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

The Zhanhua Festival is one of the few festivals of the Snow Clan. Every year when the catkin trees bloom all over the Snow Clan's royal city, both men and women in the city will dress up, and the Hanshuangjiang will change the solemn atmosphere and open a long series of street markets.

One is to praise the blessing of the Snow God, and the people of the Snow People live in peace.

The second became a rare opportunity for young men and women to get together, and it became a blind date.

On that day, most of the courtiers in the palace will be on vacation, and Qiu Lan became a servant in a daze, no one arranged for him, he was not sure if he could go out.

Fu Ling comforted him: "When the time comes, all your maids in Mingguang Palace will also go out, don't worry, I will wait for you at the gate of the inner palace before the curfew the night after tomorrow."

As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes again, and lowered his voice: "Take you to a good place."

The corner of Qiu Lan's mouth twitched, as a grown man, he immediately guessed what Fu Ling meant, and subconsciously looked at Yi Zheng who was walking in front of him with a guilty conscience.

Fu Ling waved her hand and left, her footsteps were full of youthful briskness.

This Fuling, when I first met her, was obviously serious, but now, it seems that she is still a half-grown boy with an out-of-the-box personality.

But since he woke up, he has been staying in Feixue Palace, if he can go out for a walk, it would be nice.

Thinking in this way, Qiu Lan looked forward to the arrival of the Zhanhua Festival the day after tomorrow.

On the afternoon of the second day, when Yi Zheng finished class, Qiu Lan stood outside the school palace and saw Lin Ci who came out first.

He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and stood in front of Lin Ci: "General, stay."

Lin Ci raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and didn't speak.

Qiu Lan lowered her eyes: "I think the general misunderstood me for what the general said a few days ago. I am just a human being, and I don't have any lofty ambitions. I just want to muddle along and go with the flow."

Lin Ci is taller than Qiu Lang, looking down at him at this moment, his eyes naturally have a bit of contempt, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, lukewarm: "So what?"

Qiu Lan kept staring at the small piece of white snowflakes embroidered under Lin Ciyi's hem, showing a bitter smile: "As I am, many things are beyond my control. The Snow King has a noble status, and it is also for me to go to the Dazheng Hall every day." It is a huge psychological burden. As the teacher of His Highness, the general can directly send His Highness's homework to the Dazheng Hall every day. The king values ​​the general, so he probably won't have any objections."

This is what Qiu Lan thought of during the three days of confinement. Lin Ci has a high position and authority, and he has opinions on him. It's easy to punish him, and he can't play a good role as a quiet servant.

Thinking about it, what Lin Ci disliked most about him was the side he had to meet with Yi Guixue every day.

Qiu Lan felt helpless, and he didn't want to see her either.

Every time Yi Guixue was afraid of revealing his identity, Yi Guixue's attitude was also strange. If he was frightened like this a few times, he was afraid that this mortal body would not be able to bear it.

Qiu Lan raised her eyes to peek at Lin Ci's expression. Lin Ci's appearance is excellent, with clear lines and a bit of softness, which is particularly outstanding among the Xue clan who are generally superior in appearance. At this moment, she suddenly laughed, like The peach blossoms suddenly bloomed, quietly exuding a gorgeous atmosphere: "Okay."

Qiu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a big stone in his heart fall hard. This time, he was sincerely grateful: "Thank you, General."

Lin Ci caught off guard and raised his slender jade fingers to help Qiulan hook the messy hair on his forehead behind his ears, and leaned closer to him: "Then you must always keep yourself safe."

The hot air he exhaled hit Qiu Lan's face, his expression froze, he was immobilized by the power of the high-level Snow Clan, and after that delicate face left, he realized that he was breaking out in a cold sweat on the back of his neck.

It turned out that the fragrance on Lin Ci's body was the fragrance of peach blossoms, Qiu Lan looked at his leaving back and blinked.

When Lin Ci warned him before, he didn't feel scared, but the brief contact just now made him really feel the threat of chills.

Like a sheep facing the sharp fangs of a predator, it is instinctively afraid.

It seems that the Snow Clan can't stay for long.

That night Qiu Lan didn't go to the Dazheng Hall to send Yi Zheng homework, he waited in the Mingguang Hall in fear, and when the curfew came, there was no news from the Dazheng Hall.

He thought, let's let this matter pass, and he really doesn't want to be the third party between Yi Guixue and Lin Ci.

In the Dazheng Palace, Yi Guixue was sitting in the ambiguous lights, her restless heart was restless, she couldn't help but want to find out if that person came, and suppressed her thoughts, distracted, and did nothing for a long time become.

As a result, after waiting for half an hour, no one who worried him came, but Lin Ci came in instead.

Yi Guixue stared at the book bag in Lin Ci's hand, listening to Lin Ci's soft explanation, her complexion was gloomy, her thin lips were tightly pressed together, like a sculpture, her fists were clenched and then loosened.

In the end, he didn't blame Lin Ci, but just gave a faint "hmm".

Yi Zheng lay on Qiulan's lap, unable to sleep well, kept tossing and turning, and the gauze curtain was not put down.

"Shen Yucheng." He called out crisply, with the meaning of being coquettish unconsciously.

"Huh?" Qiu Lan was a little sleepy, and nodded.

"What is a good place?"

Qiu Lan didn't react, she tilted her head in doubt: "What good place?"

"That's what Fu Ling said yesterday. He said he would take you to a good place, and I want to go too!"

Good guy, all the sleepy people in Qiulan were startled awake, and had an idea: "There is a place to eat."

Yi Zheng was really puzzled: "How delicious is it? Is it better than the food from Feixue Palace?"

"Hmm...probably." Qiu Lan mumbled in an attempt to perfunctory.

"I'm going, and you will take me out to play at the Blossom Festival tomorrow."

Qiu Lan hesitated: "But... can His Highness leave the palace at will?"

Yi Zheng twisted and twisted, his tone drawn out: "Yes, yes, yes."

Qiu Lan stroked his silver hair lightly with a funny hand, and suddenly thought that sooner or later he would leave the Snow Clan, Yi Zheng was withdrawn and had no friends, and after he left, he would become a person again, so why not take this opportunity to let him and Yuning spend more time together? contact contact.

Take him to make friends little by little, so that he won't be unhappy when he leaves.

Qiu Lan always thinks about what to do. On the second day, while Yi Zheng was in class, she asked around in the inner palace, and finally found Fu Ling. After learning that Yi Zheng could indeed leave the palace at will, she made an appointment to take Yi Zheng and Yuning out to play together. , The itinerary to the "good place" was naturally cancelled.

When Yi Zheng heard that he was going to take Yuning with him, his expression didn't change. He stretched out two arms, and Qiu Lan bent down cooperatively, holding his little buttocks and hugging him into his arms.

The Snow Clan is like this, there will always be thin or thick snow on the ground, the atmosphere of the Zhanhua Festival has been exaggerated, and the guards are not as serious as they used to be when passing by.

When he arrived at the gate of the inner palace, Qiu Lan had already encountered several waves of attendants and maids walking together, and all of them paid attention to him.

Whether it's him walking in the inner palace with black hair, or His Royal Highness the Snow Clan in his arms, they are all enough to attract the attention of others.

Qiu Lan was a little embarrassed. When he left the inner palace, Fu Ling took Yuning by the hand and waved to him from a distance. He hurriedly walked over and greeted Yuning with a smile: "Xiao Xuejun, good evening."

At the same time, he grabbed Yi Zheng's hand and shook it: "Your Highness, don't you want to say hello to Yuning?"

Yi Zheng turned his butt to Yuning and whispered, "Good evening."

When passing by the outer palace, Qiu Lan saw many familiar faces and looked at him with fearful and envious eyes from a distance. When he saw the face of Aunt Dan, the cook, he couldn't help but want to go over to say hello, but in When I approached, I saw that all the people of the human race backed away in fright.

Yes, they are afraid of the Snow Clan.

Qiu Lan stopped in her tracks, and decided to buy something for Aunt Dan alone when she came back at night.

Tonight's Frost's Descent is indeed very lively. There are all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street. There are food and entertainment. There are many people. Basically, they are all snow people with silver hair and good looks. Black hair like Qiu Lan mixed in. Among them, it is actually a minority.

On the mountain in the distance, torches were lit from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, forming two long fire dragons, twisting and turning on the mountain, and the sparks illuminated half of the frost.

Qiu Lan saw a stall selling candied haws, smacked her mouth, and was a little unable to move. Fu Ling saw it and stuffed Yuning into his hand: "You wait, I'll go buy it."

Qiu Lan led the two children to the left and stood on the side of the road waiting, looking at Fu Ling's tall figure between the teenager and the grown man, she was stunned for a moment.

Fuling has already squeezed the crowd back. He didn't wear bodyguard clothes today, but he wore a black satin gown. He looked like a big brother. At this moment, the best clothes were crowded into a mess, and he was still holding three candied haws in his arms. To Qiulan and the two children: "Let's eat."

Yuning was the most direct, blushing with joy: "Thank you brother."

Yi Zheng was a little puzzled, he licked it like Yuning, felt the taste, and put it in his mouth.

Qiu Lan couldn't help laughing: "Be careful of the fruit core inside."

He also has a pair of almond eyes, which are round. When he smiled, he narrowed his eyes slightly, licked a mouthful of candied haws, and wore a head of black hair different from that of the Snow Clan, with a different style.

Fu Ling looked at it, and for some reason, felt her heart skip a beat. Fortunately, it was dark and she couldn't see his blushing.

Seeing him in a daze, Qiu Lan asked, "Why didn't you buy it for yourself?"

Could it be that a big man is embarrassed to eat this stuff?

Qiu Lan stretched out her hand and lifted her own candied haws: "Do you want to have a bite?"

He didn't think much about it, they were all men, and they weren't that particular about it, but he didn't know that Fu Ling, from ears to cheeks, bent slightly, and took a candied haws in Qiu Lan's hand.

It's so sweet to the heart.

Suddenly, there was an excited cry from the crowd not far away: "The worship ceremony is about to begin!"

Qiu Lan paused, the god worshiped by the Snow Clan must be the Snow God, the Snow God, isn't it Yi Guixue?He looked at the crowd with some confusion.

The Snow Clan's respect for the Snow God is genuine. Excited and excited at this moment, they crazily squeezed towards the Fire Dragon Mountain, and even their street was affected. Qiu Lan hurriedly grabbed Yi Zheng's hand: "Your Highness, You grab Yuning's hand, there are too many people, be careful to get separated."

Yi Zheng pursed his lips reluctantly, looked at Qiu Lan, and still reached out to grab Yuning's little hand.

Fu Ling protects the two children and walks along the crowd, Qiu Lan realizes something is wrong, the Yi Zheng he was holding in his hand is gone!

He turned his head in a panic, only to find that the snow clan with strange faces all around him, Yi Zheng, Fu Ling, Yuning, all disappeared.

The crowd led him to an inconspicuous stall. He grabbed an object in the stall and moved it into the stall with his strength.

When he stood still, he looked down at the things in his hand, and he was stunned.

I don't know when, the crowd gradually receded, and the noise became smaller and smaller. Qiu Lan stood alone in the empty street, holding a lantern in his hand, and the little cat licked its paws with its tongue. He just pulled, and the rope hanging the lantern was half broken.

There are always strange coincidences in the world.

He just grabbed it casually, but why did he catch this thing? He even thought that time went backwards. When he was nine years old, he was holding the same kitty lantern in his hand, and he was pulling the corner of 19-year-old Yi Guixue's clothes, crying and snot. wipe it on him.

"My brother bought it for me. I like little cats, so I want little cats!"