The Moon of Rebirth Leaning on Fan Qing

Outside the Dragon Palace, "Your Majesty." Zhou Yi asked for peace.

"Has anyone been here?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Rado? Yaqian came, but was stopped by his subordinates."

"Okay, I got it, but next time I want to call Qian'er your mother, you know." The words were a little more gentle, but also stern.

"...Yes." I felt a little strange in my heart, but I couldn't say much.

"Go down."

"Yes."

Pushing the door open, closing the door quietly, walked to An Ruofan, and said softly, "Fan'er, are you awake?"

"Hmm." With a weak reply, the slightly opened eyes slowly closed again, and with some difficulty turned his back to An Yanyue.

"What's the matter, Fan'er?" An Yanyue asked worriedly.

"It's okay." A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Stretching out his hand to touch An Ruofan's forehead, he frowned slightly, why did he have a fever?

"Fan'er, do you know that you have a fever?"

"..."

"It must be that you caught a cold yesterday standing in the snow!" With some reproach and distressed tone, "Why do you not take care of yourself? Don't you know that your health is not good?"

"..." Another drop of tears fell.

"By the way" as if thinking of something "I was careless, why do you have to work so hard on you... oh~~"

"..." Don't say any more, don't say any more, don't, don't say any more...

"However, Fan'er, it's not that I'm going to blame you, why are you spoiling yourself like this?" He twisted An Ruofan out and hugged her in his arms, gently kissing An Ruofan's snow-white neck.

How can it, how can it, how can it, how can it!This man just kept calling other women "Qian'er" outside the palace, what's going on now! !Could it be that the man who stood in the snow for a day didn't know? !Isn't this, everything, ordered by him?Why, even yesterday... still couldn't keep him?What did I do wrong to make him treat me like this!It was fine before! !Why, why, why... the out-of-control accusation in his heart, but there was only a tired look on his face.

"Fan'er, are you sad?"

How should I put it, I couldn't tell whether this man was my elder brother Xuanyuanyue or my father An Yanyue.If he is Xuanyuanyue, then he has always called himself Xiaofan, why is he still calling him what An Yanyue called him? If he is An Yanyue, then what does it matter if there seems to be no coldness during that period?What is the self-proclaimed brother?Perhaps, he is neither Xuanyuanyue nor An Yanyue.Because, I don't recognize him anymore...

Or, have you ever met him? !

"Fan'er, Fan'er?" The originally soft call gradually became impatient and irritable.

An Ruofan didn't speak, but shrank in again.

"..." He frowned displeasedly, snorted softly, and said, "Then you have a good rest, I'll go and correct the memorial."

After finishing speaking, he got up and walked out of the palace door without mercy.

He doesn't need a disobedient pet! !A cold and ruthless light flashed in his eyes.

The cold wind that suddenly poured in, originally in this warm hall should not feel the cold, but An Ruofan grasped the brocade quilt tightly in his hand, like an insecure child.

In the evening, An Yanyue went back to the Dragon Palace once, and seeing An Ruofan who was still "sleeping", she didn't say much, and left again.

It's just that when he opened the door, he said calmly, "Get up and ask the maid to tidy up the dragon bed."

What does the flying snow all over the sky indicate?Is it An Ruofan's cold heart?

Suddenly, an elegant figure appeared in Yulongdian.Seeing An Ruofan curled up into a ball, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and he walked quickly to An Ruofan's bed.

He knew that someone was coming, and he knew who it was, but he didn't want Danyang to see how fragile he was now. Was it right that he should have left with Danyang in the first place?

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan." Danyang gently shook An Ruofan's body | Seeing that the other party did not respond, he gently tore off the brocade quilt, looked at the abnormal flush on An Ruofan's face and poked his forehead temperature.The original Wen Ya's face became a little angry, and she cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, that bastard!" Can he eat it at such a young age? ! !

A light, soft white light was emitted from the hand, which gently applied to An Ruofan's forehead.The white light gradually centered on An Ruofan's forehead, covering his whole body.A trace of light is flowing, like a liquid-quiet and mellow.

After about a quarter of an hour, the white light gradually faded, and the abnormal blush on An Ruofan's face also disappeared.

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan." He patted An Ruofan's shoulder lightly and called out.

"...Alas..." Sighing and wiping off the wet tears on An Ruofan's face, he gently hugged An Ruofan in his arms, and comforted him, "Xiao Fan, tell me anything you feel sad about...forget it, It doesn't matter if you want to cry a bit."

"..." An Ruofan didn't speak, nor pushed Danyang away, sobbing softly.

"Cry, it's okay... just say what you're unhappy about."

"I, am I wrong?" A doubtful and hesitant voice came out, "Is it... that I should have left at that time?"