come back!"

It's a questioning, but it's like a coquettishness.

Ye Zhilan untied her cloak and put the person back into the quilt. He also took off his clothes. He hugged Murong Mingzhu in the brocade quilt, held her hand, and rubbed it gently, "Is it cold?"

Murong Mingzhu sniffed into his arms, sniffing, "Yeah."

It's also a bit aggrieved.

"This bedroom is only open for this day a year, and it is uninhabited all year round, and it is a bit cold," Ye Zhilan opened his arms and hugged her tightly, "Is it still cold?"

Murong Mingzhu felt that it wasn't so cold in his arms, so she shook her head.

Ye Zhilan kissed her in the forehead and lowered her head and kissed her lips.

Murong Mingzhu was so scared that she pushed him quickly, "No, this is a place to worship the sky."

Ye Zhilan suddenly laughed, "Mingzhu, what are you thinking?"

"I, I didn't think of anything." Murong Mingzhu didn't admit what she was thinking, it was impossible to describe anyway.

"I know this is the place to worship the sky, the most sacred place in the entire Moon, but..." Ye Zhilan held her finger and hooked it in her palm, "If you ask me to do something else, I will do whatever I want."

"I didn't ask you!" Murong Mingzhu shouted in anger.

Not all because of him!

As long as he is on the bed, as long as he kisses him, he will...it will always be like this, and then she reflexively refuses.

Ye Zhilan hugged her and smiled softly, her chest shaking faintly. After a moment, she coaxed her softly, "Okay, it's my fault, it's all my fault. Mingzhu is the best, the most obedient... Let's go to bed. It will take a long time to celebrate the heavens tomorrow morning."

Murong Mingzhu found a comfortable position in his arms, grabbed his clothes and asked quietly, "Will you be here tonight with me?"

"Well, I'll go to bed with you." Ye Zhilan's hands patted her and coaxed her to sleep like a child.

In Ye Zhilan's arms, the cold was gradually dispelled, and the anxiety and fear slowly disappeared. Murong Mingzhu was a little sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.

His breathing became smoother, and Murong Mingzhu finally fell asleep.

Ye Zhilan closed her arms, wanting her to sleep more comfortably, but suddenly she heard a slight movement outside.

Ye Zhilan calmly reached out and pointed Murong Mingzhu's sleeping hole, put the person on the pillow, covered the quilt, and picked up the fox fur and cloak next to him to tighten it. Then he stood up slowly, put on his clothes and pushed open the door and walked out.

Murong Mingzhuyuan

I slept in Ye Zhilan's arms. The warmth and comfort made her sleep heavier and heavier, but soon, the warmth disappeared, and the coldness in her body extended from her limbs and bones.

The whole person was thrown into the ice lake.

The biting chill overwhelmed the consciousness and even breathing became difficult.

Night till the Lan...

Save me...

The body seemed to be frozen, from the inside out, it was almost stiff.

Very cold...
To be continued...