The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

That night, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were in the same room. Mo Ran was heartless and soon fell asleep on the ground. However, Chu Wanning couldn't help but feel a little erratic, tossing and turning for a long time before barely falling asleep.

I closed my eyes, and there seemed to be the whistling sound of strong wind and snow in my ears.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes and found himself kneeling in the snow.

……Dream?

But why is it so real, as if I have experienced it personally at some point.

This is the midwinter season, the sky is leaden gray, and the clouds are graceful and thick, flowing from the cold mountains far away, dragging them all the way into the heart of the earth.The snow had accumulated for about a foot, enough to reach his ankles, and it was freezing cold. Even though he was wearing a big helmet, he was still no match for the piercing chill.

Chu Wanning looked down at the azure fur coat, which was embroidered with delicate curly grass patterns with silver silk thread. He felt that this cloak looked familiar, but this familiarity was fleeting and would not be captured soon.

"..."

I don't understand why I would have such a dream of living and suffering. Chu Wanning was about to stand up, but his body didn't look like his own. He still knelt on the ground motionless until the frost and snow covered his shoulders, and his eyelashes were condensed with ice beads. Still no intention of getting up.

"Master Chu, the sun is getting dark, His Majesty will not see you tonight, let's go back."

A trembling old voice sounded behind him.

In the dream, I didn't look back, footsteps sounded behind me, someone creaked and stepped on the snow, and put an umbrella around him.

Chu WanNing heard himself say: "Thank you Liu Gong. You are old, go back to the waterside to rest first, I can still hold on."

"Master..."

The old voice wanted to say something more, Chu Wanning said: "Go back."

The weak voice sighed, dragging heavy steps, took a few steps, and then turned back again, holding the umbrella for Chu Wanning.

"The old slave is with the master."

Chu Wanning felt that he closed his eyes slightly in the dream and stopped talking.

He couldn't help but feel more and more strange, this is really a very absurd dream.Both myself and the old man had an incomprehensible conversation.

The "Your Majesty" and "Grand Liu" are not the realm of self-cultivation he is familiar with, but rather like a deep palace.

He tried hard to see the dream scene through the body and through the lowered eyelids.It looks like the pinnacle of death and life here, but it is a little different.

The houses are basically the same as before, but many extravagant small items have been added.The corridors around the courtyard are hung with snow-blue embroidered star curtains, and are tied with auspicious beasts containing pearls and octagonal incense bells. When the wind blows, they jingle, and the fine bell sounds seem to come from the universe.

He knelt facing the main hall, and there was a row of guards standing in front of the hall, who were dressed in clothes he had never seen before, who belonged to some sect.

It was getting dark gradually, and a row of maids with high buns came out of the side gate. They lit up two bronze standing lamps on the left and right of the verandah. The lamp stand was as tall as a person. There are 49 twig copper begonias in Qiqi, the core of the begonias is brightly lit, and the candlelight is scattered one by one, just like the stars of the Milky Way in the sky, reflecting the brilliance in front of the palace.

When the lamp was lit, the leading palace lady glanced at Chu Wanning, and sneered strangely: "It's cold and cold at night, who will show such suffering? Your majesty and empress are enjoying themselves, even if you kneel to the end of time, No one sympathizes with you."

How presumptuous!

Chu Wanning lived to this day, how could anyone dare to talk to him like this, he couldn't help being furious, but he opened his mouth, the voice was his own voice, but he couldn't help but say something else.

"I didn't come here this time to disturb his elegant mood. I really have something important to talk about. I would like to ask the girl to report."

"Who are you? Why should I report for you?" The big court lady said contemptuously, "When Your Majesty and Your Majesty are in a strong friendship, who dares to disturb them? If you want to see Your Majesty, just keep kneeling, Your Majesty tomorrow." Get up, maybe I can still take a look at you, hum."

The old slave behind Chu Wanning couldn't listen anymore, and tremblingly said: "I know that your mother is favored, but don't you see who you are talking to? Don't you leave three points of virtue?"

"Who am I talking to? In this summit of life and death, who doesn't know that His Majesty hates him the most? What respect do I need when I talk to him! You old bastard has the guts to teach me a lesson!" The beautiful lady's eyes widened , said angrily, "Come on!"

"What are you going to do!" Cang Cang couldn't help but take two steps forward, and stood in front of Chu Wanning.

The maid glared at him, and said softly: "Turn out the two pots of charcoal fire outside."

"Yes!"

Someone came over immediately and extinguished the charcoal basin growing in the courtyard.

Chu WanNing thought to herself, although the maid is hard-spoken, she is not a fool after all.It was a cold day, so she didn't need to fight directly with the other party, and she didn't need to talk about it.As long as two pots of charcoal are extinguished, the yard will be like an ice cave, and no matter how good the body is, it may not be able to bear it for half a night.

The night is getting deeper, and the hall is warm with spring feasts, singing and dancing, and dancing and music.

Chu Wanning is still kneeling, her legs and feet are numb.

"Grandmaster... go back..."

The old slave's voice was already crying.

"Go back, your body is important, and you know His Majesty. If you are frozen, I am afraid you will not send a medical officer to take a look. You have to take care of yourself."

Chu Wanning said softly: "With a broken body, what a shame. If he can prevent him from entering the Kunlun Treading Snow Palace, I will not regret my death."

"Grandmaster! You, why are you doing this..."

In the dream, Chu Wanning was extremely weak. He coughed a few times, but his eyes were still clear: "He has today, it's all my fault. I...cough cough."

Before the words were finished, there was another violent cough that made the heart beat. Chu Wanning covered his mouth with his sleeves, and his throat was sweet. When he put down his sleeves, he saw blood on his hands, dripping and glaring.

"Master Chu!"

"I……"

Chu Wanning wanted to say something more, but his eyes were dark, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and fell into the snow and ice.

There was endless chaos in his ears, like a sudden turmoil, or like the sea was surging through layers of curtains, so that he couldn't hear the noise around him clearly.

He only vaguely heard the old slave shouting in panic, and a few sporadic words drifted into his ears.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—please—"

"Master Chu, Master Chu is dying, please see him, this old servant is willing to die—"

The surroundings gradually became chaotic, the footsteps were complicated, and the lights were brightly lit.

The sound of the drum music and the woman's sweet singing stopped suddenly. It seemed that the door of the palace was opened, and a burst of fragrant and fragrant wind rushed out wrapped in the warmth of the room.Chu WanNing felt that someone picked him up and brought him to a warm palace.A big hand touched his forehead, only touched it for a while, and then withdrew it as if being stabbed.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar deep male voice hissed dangerously.

"Why don't you report to me?"

No one answered.

The man was suddenly furious, and with a bang, he seemed to have smashed a pile of heavy objects. He roared angrily, accumulating the power of thunder.

"Are you against each other? He is the owner of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, the master of this seat! He is kneeling here, but none of you came to report to this seat? Why didn't you report!!"

With a plop, someone knelt down, trembling, and it was the grand palace lady who flaunted her power earlier.

"Your servant is guilty of capital punishment. The servant sees that His Majesty and Empress are in good spirits, so I dare not disturb you..."

The man walked back and forth for a few laps, but his anger didn't stop growing. His black gold-rimmed robe fluttered on the ground like a black cloud, and finally stopped, his voice distorted to the extreme.

"He is not in good health and is afraid of the cold. If you don't report me, let him wait in the snow, and you... you also extinguished the charcoal fire in the courtyard..."

His voice was trembling with anger, and finally he took a deep breath, and a sentence rumbled from his throat.

Those words did not sound loud, but the murderous intent in them made people feel cold all over.

"You want him to die."

The palace maid was so frightened that her face turned pale, she slammed her head on the ground, her forehead was bruised, she trembled her lips and said sharply: "No! No! How dare this servant have such thoughts! Your Majesty! Your Majesty is wronged! "

"Drag it on. The death penalty will be imposed on the stage of good and evil."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty—"

The sharp voice was like bloody nails scraping through the pinnae, and the dream began to shake and disintegrate amidst her screams, and the surrounding scenes scattered and collapsed like snowflakes.

"How much thought did I spend to get him back from the gate of hell. No one is allowed to hurt even a finger of him except this seat..."

The hoarse voice was very cold, but it was because of the extreme coldness that it gave birth to some ferocious madness.

Chu Wanning felt that the person approached and stopped in front of him.

A hand pinched his chin.

He opened his eyes vaguely, trying to see the person's appearance clearly. In the dazzling light and shadow, he saw a blurred face. The person had dark and deep eyebrows, straight nose, and black eyes. Like ink satin, there are faint strands of purple in the candlelight.

"...Ink burning?"

"Master!"

The voice suddenly became clear.

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in the room of the inn, the sky was still dark, and a single bean lamp was shaking on the candlestick.

Mo Ran was sitting on the side of the couch, one hand was covering his forehead, the other was supporting the bed, and he was looking at him anxiously.

"how do I……"

He was in a trance for a moment, the dream just now was so real that he couldn't recover for a while.

"You're having a nightmare, and you've been shaking." Mo Ran pulled the quilt for him, "I think you seem to be very cold, I'm afraid you have a fever, but luckily you don't."

Chu Wanning snorted and turned to look at the slightly open window.The sky outside was still gray and dark, and the night was still deep.

"I had a dream, and it was snowing heavily in the dream."

He murmured something, then stopped.

Chu WanNing sat up, buried her face in her palm, and after a while, sighed, "I'm probably tired."

"I'm going to make a bowl of ginger tea for Master." Mo Ran looked at his pale face worriedly, "Master, your complexion is so bad."

"..."

Seeing that Chu Wanning didn't make a sound, Mo Ran sighed, without thinking too much, and habitually pressed his forehead against his cold and sweaty forehead.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as if you are willing."

Chu Wanning was slightly startled by such a sudden intimacy, and leaned back subconsciously: "...um."

Mo Ran was also sleepy and confused, and rubbed his hair as in the previous life, then put on his coat and ran downstairs to borrow the kitchen.After a while, a beech tray was brought up.

Mo Ranfei is a person with a heart like grass and trees. Chu Wanning came to Taohuayuan to save him and protect him well. No matter how much resentment he had towards this person before, at this moment, he is always grateful.

On the tray was a pot of steaming ginger tea and a small jar of Tujia brown sugar.He remembered that Chu Wanning didn't like to eat choking things, but he liked sweetness.

In addition to ginger tea, he also asked the kitchen for a white flour steamed bun.The steamed buns are cut into thin slices, soaked in fresh milk, deep-fried in an oil pan, and sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar. It is a simple but delicious snack.

Chu Wanning drank ginger tea slowly, his face gradually became bloody, and his white fingertips picked up a piece of milky steamed bun, looked at it for a long time and asked, "What is this?"

"I made it casually, and I haven't named it yet." Mo Ran scratched his head, "Master, taste it, it's sweet."

Chu Wanning doesn't like fried food and is tired of greasy food, but when he heard the word "sweet", he still hesitated, took a piece to his lips, and took a bite.

"Well……"

"Is it delicious?" Mo Ran asked tentatively.

Chu Wanning glanced at him, didn't speak, then took another piece and ate slowly with ginger tea.

A pot of tea and a plate of snacks quickly came to an end, and the nightmare disappeared like smoke and snow in such warmth. Chu Wanning yawned and lay back on the bed again: "Sleep."

"Wait a minute." Mo Ran raised his hand suddenly, and wiped the corner of Chu Wanning's lips with his fingers, "Dim sum scum."

"..."

Seeing the young man in front of him smiling frankly, Chu Wanning couldn't help but feel his ears burning, turned his face and said "um", and then ignored him.

Mo Ran collected the dishes and went downstairs to return them. When he came up again, he saw Chu Wanning fell asleep facing the wall, and he didn't know if he fell asleep.

He stepped forward, put down the gauze curtain lightly, and suddenly heard Chu Wanning say: "It's cold at night, don't sleep on the ground."

"That……"

Chu Wanning hung her slender eyelids, and wanted him to stay with her, but "sleep next to me" couldn't say it after struggling for a long time, but the tips of her ears became hotter and hotter.

I feel sorry for him and don't want him to sleep on the floor, and I like him and don't want him to leave.

But with such a thin skin, he clearly knows that even if he opens his mouth, the other party will definitely reject him, and he will completely lose face at that time, even imagining it makes him feel sad.

It's better to be Xia Sini, the appearance of a child can always be self-willed.

——But Mo Ran treated him well today, and even remembered that when he drank ginger tea, he liked to put enough brown sugar, so can he think that Mo Ran actually cares about him to some extent...

This kind of thought made Chu Wanning couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart, his head was fainted, and he blurted out.

"Go up and sleep."

"Then I'll go and see if the next door has stopped. If it stops, I'll go back to my room."

This sentence was said almost at the same time. After Mo Ran finished speaking, he realized what Chu Wanning said, and opened his eyes slightly.

"That would be great."

Chu Wanning agreed almost without thinking, as if he was anxious to cover up the previous sentence.

"Go back."

"Master, you..."

"I'm tired, you go."

"...Well then, Master, rest early."

The young man left, and the door creaked open and closed.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes in the dark night, his heartbeat was fast, his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't help being embarrassed by his gaffe just now.

If he has been alone for a long time, a little care and concern from others will make him think that it is rare warmth.

Like a fool.

He turned over in frustration, buried his face in the pillow mat, and fell into a deep self-loathing.I know that what Mo Ran likes is Shi Mingjing, and I am just a cold and polite master and apprentice with myself, but...

The person in the dream seemed to appear clearly in front of him again.

The facial features are exactly the same, but it seems to be older than the current Mo Ran.

When looking at himself, his expression was surly and paranoid, and his pupils were so deep that it was impossible to see clearly.

With a "squeak", the door opened again.

Chu Wanning froze for a moment, her back was tense, like a horn bow that was pulled to the extreme.

A person walked to the bed, Chi Xu was silent, he felt that the person sat down on the side of the couch, and there was some unique breath from the fabric when he returned.

"Master, are you asleep?"

No one paid him any attention.

Mo Ran continued to speak on his own, with a very peaceful voice, as if he was talking about homework: "The next door is still making trouble." He smiled softly, leaned over and supported his side face, and lay beside Chu Wanning, his eyes Passing over the man's apparently stiff back.

"Master just let me sleep, do you still count?"

"..."

"Master always doesn't like to talk to people. If you don't talk, I will be a master and I am willing again."

"……Humph."

Hearing the depths of the bed, the man snorted softly, Mo Ran bent his eyes, and his black and purple eyes were full of smiles.

If doting on Shizun is a habit, then teasing Shizun is a game he never gets tired of.

For Chu Wanning's feelings, Mo Ran himself has never had a clear definition, but from time to time he will feel itchy when he sees this person, wanting to show his tiger teeth, and gnaw on him with a grin, making him unable to help crying or holding back. Can't stop laughing - although most of the time it's just Mo Ran's wishful thinking.

But as long as there is such a slight emotional change on that cold and snowy face, it is because of himself, Mo Ran will feel extra excited.

"Master."

"Ah."

"It's okay, I'll call you."

"..."

"Master."

"If you have something to say, it's okay to go away."

"Hahaha." Mo Ran laughed, and suddenly thought of something, half joking and half seriously asking, "I was thinking about it just now, and I think Junior Brother Xia and Master are too similar, Master, is he your son?" ?”

“……………………”

Chu Wanning probably had too many ups and downs in one night, and was depressed at this time.Hearing that Mo Ran was making fun of him like this, he couldn't help being a little annoyed.

"Pfft, I'm teasing Shizun, Shizun doesn't have to—"

"Yes." Chu Wanning responded coldly, "He is my son."

The ink burned and smiled: "Oh, I just said, it turned out to be a son-wait! Son??!"

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Mo Ran opened his eyes and opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Ererer—son?"

"Yeah." Chu Wanning simply turned sideways, turned around and looked at Mo Ran solemnly, with a serious face, which did not look fake at all.

There are too many wrong things done tonight, I'm afraid it will be suspicious.Since Mo Ran wants to make this joke, it is better to take advantage of the chaos to make a bad one, anyway, he is determined not to let Mo Ran see that he likes him.

Thinking this way, Chu Wanning coldly regained the dignity she had lost just now, and said calmly: "Xia Sini is my illegitimate son, and he himself was kept in the dark about this matter. Know, if a third person knows, I don't want your dog's life."

Ink burning: "........."

The author has something to say: Baa qaqz is really cold recently, don’t catch a cold

So let's take a look at how everyone keeps warm~

Mo Ran 0.5: Chu Wanning, come and hug me for a while.

Chu Wanning: Don't you have a queen?

Mo Ran 0.5: Come on, drag the queen down and blow it up.

Chu Wanning:...

Mo Ran 0.5: You are the only one now, come and warm me up.

Chu Wanning: Cold-blooded devil, get out of here.

Mo Ran 1.0: It's so cold, I want to keep warm, why no one cares about me... Then I'd better drink more hot water.

Feed the Fish 2.0: It's okay, I can bear it.

Xue Meng: Cold?No, I am young and strong.

Teacher Mei: It's so cold...Young master, Ah Ran, you should wear more, huh...

Chu Wanning: [This person is afraid of the cold, and refuses to come out under the quilt]... What are you talking about in the cultivation world for heating, liar, shameless!