In my previous life, I actually regarded slag Gong as a treasure!

Cold wind blows.

His feet were clotted with blood, it was too cold, his feet were already numb, and there was no pain from those injuries.

He turned his head, and behind him was the white snow, with no end in sight.

Surrounded by dead soldiers, at that moment, his heart was filled with despair.

For the first time, he felt that death was so close.

At this moment, a small soldier got out from behind the stone, and rushed to him in a flash. He raised his head, revealing a pale and dry face.

"My lord, I finally found you!" His little face was full of surprise.

The screen turns.

"My lord, does it hurt?"

He didn't speak.

It doesn't hurt, but if it's cold like this, it's almost useless.

The boy suddenly unbuttoned his clothes and hugged his bloody feet into his arms.

He was startled: "Jiang Luan, what are you doing?"

"Warm your feet. When I was in Ningcheng, this is how I warmed the prince's feet."

His heart was warm, looking at that pale little face, his heart was full of tenderness: "You will freeze to death."

"It's okay, my life is cheap, I used to be cold like this when I was a child!" The young man said indifferently, and after he finished speaking, he muttered again, "Seeing the lord suffer from the cold is more uncomfortable than myself."

Gradually, his feet felt a little warmth.

The boy fell asleep beside him. Looking at the boy's face, the softest part of his heart seemed to be touched.

"Jiang Luan, I will always treat you well." He made a promise.

When he said this, the boy's eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.

The screen turns again.

It is still a world of ice and snow.

The young man was wearing a white fox fur, only showing a small face that was tender and lovely, arousing pity.

The boy suddenly got out of his arms and walked towards a person.

The man was dressed in white, turned his head and glanced at him, it was Song Zhiyu.

Song Zhiyu took the boy's hand and turned to walk away.The two were intimate and never looked back.

He just felt angry, flustered, and terrified!

He wanted to speak, but his throat couldn't make a sound, and he wanted to chase after him, but he found that his feet seemed to be nailed there.

Zhao Minghong suddenly opened his eyes.

Where is the cold wind and snow?But the moon is bright outside the window, and the night is getting dark.

It turned out that it was just a dream.

However, the feeling of panic and panic is still so clear.

Zhao Minghong couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he turned over and got up.

……

Jiang Luan walked around the street.

Those things that were precious in the original body have been regarded as almost by myself.

Now I am sitting and eating, if I don't want to make money, I will soon die of poverty.

However, Jiang Luan is a newcomer, so it is still difficult to make money in this ancient times.

Fortunately, he is a doctor and has medical skills, which are still useful in this ancient times.If you are a programmer or something, you can only do coolies.

On this day, Jiang Luan went to several big medical clinics in the capital to have a look.

When I got home, it was already evening.

Jiang Luan pushed the door open and went in, only to see a person sitting in the room. He was so startled that he took two steps back, looked at the door, and went in after realizing that he had gone the right way.

Zhao Minghong sat there with his back straight, his handsome face cold, and he stared at Jiang Luan with such deep eyes.

Jiang Luan was puzzled: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Minghong said in a deep voice: "This is my mansion, can't I be here?"

What he said made sense, and Jiang Luan really couldn't refute it.

He mumbled, "Then I'll move out."

Zhao Minghong's face changed suddenly, he got up, and his powerful body pressed over, directly pressing Jiang Luan to the corner, with nowhere to escape.

Zhao Minghong's voice was full of danger: "Where do you want to move?"

"Isn't the prince annoyed by looking at me? This is the palace, the prince can't leave, so I have to move away." Jiang Luan said.

Zhao Minghong was indeed annoyed by looking at him before, but when he thought of him leaving, he thought of the dream last night, and the feeling of heart palpitations emerged again.

Zhao Minghong directly grabbed Jiang Luan's arm, pulled him to the chair, Zhao Minghong sat down, and forced him to sit on his lap.

Zhao Minghong's arm was tightly clasped around Jiang Luan's waist, and Jiang Luan couldn't break free at all.

What is this routine?

Domineering president?

Jiang Luan couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere without my order!" Zhao Minghong said with a firm attitude, "Jiang Luan, how long are you going to lose your temper?"

Jiang Luan: "I really didn't lose my temper."

Jiang Luan's attitude was very sincere, which made Zhao Minghong irritable for no reason.

Zhao Minghong's eyes flashed, and suddenly he saw the booklets in the cabinet, and his expression warmed up slightly.

Zhao Minghong got up, walked to the cabinet, took out a book and opened it.

There are all portraits of myself on it.

When he was in Ningcheng, Jiang Luan saw an artist painting one day, and suddenly became interested, so he started to learn from that artist.

Jiang Luan studied very seriously.

He was dressed in white, and when he was holding a paintbrush, he was as gentle as jade, not at all like a farmer, but with the temperament in his bones, he was like the son of a rich family.

"Like painting?" Zhao Minghong couldn't help asking.

"No, I just want to draw a person." The boy's fair face was slightly red, which was really cute.

Then, Zhao Minghong noticed that the boy was looking at him quietly.

Then, one portrait after another was drawn.

That portrait is all about me, when I read a book, when I practice martial arts, when I am angry, when I am happy...

Jiang Luan drew it carefully, then mounted it, bound it into a book, and kept it for collection.

Jiang Luan treasures these paintings.

Once there was a fire, Jiang Luan rushed into the fire regardless of his life, just to take out these portraits.

No matter where he goes, Jiang Luan will take these paintings with him.

These paintings are the expression of Jiang Luan's love for himself.

He really still loves himself deeply.

Anyone can not love themselves, but Jiang Luan can't.

He is his god, his everything.

Those things before were all out of anger, out of temper.

After discovering this, Zhao Minghong's mood improved a lot.Looking at Jiang Luan's tantrum, he also felt a little cute.

"Aren't you saying you're losing your temper? If you want to leave, why keep these paintings?" Zhao Minghong looked at Jiang Luan with a half-smile, with a hint of complacency.

Jiang Luan has the original memory, so he naturally knows the origin of this album.

When I think about it, I feel a little angry.How could my previous self be so stupid?Loving someone is so humble!

Zhao Minghong's arrogant and proud appearance is that he is sure that he loves him badly!

Jiang Luan scolded his previous self.

Jiang Luan didn't deal with these paintings, he didn't care at all.

Now, Zhao Minghong mentioned that he just took care of it.

"Thank you, my lord, for your reminder. These paintings do take up a lot of space, so I'll deal with them."

Jiang Luan walked over, took out all the albums, and threw them on the ground.

Jiang Luan lit the candle, walked over, and directly ignited the picture albums with the candle.

Suddenly, a burst of flames lit up the faces of the two of them.

Zhao Minghong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't realize it all at once.

The photo album was burning, as if burning the last bit of the original body's obsession!

Zhao Minghong suddenly reacted, rushed forward, and put out those paintings with his hands!

The fire burned on Zhao Minghong's body, but Zhao Minghong didn't take it into account. He only had one thought in his mind, that is, these paintings could not be burned.

In the end, the fire was extinguished, half of Zhao Minghong's clothes were burned, and several places on his body were burned.

Zhao Minghong turned his head to look at Jiang Luan, and saw Jiang Luan staring at him coldly, his eyes were cold, without any distress.

Zhao Minghong suddenly thought of the boy who hugged his injured leg into his arms in the wind and snow, his eyes were full of distress, and he wished that he was the one who was hurt.

"You are not Jiang Luan." Zhao Minghong said.

Jiang Luan understood what he meant and made a pun: "The original Jiang Luan is dead."

"How can he come back?"

Jiang Luan thought of what the original owner wanted, and half-jokingly said: "Kick Meng Zehe out."

Zhao Minghong's face turned cold: "Impossible."

Zhao Minghong squatted down, packed up the picture albums that hadn't been burned, and put them all in the cabinet.

"If you dare to burn these albums again, I will kill you." Zhao Minghong gave Jiang Luan a murderous look, then turned and left.

Zhao Minghong left with disheveled clothes, looking from the back, he was really pitiful.

Jiang Luan watched his back leave, not feeling distressed, but admiring.

What is Zhao Minghong's suffering compared to his previous life?

Jiang Luan closed the door.

Jiang Luan opened the control panel, and found that the value of resentment dropped by 800 to 5500!

It seems that Zhao Minghong was hit hard by himself, and he lost so much in one fell swoop!