The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

Nan Xiao stepped forward, the wind and snow swayed forward, and soon a thin layer of silver frost accumulated on his sleeves and shoulders.

Han Yuan was standing not far away, his black clothes fluttered in the wind, his short silver hair was moistened by the heavy snow, his thin lips were lighter in color, and his abrupt Adam's apple was stuck at the neckline of the sweater, rolling into a cold and lustful the lines.

Nan Xiao raised his face slightly, squinted his almond eyes and looked up at the heavy snowfall.

Obviously the air in the yard is much colder than in the room, but his chest to limbs are hot, as if the blood flowing in the blood vessels is boiling drop by drop.

His eyes were also dyed a layer of red.

He has also seen the snow from Han Yuan in the holographic game.

But at that time, he was full of fear and worry, fearing that the mine would explode suddenly, and the goblins left inside would not survive.

Han Yuan, who was afraid of staying inside, did not leave in time, and was innocently affected by the explosion.

The fear of being worthless, of being unable to do anything in a pinch, will only be a drag on everyone, whether in reality or in the imaginary game world.

Even though Han Yuan found him later, his impression of the snow was more accompanied by the roar of the explosion and the smoky smell of the flames.

Nan Xiao exhaled lightly, his pupils reflected the silver-clad courtyard that seemed to have changed into another world in an instant.

The snowflakes seemed to take special care of him. The wind and snow raging among the branches of plants and trees gently fell on his eyelashes and cheeks, and soon turned into crystal water droplets after touching the temperature of his skin.

An indescribable tranquility and a faint burst of joy dyed the young man's black eyes like lacquer spots bright.

"Does your Highness like it?"

"like."

Nan Xiao spread out his palms, and the snowflakes crowded into his palms like aura.

The ice is cold, and the skin is slightly painful, but it is a living touch.

"This is the first time I've been out in the snow since I grew up."

It was the first time someone told him: You can watch the snow, play snowball fights, and make snowmen, just like all ordinary people.

"Thank you Han Yuan, I—"

A fluffy snowball hit him between his eyebrows and scattered into a cloud of snow mist.

Nan Xiao subconsciously closed his eyes, turned his head to dodge, and was stunned for a moment before realizing that Han Yuan was throwing snowballs at him, a game that only children would play——

"You sneak attack, this doesn't count!"

"I don't need the talent of the Dragon Clan, Your Highness can fight back."

Nan Xiao suddenly bent down and grabbed a ball of snow from the ground, squeezed it into a lump, and smashed it hard towards the direction where Han Yuan's voice sounded.

"boom".

Snowball bloomed a silver flower on the opponent's black coat as expected.

Nan Xiao couldn't help rubbing his eyes and laughing, while raising a hand to cover his face, he hurriedly picked up snowballs from the ground and threw them at Han Yuan.

At first, he was still concerned about the accuracy of his head, but when Han Yuan smashed his head so hard that he couldn't lift his head, he could only throw it indiscriminately.

"Your Highness..."

Nan Xiao grabbed the snow that fell into the back of his neck, and mercilessly grabbed a ball to fight back.

"What, you admit defeat?"

"Your Highness, you don't slap someone in the face when you hit someone."

Nan Xiao let out a laugh, squinted his eyes and took a moment to aim at Han Yuan's face, before throwing a big snowball towards him.

"It was you who hit—"

The sound of a starship engine interrupted Nan Xiao's words.

He subconsciously stopped, and saw a starship approaching his yard not far away, it looked like someone sent by the palace.

Nan Xiao rubbed his hands that were red from the snow and stood up. Only then did he find that Han Yuan's silver hair was covered with snow dust, the bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips were also stained with snow. It's like rolling.

For some reason, his first reaction was to feel that Han Yuan's appearance in front of outsiders was somewhat embarrassing.

It does not conform to the majestic style of the son of the dragon clan and the general of the empire.

So he grabbed Han Yuan's sleeve and pulled him towards the room, signaling him to go in and avoid it.

"Maybe my father sent someone to look for me, why don't you go in and wait for me for a while?"

"Need not."

Seeing the other party reaching out to him, Nan Xiao subconsciously blinked his eyelashes. When he opened his eyes, the snow in the yard had stopped, and even the accumulated snow and ice had condensed into water balls, which were all sprinkled among the flowers and trees.

It looked as if it had just been watered, and no one would suspect that the Dragon Clan Saint Son and His Royal Highness the Little Prince had just had a snowball fight here.

Even the snow dust on his body dissipated completely.

Only the lingering coolness in his palm reminded him that this was not a dream.

Nan Xiao's slightly surprised expression gradually turned into a shallow smile. He pretended to stare intently at the docked starship, but glanced at Han Yuan quietly from the corner of his eye.

The snow stains on the opponent's body have also been cleaned up.

After the wind and snow had passed, the man's handsome and cold brows became even more indifferent and sharp, and there was an intimidating aura just standing there.

He was completely different from Han Sansui who was throwing snowballs with him in the snow just now.

The starship stopped smoothly not far away, and it really was a close friend of his father's emperor.

The man first bowed and saluted, and seemed surprised when he saw Han Yuan.

"Master Han Yuan is also here with His Royal Highness?!"

Nan Xiao coughed lightly, and helped to explain: "I have some things I want to ask him...ask Mr. Han Yuan, so I invited him over today."

The design led to Yue Huaiying's arrangement of eyeliner in the imperial capital, but the father cannot know for the time being.

Of course, it is less suspicious for him to find Han Yuan than for Han Yuan to find him.

Sure enough, the man's expression eased a lot.

Most of them believed the nonsense that he and Han Yuan had privately corresponded and were in love with each other, and thought that his invitation to Han Yuan this time was just a trick between young lovers.

"It turned out to be like this—Your Majesty ordered me to send a message this time to ask His Royal Highness that there will be a banquet in the palace in the day after tomorrow. Your Highness has recovered well recently, do you want to attend?"

Nan Xiao originally wanted to release the news that he would attend the banquet, so he immediately responded.

"Okay, I've been bored at home these days, so I just went out for a walk."

He and Han Yuan looked at each other.

"but……"

"Does Your Highness want to ask Master Han Yuan if he can go with him? I'm afraid it won't work... Your Highness should be aware of the Dragon Clan's matter now, and it is not convenient for Master Han Yuan to show his face in public for the time being."

Nan Xiao couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, but he couldn't show anything on his face.

Of course he knew that it was inconvenient for Han Yuan to show up, he just wanted to ask who was in charge of the banquet arrangement.

Since the other party said so——

The thin and handsome young man seemed a little lonely, and the hand hanging by his side was as pale as paper.

"Okay, I understand - can Master Han Yuan be in charge of the banquet arrangement and defense deployment?"

"I'll go back and ask His Majesty. Your Majesty will definitely agree to your proposal."

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