It turns out that I am the white moonlight of the cold boss [Rebirth]

The heat of the Zhanhua Festival gradually dissipated, and there were only a few small vendors on the street who were closing their stalls, slowly and leisurely, and the lights of the small stalls were dim, like scattered chess pieces on a chessboard after a fight.

A few Snow Tribe children ran past Qiulan playfully, but were attracted by his black hair, and looked back at him curiously.

Qiu Lan looked pale, looked back at the children in confusion, and showed a far-fetched smile.

The leading child looked to be about the same age as Yi Zheng, and already looked like a little adult. His silver hair was coiled up with a hairpin, and a finger-sucking finger was carried on his back. Two pairs of identical big eyes, like grapes, were stunned together. He stared straight at Qiu Lan's face.

Like seeing something strange.

Qiu Lan didn't understand why she raised her hand to touch her face, and asked tentatively, "Is there something on my face?"

The children shook their heads in unison.

"Brother, are you an attendant of Feixue Palace? Why haven't you returned to the palace yet? It's very dangerous for you humans to run outside alone."

When Qiu Lan heard this, a feeling of astringency filled his heart. The Human Race is to the Snow Race, just like ants are to the Human Race. They are existences that can be crushed to death with a finger. The life of the Human Race is too fragile, so he will not return to Feixue Palace , where can I go?

If Yi Guixue was determined to kill him, how could he escape?

He took a step back, his throat was stuck, and it took him a long time to speak out with difficulty: "I... I'll be back in a while."

The child carrying the child blushed inexplicably: "Yeah, my brother is so good-looking, if he doesn't go back, he will be taken away by the bad guys."

After speaking, he ran away with a bunch of half-grown children as if fleeing for his life.

A layer of confusion floated in Qiu Lan's eyes. Shen Yucheng's face was [-]% similar to his. He looked handsome with a bit of softness, and he looked very gentle even without smiling. In the Snow Clan, it is really not outstanding.

Probably the child was exaggerating on purpose, let's play with him, Qiu Lan didn't think much, looked up, and found that in just a short while, most of the people in the market had dispersed, and it was empty. He was standing in the dark, with no lights around him. .

If you don't go back, the gate of the palace will be closed.

Qiu Lan couldn't help but clenched her palms tightly, and looked in the direction of Feixue Palace from a distance, unable to advance or retreat for a while.

A teasing voice suddenly came from behind: "Why is there a cat here who doesn't want to go back to the master's house? Why, did your master abuse you?"

Casually, like a thunderclap, Qiu Lan suddenly turned around, her almond eyes widened, and saw a figure walking in front of her from the darkness.

The hem of the white gown is dotted with snowflakes, the embroidery is exquisite, the wide sleeves are casual, the long silver hair is loosely tied, the outstanding appearance, and the faint smile on the corner of the mouth.

It turned out to be Lin Ci.

Qiu Lan's throat was dry, and he wanted to take back his preface. If it was the same death, he would rather be killed by Yi Guixue.

And he has clearly felt Lin Ci's malice towards him more than once.

Qiu Lan lowered her eyes nervously: "The general was joking, and this servant is going to return to the palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ci suddenly leaned over, and the fragrance of peach blossoms became stronger and stronger. Qiu Lan looked at his brightly smiling eyes, and in a daze, his right hand was caught by a big hand.

When he realized that he had no time to break free, Lin Ci's hands were very strong and merciless.

Qiu Lan felt that his hands must be blue, he took a deep breath, and heard Lin Ci laughing: "Little Mao'er, why don't you go home with me, I will love you very much."

Qiulan:?

What number of ways is this?

He was a little flustered, and swallowed: "I am the prince's attendant, if I disappear, the king and His Highness will look for me."

"Really?" Lin Ci tilted his head and the corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcasm, "You think too highly of yourself."

Qiu Lan opened her mouth to defend herself, but found that she couldn't make a sound, and then a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and she fell into a warm embrace in a daze.

I regret it so much, he should have returned to Feixue Palace early in the morning, if he was given another chance, he would definitely run back to Feixue Palace as soon as possible.

No, he shouldn't have come to participate in any flower festival at all, and all he encountered was bad luck.

Feixue Palace, Dazheng Palace.

It's been cold and cold for ten years, there are no maids, no attendants, and there will always be loneliness and silence as companions here.

The silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. The owner of the footsteps did not hide at all, regardless of the majesty of the master of the hall. The only person in the entire Snow Clan who dared to do this was Yi Zheng, the prince of the Snow Clan.

His father never personally raised him since he was a child, which made him grow into a rebellious character, and he was unwilling to even speak to Xue Wang on his own initiative.

It is rare to take the initiative to step into the Grand Palace this time.

Yi Guixue was sitting behind the desk, still wearing the white clothes she wore when she was praying for blessings on the Blossom Festival, she gently rolled up the painting in her hand before raising her head.

"Father, Shen Yucheng is gone. Send someone to find him." Yi Zheng put his hands down in front of the desk, his upper body leaning forward, his face full of anxiety.

Yi Guixue started to deal with government affairs, and said indifferently: "What do you want him for? It's just a servant, if you lose it, find another one."

"I don't want other waiters! I just want him! He's different from others!" Yi Zheng's voice unconsciously carried a bit of crying.

Yi Guixue frowned, put down the pen in her hand, her face was slightly cold: "It's nothing different, Yi Zheng, he's just an ordinary human, not your mother, no matter how close you are or how delusional you are, he won't It's your mother."

With these words, he was reminding Yi Zheng, and he was also reminding himself that he was afraid that one day he would be obsessed with ghosts, fall into the beautiful dream woven by those almond eyes, voluntarily fall into a deep sleep, and become intoxicated.

Yi Zheng's heart was suddenly punctured, his face turned red all of a sudden, and he stepped back angrily, his almond eyes, which resembled Qiu Lan's, were flushed, but he didn't shed tears in order to be a man.

He bit his lip, sniffed his nose, and suddenly realized: "You drove him away, right? You never showed up at the Zhanhua Festival. Today is the first time. You drove him away. You are too bad." , you bad guy! I'll go find him myself!"

After speaking, he turned around and ran away, leaving behind a series of footsteps that seemed to vent his anger.

Yi Guixue looked at the small back, picked up the pen and wanted to start dealing with government affairs again, but couldn't help but squeeze the pen tightly, unable to calm down at all.

That person didn't want to go back to the palace, it was indeed his handwriting, but he didn't regret what he did today, he watched that person being taken away by Lin Ci with a cold eye.

Yi Zheng is a child, easily bewitched, he is not, keeping a person who looks like Qiu Lan but is not Qiu Lan in the palace will be a disaster after all.

He wants to kill the signs, protect their children, and wait for Qiu Lan to come back to see them.

Otherwise Qiu Lan would be unhappy.

Qiu Lan woke up from the beautiful fragrance of peach blossoms. He opened his eyes, looked at the pink gauze curtain and the delicate golden hooks, and turned his head to look at the side of the bed.

The gauze curtain was hanging down, and there was light outside, but there seemed to be no one.

So he sat up, pushed away the soft pink quilt, and slowly recalled what happened before he fainted. It was a good sign that Lin Ci didn't directly kill him.

He lowered his head, and found that his coat was gone, and he had replaced it with a soft white lining, silky and smooth to the touch. The room was burning with peach blossom incense, mahogany table, small footchair, and exquisite decorations. This room looked like a lady from a rich family. boudoir.

With a sound of "squeak", someone pushed open the carved wooden door, walked in carelessly, walked to the side of the bed step by step, and sat down.

Qiu Lan blinked: "What on earth is the general trying to do? I didn't return to the palace last night, so I must be punished."

It doesn't look like this posture is trying to torture him.

Lin Ci rolled the curtain into the hook, and the sunlight came in through the wide open wooden window, just smudged on Qiu Lan's face, and smudged his eyeballs into a strange amber color, light and light.

Lin Ci's hands paused, he stared at Qiu Lan's face for a while without speaking, and was stunned for a moment.

Qiu Lan felt uncomfortable, pulled up the quilt to cover herself, and called softly: "General?"

Only then did Lin Ci react as if he had just woken up from a dream, his face suddenly became ugly, his eyes were very unfriendly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, and pinched Qiu Lan's chin with his slender and strong fingers.

Qiu Lan was so painful that he uttered a soft "hiss" in an instant, he stopped struggling uselessly, and was half-raised by Lin Ci's hand.

"What do I want to do? Am I helping you?"

"You don't want to go back to Feixue Palace, do you mean it sincerely or do you want to take the opportunity to attract the King's attention?"

"How about we take a look, will the king come to you?"

Every time he said a word, the strength in Lin Ci's hand became stronger, and the jealousy in his eyes eroded like a poisonous snake.

Qiu Lan trembled with jaw pain, rational tears appeared in her eyes, and she couldn't utter a word.

Lin Ci finally let go of his hand mercifully, and suddenly laughed again, with a smile as bright as a peach.

As soon as Qiu Lan's jaw was freed, she shrank her whole body back. Seeing Lin Ci laughing wildly with cold eyes, she suddenly said, "What are you afraid of? Afraid that I, a human race, will snatch the king away? The majestic General Lin Ci even has such confidence No, you are pathetic."