In the following days, Qinghuan followed the servant to learn to read, and Leng Yan checked from time to time. The rest of the time, Leng Yan continued to practice calligraphy, read books, draw pictures, and then stare at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

Of course, it would be better if Wen Shi didn't come to scold him from time to time. Whenever Wen Shi came to see Leng Yan and Leng Yan told him to get out, the servant who taught Qing Huan to read lowered his voice, and even Qing Huan did the same.

I was afraid that I would be affected by Wen Shi’s displeasure.

Moreover, Qing Huan also discovered that every time Wen Shi came, the servants inside and outside the palace would become shorter and their heads would be invisible, but they would return to their original height after Wen Shi left.

The weather has been getting colder these days. Qingfeng Palace is already high, and now fine snow has begun to fall.

On the day when it snowed, Leng Yan sat by the window and watched the snow for the whole afternoon. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and started coughing, so the servant came forward to close the window.

Leng Yan said nothing about this. She sat back down, and after the warm air in the hall gradually drove away the chill from her body, she spoke softly, "It seems the snow is falling earlier this year than usual."

Then he picked up the book beside him and started reading with a calm expression, without even glancing towards the window.

Outside Qingfeng Palace, seeing the window closed and Qingyu retracting his spiritual power in his hands, his expression was a little melancholy, and the snowflakes in the sky stopped falling.

Han Qing on the side said: "Yan'er has seen through it a long time ago. No matter how much we do, he will not forgive us. Isn't his refusal to see us these days the best proof?" There was also a bit of loss and confusion in his expression.

Qingyu looked at the snowflakes swirling in his hands, and finally sighed softly and turned away.

Yes, it's just self-deception. Leng Yan coughed again, then avoided the servant's sight and took off the handkerchief. Then she saw that there was a bloodstain as big as half a palm on the handkerchief, so she put the handkerchief back into her sleeve.

She had been coughing up blood several times a day these days, and her lips were a little pale, but she simply told her servants that her throat was a little itchy, perhaps because winter was coming and her throat was a little uncomfortable.

The attendant quietly reported this to Wen Shi, and for the next few days, Leng Yan could always taste a hint of medicine in the tea. Leng Yan drank it, believing that the medicine in it could not cure her illness anyway.

When the servant told Wen Shishi the news that Leng Yan drank the tea, Wen Shishi didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

When she was happy, she was willing to treat her illness and would not hurt herself even if she hated him. When she was angry, it was because of this that she did not want to see herself.

Even so, Qingfeng Palace still used the finest items. While the attendants usually admired Leng Yan and wouldn't overstep their bounds, Wen Shi's eagerness to approach her even after being scolded made those with ulterior motives retract their thoughts.

Finally, when we entered the twelfth lunar month, it started snowing in Qingyuanzongdu. Lengyan noticed that snow had begun to fall outside in the evening, and the falling snowflakes made a rustling sound.

The next day, when Leng Yan woke up, she looked out the window and saw the vast expanse of snow outside. She wanted to go out of Qingfeng Hall to take a look. Wen Shi had loosened the chain around her ankles in the past few days, allowing Leng Yan to leave Qingfeng Hall, but she could only move within ten meters of the hall.

Leng Yan walked to the door of the palace, and the servant stopped her and wrapped her in a thick fox fur coat to make sure she would not catch a cold before letting her out of Qingfeng Palace.

Leng Yan stepped on the scattered jade fragments and tried to move forward. Finally, she stopped when she felt a faint pain in her ankle. The wind was quite strong today, and it lifted her hair.

The white hair was entangled with snowflakes, bringing out a sense of holiness. A few snowflakes fell on her frosty eyelashes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly when she felt the coolness, and the snowflakes fell from her eyelashes and dropped into the snow on the ground.

It was extremely cold when it snowed on the Zhangmen Mountain in winter, and the snow was particularly heavy, falling densely. Soon, the footprints made by Leng Yan were covered by the snow again.

Snow fell on Leng Yan's shoulders and hair. Her fingertips were red from the cold wind, and her nose was also a little red. She caught the falling snowflakes, but they soon melted in the water.

But then snowflakes fell into his palm again, and Leng Yan felt the coolness, and suddenly he felt that his body was not so uncomfortable anymore.

Suddenly, Leng Yan's body swayed slightly, and then he knelt in the snow and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the snow and dyed it red, as dazzling as an early blooming red plum.

Leng Yan got up very early today to watch the snow. It was only a little after three o'clock in the morning and it was still dark all around. After the servant put on the fox fur coat for her, she was so sleepy that she couldn't bear it anymore and went back to sleep.

I thought Leng Yan would go back to Qingfeng Palace on her own after a while, so I fell asleep peacefully. But I didn't expect that Leng Yan would suddenly fall ill.

Kneeling in the snow, Leng Yan calculated that today was indeed the day when she fell ill. For a moment, she felt helpless, wondering how could she have forgotten about this.

But the next second she spat out another mouthful of blood on the snow. She staggered and tried to get up and return to Qingfeng Palace. When she stood up again, an indescribable pain swept through her body and she fell into the snow.

The pain in her body prevented her from uttering a single sound. Her face was pressed against the snow, and the chill from it kept her awake.

But not long after, she gradually lost consciousness and fainted in the snow.

Early in the morning, before daybreak, Wen Shi hurried towards Qingfeng Palace. Today was the day when Yan'er fell ill, and she probably hadn't woken up yet, so she probably hadn't fallen ill yet.

But when he arrived in front of Qingfeng Palace, he was stunned. He saw a person lying in the snow, covered with white snow. If it weren't for the bulge there, he would not have noticed it at first.

Wen Shi walked over quickly, feeling his heart leap. As he got closer, he saw Leng Yan, who seemed to blend in with the snow. She was wearing a white fox fur coat, her white hair spread out in the snow. Beside her was the snow, stained red with blood.

The whole person looks like a fragile porcelain.

Wen Shi picked up Leng Yan with trembling hands, and then walked towards Qingfeng Hall quickly and steadily. During this process, Wen Shi stared at Leng Yan's slightly red face.

Finally, when they arrived at Qingfeng Palace, Wen Shi immediately threw the wet fox fur on Leng Yan aside, and then carefully placed Leng Yan on the bed.

He used his spiritual power to dry the wet clothes, then held Leng Yan's cold hand and transferred spiritual power to her. Then Qingfeng Palace became chaotic, and the servants in the palace were punished by Wen Shi to kneel in the snow and could not get up without his order.

Then Gong Cang was urgently summoned. After seeing Leng Yan's pale face, Gong Cang panicked instantly, ran over and pushed Wen Shi away, then took her pulse.

It was determined that her old illness had relapsed and she had fainted from lying in the snow for too long, and now she had a fever.

Leng Yan felt her body alternately hot and cold while she was drowsy, and she was in unbearable pain. She opened her eyes groggily and saw the scenery spinning in front of her eyes.

Then she heard someone calling her, she turned her head and spat out another mouthful of blood, which happened to land on Wen Shi's sleeve as he reached out to lift her hair away.