Desire for shadows

On a certain iceberg in the northern cold country that is far away from the Duanmu Dynasty, two men who looked rather thin were walking upwind on the iceberg with difficulty.The two of them seemed to have been walking for quite some time. They had already reached the halfway up the mountain, and their physical strength was gradually failing to keep up, and their pace slowly slowed down.Although both of them were wearing thick fur coats, the bitter cold wind kept blowing in front of them, which was strong and biting.

This iceberg is very high, and it is the famous iceberg in the northern cold - Cenling Mountain. It is said that the top of this mountain is covered with a thick layer of ice. The ice-white ice reflects a solemn and solemn feeling.In this kind of scene, people will feel how small they are and how vast the world is.

"Master——, let's find a place to rest!" The young boy in the back obviously couldn't hold on any longer, and shouted loudly while panting.

"Okay!" The young man in front turned his head and responded loudly, stopping and waiting for the young man behind to catch up.

The two of them stared at the snowflakes flying all over the sky with their eyes wide open. They were completely confused. They couldn't see the direction at all, and they couldn't see if there was any place to rest.

The two slowly moved forward shoulder to shoulder, carefully looking around to see if there is any place for a temporary rest, or even just a corner sheltered from the wind.

Finally, the two found a recessed place. They said it was a small place, but it was really a small place. The two of them squatted in the recessed place and felt crowded, but there was nothing else to be picky about now. It is very lucky to have such a place to shelter from the wind.

At this time, the sky was a bit dark, and it was no longer suitable to go on. The master and the servant planned to spend the night in this small place, and waited for dawn before going on the road.Taking out the frozen dry food, the two of them took two bites.No one can eat the hard ones, but they have to force themselves to swallow them to fill their stomachs, so that they have some energy to continue on the road tomorrow.

Looking at the young man beside him, the young man was a little moved in his heart. Although this man was his servant, he followed him all the way to the north and south, and went to a country with one or another just for the sake of his seemingly illusory illusion. It was wind, food and sleep, hungry and full, but he never followed behind him without complaint, even in a place like this where he might lose his life at any time, he followed him with his burden without the slightest hesitation.

"Master! Look—" Following the direction of the boy's finger, the man vaguely saw a figure, "Is that a person?"

"Why would someone appear in this place?" As early as when the master and servant went up the mountain, the residents at the bottom of the mountain told them that the mountain was extremely dangerous, and no one went up the mountain on weekdays. So when did this person go up the mountain?

"I gonna go see--"

"Master, I'll go with you—"

The man held down the boy who was about to get up, and slowly and carefully approached the figure alone.He felt a little pity for this young man. (Purely, I just feel that he is very loyal and has suffered a lot of pain and love. I have absolutely no other thoughts.)

As he slowly approached, the man gradually saw clearly that it was a young man in a fiery red singlet, with waist-length black hair blowing away with the strong wind.The man didn't know why this young man, who didn't seem to be as old as his own ink color from the back, appeared in this place.

The man walked to the front of the boy, and saw a delicate and somewhat familiar face.But there was no trace of expression on that delicate face, it was wooden and empty, like a ceramic doll without a soul, which would break when touched.

"What's wrong with you?" The man asked softly, but he was submerged in the howling snow, and he couldn't even hear him.

How could he appear here?The man couldn't understand why a young man who should be enjoying thousands of favors appeared in Cen Ling like this?

"His Highness Shang!—His Fourteenth—" the man shouted in front of the young man, but he didn't get any response.Helpless, the man had no choice but to do it himself, taking the boy's hand and walking towards the groove just now.

Without any resistance, the boy was pulled away step by step by the man.

"Master! This is—" Looking at the exquisite young man brought back by his young master, Mo Se was a little surprised. He never expected to see such a beautiful young man in such a ghostly place.

"This is the fourteenth prince of Duanmu." The man introduced. It was at that banquet that he saw this honored and favored prince for the first and last time. There was nothing unusual about the seat.Although he had no expression at that time, he didn't care about his surroundings, but he wasn't completely like a shell like he is now.

"The Fourteenth Prince? Then why is he here? And he—" Mo Se finally realized that after talking so much with his young master, the young man didn't even say a word, and he didn't even change his expression. It was really strange. .

The man quickly picked up the bundle, trying to find a thicker piece of clothing out of it.But apart from the two sets they wore, there was nothing else.

Looking at the package with only paper, pen and dry food, the man sighed.

"Master—" Mo Se watched the man's movements and exclaimed.

All I saw was that the man unbuttoned the funds and the clothes in front of him, and wrapped the boy in his arms. The boy's icy body made the man tremble as if he was sleeping on an ice bed.

"Master—" Seeing his young master's lips turning purple from the cold, but still holding the boy in his arms desperately, he couldn't help worrying about his young master.Don't let the two of you freeze in the snow all over the sky.

"It's okay——" the man protected the heat, while enduring the coldness in his arms, gradually feeling the warmth of the person in his arms, and a smile appeared on his face.

With flying snow all over the sky, patches of white snow, and freezing temperature, Shang didn't know how long he had been standing in this place, gradually Shang couldn't feel his existence anymore.Where are you?Why are you here?

Heartbeat, why is there a heartbeat?Hot, why is it hot?At some point, Shang realized that he was back again.came back?Where are you back?

Shang slowly looked at the environment he was in, saw the two big hands in front of him, then looked at the fur coat that seemed to be wrapped around him, felt the heartbeat behind him, Shang found that he seemed to be hugged by someone of.

Shang tried hard to turn, wanting to know who would appear in this icy world, who would save him despite the danger of freezing to death.

"You're awake!" Hearing the pleasantly surprised voice, Shang nodded.Where do you seem to have seen it?Shang thought back to when he had seen this man, Shang felt the breath of this man's body while thinking back.

"Di——" With a light but sure voice, Shang knew who this man was—Di, the emperor of the four gentlemen of heaven and earth, and the gentlest one among the four sons.He was also the painter Luo Yue sent to compete.

"Huh?" The man didn't hear clearly what Shang was saying, "My name is Shen Mingfeng, Your Highness the Fourteenth." Shen Mingfeng smiled, without any embarrassment of waking up because of the person in his arms.

Shang was not surprised by Shen Mingfeng's address.

Looking at Shang who was no longer speaking, but was still obediently staying in his arms, Shen Mingfeng let out a long breath [Shen Mingfeng is the emperor.Duanmu is the dark emperor. If there is nothing, there is nothing].

Mo Se looked curiously at the prince who was still quiet when he woke up, and kept staring at Shang.I have never seen the ink color of the royal family. I always have a yearning for the royal family, and the ink color is the same.This is the most beloved prince of the Duanmu Dynasty, no wonder.Mo Se admired in his heart.

Shang didn't dislike the black gaze, it was just a very simple and full of curiosity. Shang didn't mind, and continued to stay in Shen Mingfeng's arms with his eyes closed. It was so hot that Shang didn't want to go out at all. Even if he is not afraid of the cold at all.

After one night, the sky was already bright, and the heavy snow had stopped. There were snowflakes everywhere, and there was silence.The ground is connected to the sky, a piece of gray.

Shen Mingfeng was about to set off again.But Shang Qingming looked like he hadn't slept all night.

Mo Se was very embarrassed and took out yesterday's hard dry food and handed it to Shang, wondering if Shang could eat it or not.

Looking at the ice-like pancake in front of him, Shang hesitated for a moment, as if he was eating some intoxicating snack, and suddenly felt that this pancake was not as bad as yesterday.

While looking at Shang, Mo Se ate the big cake in his hand, and before he knew it, Mo Se ate most of it.

And since Shang had been staying in his fur coat all the time, and he had to wrap his hands around the lapel to prevent the skirt from slipping off, Shen Mingfeng was completely unable to free up his hands to eat the brick-like pancake.

After Shang finished eating half of the pancake in his hand, he turned his head to look at the smiling Shen Mingfeng, and suddenly remembered that Shen Mingfeng's two hands were still on his body, so he took the remaining half in his hand and approached Shen Mingfeng's mouth .

Shen Mingfeng looked at the pancake by his mouth in astonishment, then smiled again, and bit into the pancake in one bite, eating the remaining half with just Shang's hand.Shang saw that Shen Mingfeng had bitten the last half, and quickly retracted into his clothes.

Shen Mingfeng looked at Shang and thought about what to do with Shang. It was impossible for him to keep walking forward with Shang in his arms, not to mention the inconvenient movement. If he walked like this, both of them would definitely freeze to death.