Lanshan Snow

"I didn't smuggle white salt! I didn't dig Fritillaria! I didn't pull Yunlan! I didn't..."

The guy found in the ice cellar was almost frozen into a popsicle.When he was pulled back from the arms of Thule God by the bonfire, he opened his eyes and met Tashimu's gleaming long knife in the firelight.He immediately yelled loudly, as if he had encountered similar things no less than a thousand or eight hundred times.

"By Thule! I didn't do anything!"

Tashimu ignored him, and used the tip of his knife to pick apart the large backpack that was thawing at the same time.

The backpack was bulging, and as soon as it was opened, a pile of messy things rolled out: inkstones frozen into black stones, more than a dozen or twenty writing brushes that were bald, a small half of a hard tea brick, several The paper books compiled together... Zhaximu scolded "what the hell", and pushed them away amidst his shrill cry of "light! light! don't break it!".

clang.

The long knife swept something in the pile of paper books.

"Wait! I can explain!" cried the wretch. "That's not—"

As soon as the words fell, a crystal silver-blue stone rolled out of the pile of papers.

As soon as the bonfire was shaken, Tashimu directly put the knife on his neck, turned his head to look at the people who came by: "Master Shouwu! Another thief who secretly digs snow crystals!"

"I'm not--"

Tashimu's long knife pressed down, leaving a bloodstain.

The sound stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the young Tule archer was no longer as loose as he was fighting with his companions, and his young face was full of murderous looks: "Don't do this! The former thieves among you have secretly poached us many snow crystals over the years. Tell me You, I don’t care which family is behind you, if you steal things from our Xueyuan, you have to leave your head here!”

The unlucky ghost in Central Plains was sweating all over his face, he was afraid that his blood would surge up and indiscriminately kill him directly.

——Tong Gong's long knife is so sharp that it can cut off the horse and the saddle at the same time!

The head witch of Tule who just came over glanced at the silver-blue snow crystal, and then moved his gaze to his face——looking at those indifferent silver-gray eyes, the unlucky Central Plains ghost almost thought he was thrown back into the ice cellar again up!What the hell!How could there be such a guy in the Tule tribe!

Fortunately, very soon, Thule Shouwu looked away and asked Tashimu to move the knife away.

The unlucky ghost suddenly felt like a new life.

"But……"

Zhaximu looked at the spar under the firelight with some hesitation, but slowly moved the blade away.

"Amaqin! It was Amaqin who gave me it!" The unlucky guy who was almost slaughtered hurriedly explained, "It's me! I'm Xu Zele!" As he said, he brushed his dirty hair and beard After pawing, he showed a barely handsome face, and greeted a Thule warrior beside him, "Sangji! Hey! Sanji, do you remember me!"

The Thule warrior who was called his name was stunned, walked over and stared at him, looked at him carefully for a while, and suddenly asked in surprise: "Why are you like this?"

Seeing this situation, Tashimu finally put away the knife completely.

—He also remembered something.

The snow crystals in the snowfield are absolutely forbidden to be mined by outsiders. Even the people of the snowfield tribe have to follow many ancient rules if they want to invite one or two crystals.Within the tribe, young girls often keep a snow crystal with them, and when they meet someone they like, they give the snow crystal to the other party.

It is said that a few years ago, Ama Qin in the tribe gave a piece of snow crystal to a person from the Central Plains.

"Huh..." Seeing that there was an acquaintance who could talk, Xu Zele breathed a sigh of relief, and begged weakly in fluent Tule, "Can you give me some kumiss?"

Over there, for the sake of Amaqin, Sangji took off the skin bag from his waist and threw it to him.

Here, Shi Wuluo had already stepped over the bonfire, walked to the rucksack by the bonfire, picked up a rough-bound booklet, flipped through it, and took it away.

Xu Ze's heart felt like a knife was twisting, but he didn't dare to say anything.

——This young chief witch of the Thule tribe is not easy to mess with.

He said "Why is Dukang the only one who can relieve your worries", poured kumiss, waited for Tule Shouwu to go away, and immediately asked Sangji nervously: "Master Shouwu, what are you doing with my manuscript? Does he think that That's an offense to Xueyuan, so I should burn it..."

"Don't worry," Sanji glanced at it, "Take it to coax his Al-lan, the chief witch's Al-lan is also the one who beat you."

"Oh oh oh," Xu Zele's heart fell into his stomach, and he took another sip of wine, "So it was to coax Alan... ah..."

puff--

Xu Zele took a sip of kumiss and sprayed it all out.

"What?!" He coughed loudly, as if he had seen a ghost, "Alan? Can your first witch have Alan?!"

Sanji: "..."

Not only that, but also fierce.

........................

The fierce and beautiful young master ignored the Thule wizard who entered the house.

As soon as the wooden door opened, he immediately pulled off the quilt and covered himself up tightly, only showing some fluffy and messy black hair—but those who have completely possessed him know that they are scattered on the wolf king's silver felt blanket. The way they opened, and the way they stained Frost and Snow's skin.

Shi Wuluo sat down beside the felt blanket.

Tangle a strand of hair.

The crow-collared cicada-like blue silk wraps around the pale fingertips, like a wisp of flowing water, smooth and soft... It is impossible to have such softness in the snow field. To the feet, polished like a rock, cold and hard.

The last bits of hair flowed from his fingers.

As soon as Shi Wuluo put them back together between his fingers, he stretched out a white hand from the felt blanket, and slapped him away with a "slap".

"Arlan."

A man's cold and deep voice came from outside the blanket.

Qiu Bodeng withdrew his hand abruptly, and pulled the quilt tighter, not even a strand of hair was exposed.

Shrewd smugglers traveled thousands of miles, using exquisite and beautiful porcelain, in exchange for the precious cold bird feathers from the herdsmen of the snowy tribes.Then sew them into the cicada-like satin, and turn them into rare items that the rich and powerful are vying to buy—the young master doesn't know anything about these.

He didn't know at all what kind of tricks the children of the rich and powerful had in their minds to ask their lovers for sweets when they spent a lot of money to buy cold feather quilts.

Unknowingly, he was wrapped in the down feathers found by the snowy goshawks to build their nests, full of anger.

...Who is this guy's Arlan?

Do you want to be shameless? !

It's just that the cold feather quilt is worthy of being a treasure that the rich and powerful children are eager to buy at auction, it is tight and warm, and the Qiu Bodeng is covered in it, and it feels stuffy and out of breath after a while.

Before Qiu Bodeng smothered himself to death, Wizard Thule stripped him out of the down feathers first.

Qiu Bodeng was furious and glared at him.

Shi Wuluo handed him the manuscript.

The manuscript fell out and got some dirty snow, but the dirty snow has been cleaned up.Wrinkles including the edges of the manuscript have also been smoothed out.The title page was made of thicker parchment, with six square characters written on it—the young master was just about to kick people out again, but he was attracted by those words.

"...a continuation of the original record of Sifangji?"

He whispered.

The boy's voice was clear, and Zhong Yuan's accent was soft and soft.

...like singing.

The wizard of Thule couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he could only simply draw the conclusion that he was happy, and moved his eyes to his cheeks that were slightly flushed due to the sweltering heat.

Qiu Bo Deng hastily flipped through it, and it became more and more novel.

Sure enough, it is a continuation of "Si Fang Zhi", more precisely, it is a further research and record about the snow field.The writing is concise and capable, and the wording is consistent. It is written by the same person as "Si Fang Zhi", and it also records the cold wave that just happened a few days ago... Qiu Bodeng was extremely surprised!

He raised his head suddenly: "Where are you..."

As soon as the words came out, I remembered that I was still angry, and immediately stopped.

Shi Wuluo's eyes moved from his cheeks to his tightly pursed lips... The plump and rosy lips were turned white by their master, and the young master's entanglement was fully exposed.

Shi Wuluo stood up and bent over to carry him down.

The young master caught his meaning vigilantly and keenly.

"I'll do it myself!" he shouted at once.

In less than a moment, the young master regretted it—he stepped on the rope ladder on the mammoth's saddle, and just took the next step, he only felt sore and weak, and the whole person fell directly from the rope ladder.Fortunately, Wizard Thule, who was kneeling on the ground, reacted quickly, stood up abruptly, and caught him in time.

Qiu Bodeng fell into his arms, and his porcelain-white cheeks were dyed an inexplicable blush.

Wizard Thule lowered his head, as if he wanted to ask what was wrong.

Before he could speak, Qiu Bodeng vented his anger and bit his neck hard.

Master Wu paused.