I see the snow

There are three rumors about the banker of Zhen Guogong.

First, it is said that there are dead soldiers in the Yin family training, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers are hidden in the world.

Nobody knows where they are or who they are.But once they gather, they have the ability to overthrow the city and overthrow the country.

The second is that Yin Zhichuan, the youngest son of the Yin family, is one of the three stars of "killing the wolf" that the Shengyang royal family is most wary of.

He is now a dandy and dissolute, and he has not yet awakened.Once in a desperate situation, when there is no way out, it may activate the Hit Star, posing a great threat to Sheng Yang.

When the first and the second are added together, no one knows whether it is true, but no one dares to try it.

After careful consideration, the royal family of Sheng Yang only dared to support Yin Zhichuan in such a generous way, and only begged him to continue to be such a dude, so that the two parties could live in peace with each other.He didn't dare to kill the killer easily.

As for the third one, Xihuai found out just last night that the Yin family had a heavy silver gun that had been passed down, and Yin Zhichuan was the one who broke the box.

Just don't know where the gun is now.

These three rumors seem absurd when seen alone, but if they are strung together, they suddenly seem to be faintly related to each other.

... If Yin Zhichuan is really the one who can win the soldiers of the world, then his star constellation must be extraordinary.The legend about "Slaying the Wolf" is very likely to be true.

Then the soldiers of the world command the generals of the world, and the "hundred thousand dead men" are by no means without traces to follow.

Xi Huai looked at the messages he had sorted out on plain white rice paper, and pinched the center of his brows wearily.

When he was first brought back to the mansion by Yinzhichuan, he couldn't help but want to kill him every time he got along with him.

He stared at Yinzhichuan's throat, and his gaze swept over there countless times, feeling like when he wanted to slash the dagger into that flesh.

For this reason, even if he couldn't survive, it was worth it.

...However, "that person" restricted him, asking him to brew the greatest pain for Yinzhichuan, making him feel that life would be worse than death.

But maybe he wasn't thinking about himself?

Xi Huai thought, he just wanted to get Sheng Yang, so Yin Zhichuan couldn't die for a while.

It has been raining ever since I drank with Yinzhichuan on the roof that day.

The sky seemed to be broken, and it kept leaking rain.

The pattering, stained the bluestone slabs in the courtyard so wet and greasy.

Xi Huai opened the window and looked at the rainwater-stained vegetation in the courtyard.Green and blue.

The rainy wind carried cold air and blew on Xi Huai's thin inner garment, making Xi Huai feel cool.

After standing for a while, he closed the window.

In the afternoon, he still had a fever.

"Xi Huai, Xi Huai?"

Yin Zhichuan came over after hearing the servant's report.

He patted Xi Huai's cheek lightly, but Xi Huai did not respond at all.

He lay there sickly, his cheeks were burning bright red, and his hands and feet were hot.

Yin Zhichuan went to touch him, but he didn't respond, as if he had passed out completely.

It wasn't until Yinzhichuan held him in his arms, and put a cool towel on Xihuai's forehead, that he opened his eyes very lightly, and glanced at Yinzhichuan.

But soon, it closed again very briefly.

"Why is it so hot?"

Yin Zhichuan frowned: "Have you gone to ask for a doctor?"

The boy replied: "Please, but I haven't arrived yet..."

Yin Zhichuan frowned, and the servants didn't dare to say anything.

The person on the bed groaned softly and murmured:

"cold……"

Yin Zhichuan tucked him in, but after tucking him up and covering him tightly, Xi Huai was still trembling.

He was sweating all over his body, had been unconscious, and said in his dream that he was cold.

"Where is it cold?"

Yin Zhichuan looked at Xi Huai's tightly closed eyes: "The thickest quilt in the mansion is covered. If you cover it again, you will definitely get prickly heat."

However, Xi Huai still couldn't stop trembling.

"Young Master Xihuai stood in front of the window in the afternoon, and the wind blew for a while. I didn't expect him to become sick like this."

The boy said apologetically, "We should put some clothes on him."

However, after blowing the wind for a while, it is really unexpected that people will become sick like this.

——Because Xi Huai took "that kind of medicine" after being captured.

After that, he was not much different from half a cripple.

He becomes more prone to colds and diseases than others.

It will always be a trapped bird that cannot fly out of its cage.

Yin Zhichuan looked at Xi Huai's burnt red lips and eye tips, and touched his forehead helplessly.

"What's your name Xi Huai..." He said with a wry smile, "You can call me Xi Shi."

However, at this time, Xi Huai was deeply in a dream and could not hear anything.

He couldn't help panting lightly, his face slightly raised, like a fish that was about to die, his chest heaved and heaved extremely weakly.

The half of the left hand that was exposed was pale and completely bloodless.

He seems to be stuck in an old memory that has long passed——

It was a night of chaos when Canglan City was broken.

His hands were sticky and greasy, and he held his sister's hand tightly.

Run forward together desperately.

Surrounded by flames, killing and screams surrounded him everywhere, but he felt extremely cold.

"Look for...! We must find that girl!"

The Yanqi soldier with the knife shouted: "The boy ran away, but the girl was caught, hehehe..."

Xi Huai took her sister's hand, quietly and silently looked at the bearded man from a dark corner.

The man from Yanqi was holding a cross-horse sword, and had an indescribably strange expression on his face.

That beast-like look looked terribly frightening, and it was reflected in the eyes of the two children, bringing endless terror.

"elder sister……"

Xi Huai stumbled his teeth and hugged his knees for a while, but suddenly said: "You run away..."

The girl beside her tilted her head and looked at him.

"I lead them away."

Xi Huai said, "I'm a boy. Even if they catch me, it doesn't matter."

As he spoke, he tore his hair loose, and his black long hair, like ink, fell down at once, hanging on Xi Huai's waist.

He is young and his eyebrows have not yet opened, so at first glance, he is really no different from a girl.

"Sister... remember to escape...!"

Xi Huai's small face was pale and colorless, he was also terrified, but he gritted his teeth and rushed out.

"Chasing face...!"

The sister next to her whispered in surprise, but moved slightly, and saw Xi Huai turn around and grinned at her.

The girl's pupils narrowed slightly, and the next second, the Yan Qi soldiers who were searching one by one suddenly cried out in shock:

"There she is! Get her—"

Xi Huai rushed forward desperately, stepping over the corpses and charred tiles on the ground in a panic.

A trickle of blood was stepped on by him, splashed up, and slapped on his snow-white lower robe.

At that time, Xi Huai was 11 years old.

He still doesn't know that even a young man, if he falls into the hands of the enemy, sometimes the fate of the captive is not just death.

"...Sister, father."

In a coma, the young man who was as cold as jade murmured in his dreams.

He seemed to have dreamed of something extremely terrible, and his whole body couldn't help shaking, trembling like chaff.

Yin Zhichuan was startled, and reached out to grab his shoulder, but still couldn't stop Xi Huai from trembling.

"help me……"

Almost as if he was on the verge of death, he murmured and begged: "I beg you, come and save me..."

His voice was almost choked with sobs, it was originally a voice like a cold and clear spring, and when he was praying for someone like this, Yin Zhichuan couldn't help but move slightly in his heart.

In his impression, it was the first time he saw Xi Huai showing such emotion.

He was always indifferent, showing no signs of thought.

However, suddenly, as if sensing the presence of someone around him, Xi Huai grabbed Yin Zhichuan's hand again while in a coma.

Yin Zhichuan froze.

The man was pale and desperate:

"Take me away... please."

Yin Zhichuan was momentarily at a loss.

He stared at Xi Huai stiffly, Xi Huai looked pale, and after a while, before Yin Zhichuan could react, two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes, he pursed his mouth, and suddenly said:

"You all die."

"..."

Yin Zhichuan hardly reacted.

He didn't expect that the young man who had always been indifferent and cold had such thoughts in his heart, so dark that he hardly resembled him.

Xi Huai's hand was slowly released from Yin Zhichuan's, he no longer asked for help, only faced the old dream that was as dark as a swamp, his face was still as white as paper, and dense sweat slowly seeped from his forehead .

But that expression was indifferent and stubborn, no longer the same as the weakness just now, showing the appearance of a little beast in a desperate situation.

Yin Zhichuan looked at his face, because of the short distance, he could see Xi Huai's eyelashes clearly.

Jet black, like a small fan, cast a small shadow on the porcelain white cheek.

There is a strange sense of vulnerability.

But it's just an illusion—

The appearance of Xi Huai trapped in a nightmare is like a cub with its neck stuck in the face of thousands of malice and arrows alone.

Never admit defeat, never back down.

He only stared at them with dark eyes, and silently vowed to write down the names of each of them, and take revenge one by one in the future.

"Major General..."

Seeing Xi Huai's appearance, the servant next to him hesitated to speak, and asked softly: "How about we come in with another brazier?"

Yin Zhichuan shook his head: "No need."

He stretched out his hand, like a naughty child, and stroked Xi Huai's curled black eyelashes.

Then he took off his outer armor, his middle clothes, and lay down beside Xi Huai with only his inner clothes on.

His body is warm and warm, neither too cold nor too hot.

Like a heat source that would never hurt Xi Huai, it attracted Xi Huai to slowly lean towards him.

Then Yin Zhichuan took the opportunity to hug Xi Huai in his arms.

"Don't you usually dislike talking to people?"

He chuckled and said, "Now you know how to pull me....You also have such weak moments..."

Xi Huai curled up in Yinzhichuan's arms, soft and curled up, like a small animal with its body curled up.

Yinzhichuan's hand avoids his clasp, and doesn't touch the place that makes Xi Huai sad.

"Major General..."

The servant looked at the appearance of the two of them, hesitant to speak.Yin Zhichuan said in a low voice, "You all go out."

He hugged Xi Huai intently, with a strange feeling that he was protecting this person.

Although Xihuai faced all the pain and sorrow alone in the real past that had long since passed away, but at this moment, in the reality of the illusory dream, Yinzhichuan passed on his own warmth to him.

He looked at the appearance of Xi Huai in his arms——

Curled up like a defenseless little animal resting in a safe haven, exhausted.

...At this moment, Yinzhichuan, who didn't know that the people who were resented in Xihuai's dream, also included himself, was willing to be Xihuai's safe haven.