Mu Ningxue's Personal Master

Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue will live happily together forever and will never be separated. No one is taking away the heroine, it will never happen. Readers, rest assured, this is pure love, not multiple heroines. When the snow melts, the ice edges of Fanxue Mountain are dripping into the water. Mo Fan dug out the green plum wine made from snow water from the corner of the courtyard. The ice lotus seal on the mud seal was stained with wet mud. It was the seal he and Mu Ningxue made together in late autumn last year. "Would you like to carve an ice cup?" Mo Fan held out a translucent ice brick with last year's ice lotus leaves frozen inside. Mu Ningxue's hand holding the carving knife was scratched by ice. He immediately held the wound in his mouth and sucked away the blood, applying the ointment very carefully. There was warm lotus seed soup on the table, and the sweet-scented osmanthus honey mixed with the bitterness of the lotus heart was very much like this moment - the temperature in his palm made the tips of her ears turn red, and the ice flakes fell on the back of her hand but she didn't feel cold. Elder Chen shouted outside the courtyard to scatter fish fry, and the two of them walked towards the Ice Lotus Pond. A stream formed by melting snow gurgled by my feet, most of the ice in the pond had melted, and new green appeared next to the roots of last year's ice lotus. Mu Ningxue looked at the entangled reflections in the water and said softly: "When the wine is opened, drink it from the ice cup I carved." Mo Fan responded with a smile, and the sunlight fell on the snowy water on his hair, making it dazzling. Children laughing could be heard in the parliament hall in the distance. Zhao Manyan's painting of "Boiled Lotuses in the Snow" was swaying in the wind. The shadows of the two people in the painting were entangled, making it difficult to tell who was who.