There is a six-ding incense burner placed in the center of the main hall. A piece of agarwood is thrown into it and it is slowly being smoked. The room is filled with the fragrance - it was the beginning of winter yesterday.
The young man on the left is wearing moon-white clothes, with a touch of nobility between his brows, and a piece of warm jade and a long sword around his waist. The young man on the right smiled softly and frivolously. In the main hall of Yangyunxuan, which was already much warmer than outside, he was dressed in green but still had a thick tiger skin vest wrapped around him. He was carelessly playing with an exquisite carving knife with a ring. There was a wisp of red tassel hanging on the ring, hanging on his white wrist.
"They are all so beautiful. One is green and the other is white. Could it be that they met a snake demon?" Dong Shiqing stood beside the prince's couch with his hands folded, smiling with interest.