Alluring His Wife: The Evil King's Fifth Consort Chapter 1090

On New Year's Day, the snow was falling unrestrainedly, like willow leaves wantonly dancing in the air above Southern Mountain State City, and the light, icy snowflakes landed on the limestone road, on the branches of the desolate tree, and on the fields. Even the roofs of the houses were covered with pure white snowflakes.

In just a few short hours, the entire Southern Mountain State was once again covered in silver.

It was like there was a pair of hands that covered Southern Mountain State with a layer of snow-white pigment, causing the entire world to be covered in white.

Just like that, Ning Zheyan donned a beautiful red outfit and suddenly appeared at the entrance of the mountain bull village. That red laid quietly in the pile of white snow, like a flower blooming in the snow, beautiful and enchanting.

Not long after, the snow slowly covered up the redness. First it was his black hair, then it was his gorgeous and provocative brocade robe, then it was his pale and cold yet still charming appearance.

The snow continued to fall, seeming to loathe this redness. It was impatient to cover this redness, causing the entire world to turn white.

But Snowflake might be disappointed. A group of children in new clothes began to make a ruckus in the snow after New Year's Day greetings from various families.

Ning Zheyan, who was about to be covered in blood, was discovered by these kids, then the adults in the village found out and the Village Chief came over.

"My whole body is cold and stiff. I'm afraid I won't be able to live any longer. Let's find a place to bury him, shall we?" As the Village Chief said this, the villagers revealed pitiful and sad expressions. However, not a single person stepped forward.

This was the New Year. Meeting a dead person on the first day of the new year would bring great misfortune to the future.

So although they felt pity for this man, none of them wanted to raise their eyebrows.

Then, at this time, a slender but muscular man squeezed through the crowd and stretched out a somewhat rough hand to sweep away the snow on the face of the man on the ground. Although his hands were rough and dark, they were still slender and clearly defined.

The face that was covered by the snow appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"I thought she was a bride who had run away from marriage, but who would have thought … It's a man! "

"Tsk tsk … It's a pity that he's so good-looking. " The onlookers sighed again. Their ancestors had lived in this Ox-Head Village for generations, and the farthest they had ever been to was the town. However, even in the town, they had never seen such an inhumanly beautiful man.

"Who said it's a man, it's a woman!" Another villager was discussing over there.

However, the man on the ground didn't say a word and silently carried the person on his back.

He was cold, without any heat, and even his face was almost as white as the snow on the ground, but his body was not completely rigid.

When the man carried Ning Zheyan on his back, the spectators could clearly see that the person who had collapsed in the snow was dressed very lightly in this cold weather.

At this time, another villager looked at Ning Zheyan, who was being carried on her back. He was tall and straight, with a broad shoulders and a narrow waist. It must be a man! "

"Is this stranger going to bury this frozen man on the mountain?" When the man carried Ning Zheyan and slowly walked up the mountain, the villagers behind them started discussing again.

He had built a small bamboo house at the foot of the mountain. Normally, he lived off hunting and cutting wood, so he didn't like to talk, and his appearance was ugly, but what he didn't understand was that his figure was pretty and handsome. If his face was covered, you would think he was a young master from some family.

But he was also very strange. Otherwise, how would he dare to carry a dead person up the mountain to bury him?

After the villagers discussed for a while, they left. In any case, they were not the ones who got into trouble. They could go back and have a peaceful year of their lives.

Ning Zheyan opened her eyes weakly, only to see a broken thatched roof, and then she felt that the floor beneath him was too hard, too painful.

Then, he felt as if his slender white neck was being grinded by something rough, and was extremely uncomfortable.

He looked down with his narrow almond-shaped eyes and saw that he was covered by a white cotton blanket that had been washed. There were also a few patches on the blanket.

And this blanket had to be made of cotton cloth, which was why he felt so uncomfortable about being covered by it. Since he was young, everything he had covered was satin, even silk and down.

As a result, he felt uncomfortable with the coa.r.s.e quilt covering his body, especially where it touched his skin.

Furthermore, he didn't know if the seams were made of iron or not. Not only was it heavy, it wasn't very warm either.

Ning Zheyan's lips twitched, and the fingers on the blanket moved. He was truly too weak, so weak that she did not even have the strength to pull the blanket away.

Thus, he could only endure the unbearable pain as he scanned the surroundings in the room with his devilish eyes.

The room was not big and the furnis.h.i.+ngs were simple, so it could be considered clean.

In Ning Zheyan's eyes, the owner of the house was just too poor. He was so poor that he only had a wooden chair made of wooden stakes.

He didn't even dare to think about what the "bed" underneath him was made of.

Ning Zheyan struggled a few more times. He would rather lie down in the snow than lie down here.

Perhaps the people outside could hear the sound of movement inside the house, as they pushed open the bamboo door, upon entering, they nearly scared Ning Zheyan.

That face was truly ugly. It was also very dark. In his entire life, he had never seen such an ugly person before.

The man didn't say anything and directly brought a bowl of hot soup over for Ning Zheyan to eat.

Ning Zheyan stared at the bowl with dead eyes: "What bowl is this? Dark, is it made of earth? It's not very clean, I don't drink it. "

Then, he turned his face away. As he struggled, his physical strength slowly recovered. If this continued, he would soon be able to get off the bed.

However, the man used his coc.o.o.n covered hand to easily pinch Ning Zheyan's lips, and then chugged down the bowl of hot soup.

Ning Zheyan hated him so much, she was furious. If it wasn't for the fact that he lacked strength, he would definitely have killed this ugly man.

But after drinking the hot soup, Ning Zheyan felt that her body had warmed up a lot.

However, that mouth that had been pinched by the man faintly felt uncomfortable. The hand of that ugly man was really too rough. It was so hard that it caused his smooth and exquisite skin to feel extremely uncomfortable.