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

The sky gradually darkened, and the Hesheng Palace was silent and very cold. The cold wind came in from the cracks in the house, making Qiulan shiver.

He held Yi Zheng in his arms, the child was sleeping soundly, his sleeping face was quiet and lovely, Qiu Lan slowly found the traces of Yi Guixue on the delicate facial features.

But his temperament is not like that at all, he probably followed his rumored mother.

When the cold wind was howling outside, Qiu Lan moved his numb arms, but still no one came to look for this Highness. He tried to wake Yi Zheng up several times, but what he got was dusty feet in his arms. Pedal a few times to show the consequences of impatience.

"Ugh."

Qiu Lan hugged Yi Zheng sideways, stood up, and weighed it, but it wasn't too heavy. He stepped on the snow and walked out of Hesheng Hall, leaving a series of footprints behind him.

The inner palace was a place he had never been to, and the journey was not short. It was a bit difficult for Qiulan in his current mortal body. He walked out of breath, and when he reached the grand gate of the inner palace, he looked up and was shocked by the tall white city wall.

Several Snow Clan guards surrounded him silently, approaching him a little bit aggressively, with unfriendly expressions on their faces.

Then he saw the little highness sleeping soundly in his arms, his face looked like he had seen a ghost.

It's a ghost, since His Royal Highness has become sensible, he no longer allows maids and servants to get close to him, and he has to take care of himself when dressing and washing. Those who dare to approach His Highness are beaten out with spiritual power, and they don't even want to touch people. .

The guards looked at Qiu Lan in awe instantly, what is the origin of this human race?

Or if they are bold enough to sneak up on His Highness while he is asleep, it doesn't make sense. His Highness is the Queen of the Snow God, so it is not so easy to fool.

Surrounded by a group of Snow Clan, other human races were afraid that their legs would become weak from fright, but Qiu Lan was very calm. He didn't understand the shock in the guards' eyes. He wanted to hand over Yi Zheng to the guards, and explained: "I am a servant of the outer palace. I accidentally ran into His Highness while cleaning today. I played with His Highness for a while, and I will trouble you to send His Highness back."

I'm so hungry, I'm going to go back and say something nice to the cook, get a pot of hot water and soak my feet well.

However, he stretched out his hand for a long time, but no one answered it, and the guards retreated in unison, and the scene was very stalemate for a while.

Qiu Lan looked at the guards with a confused face in the cold wind, and sniffed her snot.

But at this time, probably because he left the warm embrace, Yi Zheng twisted uncomfortably, turned his head to Qiu Lan's arms, two small white hands grabbed his front, and shouted in a daze: " Mother."

Qiu Lan's whole body was shaken, her heart was filled with grief, she froze for a long while, she retracted her arms and hugged Yi Zheng back into her arms, her arms tightened unconsciously.

Looking up and seeing the strange eyes of the guards, he excused himself awkwardly: "I didn't teach him this, Your Highness must have fallen asleep."

Of course it wasn't taught by you. The head of the guard has a complicated look on his face. His Highness is never dictated by others. Even the king can't help His Highness, but this human race...

He looked at Qiu Lan: "You follow me to send His Highness back."

Qiu Lan was inexplicable and didn't move: "Brother guard, I don't have to go. If I go back too late, the boss will punish me."

The elder guard didn't give him any face at all: "I'll tell Tuya, hurry up."

The tone did not allow for refutation, before Qiulan could speak again, he turned and walked towards the palace gate.

Qiu Lan dawdled behind, the direction of the development of the matter gave him a vague premonition in his heart, but the chief guard didn't look back at him, he could only helplessly raise his heels.

The snow stopped now, and the tall figure in front walked very fast, and after a few steps, he had to stop and wait for Qiu Lan to catch up.

The Feixue Palace at night was very quiet, and the lights were few. Occasionally, a group of guards passed by, and when they saw them both, they would pay attention to each other.

The black hair walking in the inner palace stood out from a group of silver heads, not to mention the little highness who was never touched by others in his arms.

When he arrived outside Snow King's Great Political Hall, Qiu Lan was already numb from the cold, his face was stiff, his teeth were chattering, and he followed the guards who informed him into the Great Political Hall. At this moment, he didn't even have the energy to think about whether he would see Yi Gui Snow.

Fortunately, there was no one in the hall, the guards took him in and turned around to leave. Qiu Lan stood there in a daze for a while, but still no one appeared, he shivered, and then found the dormitory behind the hall.

The entire Dazheng Hall was deserted, only one lamp was lit, and the furnishings were simple without any extra decorations. Qiu Lan carefully placed Yi Zheng on the big white bed and covered him with a quilt. He reached out and touched Yi Zheng's forehead.

It seems a little hot, but it doesn't seem hot.

He secretly complained about the irresponsibility of the guards, and Yi Guixue didn't arrange a few servants for his son.

Looking around in the dormitory, he saw a stove in an inconspicuous corner. He walked over, and there was a thick layer of ash on the stove. It seemed that it hadn't been used for a long time, and there was some leftover carbon in it.

Qiu Lan lightly lighted up the stove, only adding a little carbon, and wanted to increase the temperature in the house for a while. After finishing all this, he passed his hands over the stove, absorbing some incalculable temperature, Then he turned to leave.

The sound of footsteps came out of the apse, and Yi Zheng, who was lying on the bed, inadvertently opened his eyes wide. The dark eyeballs were extraordinarily energetic, and he had been awake for a long time.

His Highness didn't know why His Highness pretended to be asleep, it was all because of that human's body smelling so good, it smelled like a kitten basking in the sun, which made His Highness not want to move, just paralyzed.

Yi Zheng lifted the quilt directly, with a disgusted expression on his face, this is his father's bedroom, and he doesn't like it at all.

He squatted beside Qiulan's burning stove, thinking to himself, he is not afraid of the cold, but he stretched out his little hand duplicity to cover the flames, and became dazed.

He often imagined what kind of person his mother would be. Others said that mother was a beautiful woman with high cultivation, but Yi Zheng felt that a human race with that warm and pleasant-smelling embrace would be more like His imaginary mother.

The road leading to the outside of the hall was not lit, and shadows flickered in the darkness. As soon as Qiu Lan walked out with her eyes squinted, she saw a tall and slender figure standing in the hall, looking at him with a particularly oppressive feeling.

Qiu Lan was stunned, feeling suddenly embarrassed of being caught, and stared blankly at that person.

It's nothing more than getting together for no reason, and they can also explain that it's because of Guozi's problem that they secretly approached other people's sons.

The man's silver hair was casually draped over his shoulders, he was dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome face like a chiseled axe, as if a god descended, in his black eyes was the winter snow that had not melted for years.

As if stepping on the moon, she appeared in front of Qiu Lan unexpectedly, and caught him off guard.

The king of the Snow Clan, Yi Guixue...

Qiu Lan tried hard to calm himself down, not to get confused, he lowered his eyes: "Your Majesty, the servant has already placed His Highness in the back hall."

Yi Guixue didn't say a word, her gaze pressed down on Qiu Lan's shoulders, sweeping away all the courage he had accumulated just now, this is the coercion of the Snow God, one look can make people want to worship.

In this quiet and strange atmosphere, Yi Guixue finally spoke, her voice was cold: "Come here."

Qiu Lan felt a "thud" in her heart. Under normal circumstances, the Snow King would not be interested in a human race...

He didn't dare to raise his head, and moved little by little in front of Yi Guixue, staring hard at the pair of snow-white satin boots, as if he wanted to stare at the boots.

A slender and strong finger came to his chin unexpectedly, the icy cold touch made Qiu Lan startled, the finger hooked his chin with ease, and raised his face.

Under the coercion of Snow God, he couldn't move.

The smell of cedar on Yi Guixue's body filled his breath, making him dizzy.

Even though she was doing this kind of action, Yi Guixue's expression was still indifferent, she looked at him without any emotion in her eyes, and stared at his face for a long time.

Qiu Lan breathed lightly, Shen Yucheng's face was [-]% similar to his previous face, Yi Guixue shouldn't care about this kind of thing, since I haven't seen him in eight years, maybe I can't even remember what he looks like.

After all, the impression I left on him is not very good, he should be a deliberate and annoying person.

The eyes of the two met in the air, one was indifferent and the other was avoiding.

Yi Guixue's eyes were full of self-mockery, she let go of her fingers, took out a handkerchief as if she thought it was dirty, and wiped her fingertips vigorously.

Only then did Qiu Lan dare to let go of her breath, looking at Yi Guixue's movements, she was speechless.

I didn't ask you to touch it, so if you don't like it, don't touch it.

Yi Guixue stopped looking at him, threw the handkerchief she had wiped on the ground, and said coldly, "Go out."

Qiu Lan paused, her gaze stayed on the veil on the ground for a moment, feeling in a daze that she was the veil that was thrown on the ground.

He lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and he walked out of the Dazheng Hall without looking back, his footsteps hardly concealing his haste.

Knowing it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

After all, I was a person whom I admired and respected since I was a child, so it would be a little uncomfortable to be hated.

When going out, the chief guard who brought Qiu Lan in was still there, leading him out of the inner palace one after another.

Qiu Lan clasped her hands together, drooped her head dejectedly, her throat was uncomfortable, and she was probably going to be sick tomorrow morning.

When he was about to reach the palace gate, a tall snow man in white came up to him, with his wide sleeves fluttering, swinging every step, his bundled silver hair was disheveled by the wind, and he still maintained his aura in the cold wind.

Just looking at it makes people feel colder.

Qiu Lan's footsteps stopped, her head lowered lower and lower, and she tried to shrink behind the chief guard, trying to reduce her sense of existence.

The chief guard stopped and bowed his hands in salute: "General."

Qiu Lan followed suit, staring at the ground covered with a thin layer of snow, and then the fluttering wide sleeves and hem appeared in her sight.

The owner of Guangxiu said in an interesting tone: "It's you, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The Snow Clan who can come and go freely in the inner palace of Feixue Palace at night, and who happens to be known by Qiu Lan, is either General Lin Ci or anyone else.

Qiu Lan looked up guiltily, although Lin Ci was smiling, his gaze was cold, staring at Qiu Lan like a poisonous snake, as if he was judging and assessing the opponent's situation.

Qiu Lan was at a loss for this inexplicable hostility, and was afraid that Lin Ci would mention the jade pendant, so she couldn't help but glance at Lin Ci's waist, which was empty, without wearing anything.

Lin Ci caught his gaze, chuckled, and suddenly approached his ear and lowered his voice: "Are you looking for Yupei?"

The poisonous snake showed his fangs, and his voice was extremely low: "I underestimated you, Human Race."

He pressed the word human race very heavily, squeezed out from between his teeth, he couldn't hide his contempt, and he didn't intend to hide it.

Qiu Lan suddenly raised his head, Lin Ci passed him by with a meaningful smile, and walked towards the direction of the Dazheng Hall.

It's so late, what is he going to Dazheng Hall for?

Qiu Lan's mind unconsciously appeared the scene after Yi Guixue came up that day, as well as the jade pendant wrapped around her wrist...

Rumor has it that Xue Wang and General Lin Ci are not a simple relationship between monarch and minister, what kind of relationship can it be?

Lover...?

But why is he hostile to himself?He just met Yi Guixue once.

Dazheng Hall.

Lin Ci walked to the main entrance of the main hall, raised the hem of his clothes and knelt down, with his forehead on the ground, eyes closed devoutly: "Feng Yadu guards Lin Ci, and pays homage to the king."

There was no sound from the hall, Lin Ci got up as usual, brushed the snow off his body, and walked in slowly.

His Royal Highness, Yi Zheng, walked out of the hall swaggeringly, and didn't even look at Lin Ci when passing by, leaving behind an unruly back.

Lin Ci was stunned for a moment, His Highness has never been close to the Snow King, not to mention sleeping in the Dazheng Hall, the number of times he stepped here is pitiful, it is very strange for His Highness to come out of the Dazheng Hall, is this accident caused by that human race? ?

Lin Ci couldn't help looking at Snow King sitting behind the desk from the corner of his eye.

Snow King half-opened a painting in his hand, the top was pressed with a paperweight, and the bottom was held in his hand, looking at the painting very carefully.

Lin Ci has never seen this painting, but he knows what it is painted on. The king would take it out every night to look at it cherished. He lowered his head and waited quietly.

Yi Guixue's fingers caressed the face of the person in the painting, feeling inexplicably agitated today.

On the painting is a black-haired boy with curved almond eyes and lively facial features, leaning against the Snow God Tree and looking at the person outside the painting. There is a small character in the lower right corner: Wife. Qiulan.

And the signature of the three characters of flamboyant - Yi Guixue.

After a long time, the wick was almost burnt out, and there was a "cracking" sound. Yi Guixue carefully rolled up the painting, and her restless heart finally calmed down when she saw the similar face.

Looking up at Lin Ci, he asked, "What jade pendant?"

Lin Ci didn't react for a while, he was in a rare daze, looked up at Yi Guixue, looked at those cold eyes, shuddered, and suddenly realized that every move in Feixue Palace, Ruoxue King wanted to see , where can escape his divine sense.

Lin Ci opened his mouth, avoiding the important and paying light: "The jade pendant thrown away by the servant happened to be encountered by the minister, so he took it away for himself to enjoy."

Fortunately, Yi Guixue just asked casually and didn't pursue it further, but it was enough to make Lin Ci vigilant.