Noble Lady's Ring

  "I'm back." The sound came before the person, and the official looked up to see Snow walking in with a face as red as a peach blossom. Where was Little White, that colorful old tiger? The official felt that Little White and Snow must have been out for a while, so they definitely had an illicit affair. The official took another look at Snow's expression, which was shy but tender, tender but satisfied, and satisfied but... The official's gossiping heart was burning again, and Little White and Snow must have gone out to "struggle" thousands of times. The official had long wanted to witness this kind of passionate scene, but unfortunately, it was difficult to see. I wonder how Little White is doing after the "battle"? Logically speaking, he should be back with a triumphant smile, but now only Snow has returned, so the official concluded that he must need a big rest after...

  Lin Da Guan Ren smelled the strange and exotic fragrance on Xue's body, smiled, and walked forward with a swagger. He bowed and asked Xue to extend her hand, then gently kissed the back of her hand and said: "Master, this is our local custom, please allow me to express my respect for you. My admiration for you is like the endless Yangtze River, and also like the starry Milky Way, full of reverence. You are truly my God, my goddess."

  Xue laughed and said with a smile: "Here?" She pointed to her own chest.

  The official blinked his eyes, although he was a bit annoyed that the perfect snowball was being licked by the tiger. The official wanted to do something about it, but it would be disgusting. He couldn't compete with a wild beast, could he? He was human, and humans were clever and magnanimous. So the official stretched out his evil tongue and played with the cherry on top of the snowball. Suddenly, the snow pressed down on the official's head, holding it in place. The official felt like he was suffocating from the smell, but at the same time, he didn't want to waste this opportunity. So he endured the gentle assault.

  "It was so much fun." Xue giggled and finally let go of the official just as he was about to suffocate to death.

  The official's originally hard black gun had turned into cotton, and he almost went to see God. His heart was very calm, yes, the official's heart was very calm, rarely without some evil and ambiguous eyes looking at the snow.

  The grand gentleman felt that he had elevated himself to a realm of profound enlightenment, where the state of "looking at mountains but not seeing mountains, looking at water but not seeing water" was transcended to a state of "looking at mountains and still seeing mountains, looking at water and still seeing water". This realm was strange and mysterious, and even he couldn't have anticipated that he would experience such an ineffable and wondrous state in the midst of Snowy's vast whiteness. And so, the grand gentleman's evil nature thoroughly transformed into a Zen-like state.

  To put it figuratively, others see only a stone without emotions. But the grand gentleman doesn't think so. He thinks the stone has feelings, is lonely and isolated, bearing witness to the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life.

  Stones have males, females, elders and young ones.

  The official's demeanor greatly improved, his expression unchanging and calm as he said, "My lord, thank you for bestowing this gift upon me."

  Although she didn't know why the official said this, Xue felt a strange and uncomfortable feeling in her heart. Why did she feel uncomfortable? She didn't understand either. Her heart felt distressed, as if someone had taken away her beloved pet. This kind of distress was just like when Hong Zha took away her pet before. So Xue suddenly said angrily: "What did you say?"

  The official was somewhat frightened, and this snow suddenly went into a rage, indeed, women's hearts are deep as the sea.

  "Get out."

  The official quickly glanced at Xue's appearance, feeling strange but still walking out with both feet, standing outside the cave.

  The snow quickly walked out and said to the official: "Are you afraid of death?"

  The official said: "Afraid."

  The pride and sense of accomplishment in the snow's voice were palpable: "I'm not afraid, because I am immortal. Your life is only worth a mere ten or so points, and with just a slight movement of my hand, you will die."

  The official felt that her words were full of arrogant momentum and said, "Master, please don't kill me, I will bring you a comfortable feeling."

  Xue still liked that feeling and said: "Do you have any other way to make me feel?"

  The official said: "I can sing."

  "Sing a song?"

  "Yes, singing. My voice can move heaven and earth, as long as it's someone with feelings, they'll all say it's great."

  Xue was tempted by the official's words and said, "Then sing a song for me to hear. If I feel comfortable listening to it, I'll be nice to you. If I don't feel comfortable, I'll make you uncomfortable."

  Tears glisten weakly with sorrow

  The pale moon is bent and fixed on the past

  The night is too long and has condensed into frost.

  Who is it that is coldly desperate in the attic?

  The rain gently sighs against the crimson window

  I am scattered on paper by the wind

  Dreams in distant lands turned into a wisp of fragrance

  Your figure drifts away with the wind

  Chrysanthemum is burning brightly

  Your smile has faded

  Flowers fall, people's hearts break, my heart is quietly lying down

  Swayed gently by the breeze

  Your shadow is cut off

  Alone I remain solitary on the lake's surface divine wound

  The flower has already been hurt and fallen, radiant

  The withered and desolate city streets are unbearable

  A lonely boatman's sorrowful heart is torn in two

  He can't love for a lifetime anymore

  Whose rivers and mountains are trampled by horse hooves in disorder

  My armor-clad body howls through the vicissitudes of life

  The sky is faintly bright, you softly sigh

  A night of melancholy and subtle sorrow

  A good song can evoke the seven emotions and six desires of a person. Before the official had finished singing this one, tears were already streaming down her face as she said with a trembling voice full of sorrow: "Stop singing, I'm not feeling well."

  The grand gentleman stopped his own singing voice, and found that his vocal cords had also undergone a transformation, perfectly rendering high, medium and low pitches. The high notes were solid, the middle notes were clear, and the low notes were powerful. The gentleman's fingers grasped the crystal teardrops of snow.

  "What is this?" Xue asked herself in a bright and warm tone full of puzzlement.

  "These are tears."

  "Tears?" Snow asked Lin Dong as if she were a newborn baby, "Why do I feel uncomfortable and distressed after it's gone?"

  "Because you are a sentimental person." The official had a feeling of playing God, and it turned out that she didn't know what tears were.

  "I don't want to cry, I feel uncomfortable and sad. It's like someone has taken away my pet."

  The official's warm eyes gazed at Snow, then gently wrapped her in his chest filled with masculine aura, slightly narrowing his eyes, and teasingly whispered in her ear: "Snow, my master, I won't let you suffer."

  "Good."

  The official's fingers stroked the snow-rounded chin, and at this moment, the official suddenly gained a certain mysterious power, with an open and vast heart, as if he had the psychology of Qiao Lao Yezi's solitary defeat: "Snow, I am your slave, but I will be a slave who brings you happiness."

  Xue said: "No, now you are not my slave. You have already surpassed Xiaobai by one level."

  "What is that?"

  "Slave of the day."