snow white his stepmother

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and then the door was opened angrily, and a fat manservant shouted violently: "My God! Princess! Don't you know what time it is? Even if your head Not sober! But you ought to know the time too! For God's sake, hurry, at once, to the dining-room!"

After he finished yelling, he saw An Jie who was standing beside him, and immediately said in a strange manner: "Oh, my god, I am really ashamed to meet my concubine in my room, this is a betrayal of the prince! "

An Jie and Snow did not speak, they looked at each other, An Jie took a step forward and closed the door.

The manservant inexplicably felt the temperature of the room drop. Although he used to yell at the Snow White in front of him like this before, this princess was always indifferent and didn't respond at all. No matter how arrogant he was, it was boring, but today he made him Something is wrong.

He couldn't help taking a step back, but looking into Snow's gloomy eyes, he couldn't help threatening sternly: "As long as I let others know about this, noble princess, your life will immediately fall into misfortune!"

Snow slightly opened the corners of his mouth, but his smile felt deliberate and stiff: "If you could be a dedicated servant and guard my room dutifully, the current incident would not happen."

"you!"

"Shh..." Snow put his finger on his mouth and let out a soft hiss, causing the servant to close his mouth unconsciously.

Snow walked up to the fat man, put his hands on his shoulders, and gently and slowly moved them to his neck and the back of his head.

Snow's hand was skinny and cold, and when it touched the skin, it would only make people shudder.

The manservant shivered. He felt that the room was too cold, as if it was winter. The devil blew the cold wind to the back of his head, making him shiver.

"you……"

Snow looked gentle and his voice was low: "Look, you know my biggest secret, do you think you can..."

With a "click", the head of the servant was snapped off by Snow, his eyes were wide open, and the momentary severe pain separated his head from his body.

An Jie came from behind, pierced the servant's heart with a dagger, and told him to die completely.

An Jie drew out his dagger and hid the body of the servant under the bed.

He found water and a handkerchief, and wiped away the exposed blood on the ground.

Snow went to the mirror, took the scissors and cut his hair short. After An Jie cleaned up the traces, he went out the door after seeing such a scene.

Passing through the pocket-sized forest garden, there happened to be two guards patrolling here outside. An Jie had a gentle smile on his face like the first melting of spring snow, and his attitude was so respectful that no one could pick a thorn in his face: "Two distinguished guards, The princess inside needs your help with a little matter, a fat goat died inside, I would like to trouble you to move the body away.”

The two guards looked at each other, nodded to An Jie, and walked in.

Snow cut his hair very short, completely exposing his thin and gloomy face. Violence and lifelessness coexisted in his eyes, but he tried to cover it up with false tenderness, full of uncomfortable incongruity.

At this time, An Jie came in with two sets of guard clothes. He was slightly injured, and his chest was cut open with a knife, but the vitals were blocked by the iron hoop, so only a little blood was left.

Snow glanced at it, took the guard's suit from An Jie, changed it quickly, and put on a helmet to cover most of his face.

An Jie on the other end was a little bit exhausted because of the fight with someone, and sat on the head of the bed panting as if he had taken off his clothes.

Snow came over, touched the wound on An Jie's chest not too gently, and pressed the unsightly iron hoop again, causing An Jie to frown in pain, the black liquid between the iron hoop and the flesh So get squeezed out.

Snow dipped his hand a little, and under An Jie's gaze, he stuck out his tongue to lick the liquid off his fingertips with a smile, and said in a low voice, "It's so bitter."

An Jie's frown was loosened, and he smiled slightly. He propped his body back with his hands, and raised his head, revealing his terrifying chest and sharp collarbone and neck. On the contrary, his face was full of warmth. It looks beautiful and clean under the sun, and the smiling eyebrows and lips make people want to kiss it inch by inch.

He smiled and asked, "Do you want to kiss me?"

--Why not?

Snow thought to himself, but he didn't speak. He just took off his helmet and threw it aside. He lowered his head and touched An Jie's lips lightly, then stuck out his tongue and scraped the same gentle lips on the opposite side.

Like a child kissing for the first time, it is novel and sweet, reminiscent of the warm honey water in winter, the sweet stamen after the rain, and the mellow liqueur that has been brewed out of the cellar.

"Uh……"

An Jie let out a low groan in pain, because Snow's hand grabbed the iron band on his chest, and even his fingers were caught in it, which made him cry out, and he immediately threw away Snow's hand and frowned and asked, "My dear!" Yes, are you going to kill me?"

Snow opened his mouth slightly, like a naughty child after a successful prank, such as viciously tearing off a butterfly's wings.

He still didn't answer, but just leaned forward, his tall figure covered all the sunlight, so that An Jie could only stay in his shadow.

Snow let go of the guard uniform he had just put on.

His hand moved inch by inch as he had thought about it many times, from beginning to end, stroking what he had thought about before, and also what he had never thought about.

An Jie panted lightly. Now he is very patient, whether it is emotional or physical, whether it is pain or joy, but at this moment he still can't restrain himself.

Because this is a feeling that he has never experienced before, it is too sweet, like a flower that is honeyed by bees in spring, the petals are too open, and the exposed stamens can only tremble in the sun, just like now.

Can only tremble.

Then shudder.

An Jie treated his injuries, put on his guard's clothes and followed Snow out.

They delayed for a long time, but the people in power in the palace did not send anyone else to find Snow, obviously Snow was not an important person.

——Or, in their eyes, Snow is not considered an important figure now.

An Jie really wanted to ask Snow what happened to him in those days before, but when he saw Snow's thin cheek hidden in the helmet, he couldn't ask.

Noticing An Jie's eyes, Snow turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Jie shook his head and said, "It's nothing...what are we going to do now?"

"Go and find the magic mirror of my interesting stepmother." Snow couldn't see the expression on the face hidden under the helmet, and his voice carried a strange interest, "It's the side you've seen before, very Interesting mirror."