It turns out that I am the white moonlight of the cold boss [Rebirth]

He stretched out his hand to hold out the box, and heard Yi Guixue's cold voice, calmly saying, "Open it."

Snow God's voice echoed in the empty space, and the hall fell into an eerie silence. Qiu Lan didn't dare to look up, and opened the box clumsily with one hand.

Inside is an ice-blue lotus flower in full bloom, a pure and flawless color.

Only then did Yi Guixue stretch out her hand, twirling the flower branches with her slender fingers, and the sound of the ministers breathing in was heard in the hall.

"Snowy ice lotus."

"It only blooms on the edge of the cliff in the extremely cold place, and it blooms only once in a thousand years..."

Qiu Lan stared at the beautiful and delicate flower branch in Yi Guixue's hand, is it such a rare thing?

At this time, there was a sudden report from outside the hall: "His Royal Highness has arrived."

Qiu Lan's breathing lightened for a moment, and the sequelae of being suppressed by Yi Guixue's pressure just now came, but at this time his legs were sore and weak, and he staggered, he wanted to step back and walk off the altar in a panic.

But the hand was grabbed by the cold big hand, and the whole person was pulled into Yi Guixue's arms, his face hit his hard chest, and the tip of his nose was full of the cedar fragrance from Yi Guixue's body.

Yi Guixue's voice was very low, showing dissatisfaction: "Since you're gone, what are you doing coming back?" Feeling the warmth in his arms, he used cold words to cover up his inner panic. From seeing Lin Ci's intimate gesture with this person, His heart was in a mess, and for a moment it was difficult to tell whether this person was Qiu Lan or not.

He was so confused that he subconsciously reached out to hug him, but fortunately, the question he was about to blurt out was stopped in time.

Qiu Lan felt a chill in her heart, and her first reaction was that Yi Guixue really recognized him as Qiu Lan.

Being dizzy from the overwhelming smell of cedar, it took a long time to realize that Yi Guixue meant to ask him why he came back after running out of Feixue Palace.

His face turned red in an instant, his heart was bleeding from shame, he shook his lips, realizing the current posture of the two, and Yi Zheng came in, wouldn't this be the first thing he saw?

He couldn't help but struggled hard, but was firmly held down by the cold and powerful big hand, unable to move, and his eyes were dark.

To Yi Guixue, the person in his arms was as weak as a milk cat, but the tooth marks on his neck were unintentionally exposed during the struggle, which instantly dropped his mood to freezing point.

Like a bewitched man, he stretched out his hand to caress the red tooth mark, with a thousand years of wind and snow brewing in his eyes, he threw away his reason, leaving only the uncontrollable sourness in his heart.

His hand was very strong, and he pressed it down fiercely, Qiu Lan shrank his shoulders.

The atmosphere in the entire Qianyuan Hall was extremely strange, and the ministers all lowered their heads, not daring to look at what was happening on the altar.

Only Lin Ci raised his head high, as if he was competing with something, fixedly watching the overly intimate movements of the two on the altar, for a moment he didn't know whether he was competing with Wang Shang or Shen Yucheng.

Yi Zheng walked into the hall, his feet were still stained with mud, he was dressed casually, and when he saw the picture on the altar, his stern face froze suddenly.

The dark tide is surging, and the calm storm reveals the tip of the iceberg. Qiu Lan can't see anything, but can feel the bad breath.

He heard Yi Zheng's clear voice, which was full of provocation: "What? This is my stepmother? My son always wants to see what the father is doing in hiding."

This tone is not like a father and son who are like enemies, and they don't give any face. Qiu Lan is in the center of the storm for no reason, and the embarrassment of the scene makes him sweat profusely.

Fortunately, Yi Guixue didn't argue with Yi Zheng, and said quietly, "Sit down."

Yi Zheng didn't cooperate, and his voice was higher: "Is the stepmother shameful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sound of wind missed Qiu Lan's ears, and was blocked by Yi Guixue with a wave of his hand. He felt chills all over his body, and realized that just now Yi Zheng actually moved while speaking in front of all the officials in the hall. hand.

Yi Guixue's voice sank completely: "Yi Zheng, sit down."

The snow god's coercion spread across the entire hall in an instant, Qiu Lan was shivering under the pressure, and the golden steps on her head jingled.

There was no more sound in the hall, and Qiu Lan was half-embraced by Yi Guixue in this awkward posture, and walked out of the altar step by step.

He also didn't want to be seen by Yi Zheng, he was afraid of being seen by Yi Zheng, the child would hate him to death, so he cooperated very well and didn't move around.

"Palace banquet, continue."

On the altar high above, there was only one crystal clear ice lotus left, which was randomly thrown on the ground in a lonely posture.

Lin Ci took a few steps forward and picked up the ice lotus, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips, suddenly unaware that his figure was no different from the ice lotus on the ground.

He handed the ice lotus to Yi Zheng who was in a daze, with a deep meaning: "This is a gift from the minister to His Highness."

Dazheng Hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Yi Guixue let go of his hand, and Qiu Lan broke free from his arms, and finally breathed fresh air.

Thinking of what happened just now, I still have lingering fears.

He messed up Yi Zheng's birthday party, obviously he just wanted to watch Yi Zheng celebrate his birthday silently, but he couldn't figure out how things had evolved to the present situation.

It happened that one or two people he couldn't afford to offend, they didn't even dare to question them.

He lowered his head, stared at Yi Guixue's boots, heard Yi Guixue's cold voice, and asked the question again: "What are you doing back?"

"Slave... some things were left in the palace, and I want to come back and get them."

Yi Guixue's voice turned cold in an instant: "It seems that those things are more important than your life."

Qiu Lan opened her mouth, irrefutable.

Yi Guixue paused every word: "Go out, if you don't want to die, don't go back to Feixue Palace." He had difficulty restraining his killing intent, because he was bewitched by this person again just now.

Qiu Lan shivered, and it came again, that biting killing intent, he took a step back, Lin Ci's voice came from outside the door, clear and light: "Chen Lin Ci, pay homage to the king."

This scene coincided with the dream of last night in a trance, Qiu Lan clenched her palm tightly, no one dared to look at it, and ran out of the Dazheng Hall.

When passing by Lin Ci, Lin Ci said softly: "Wait for me at the door."

Qiu Lan really wanted to leave, but he couldn't, this is Feixue Palace, he was a human race, his identity was unknown, he would be caught if he ran around.

They could only stand in the corner outside the Dazheng Hall and wait.

In the hall, Yi Guixue threw the jade inkstone onto Lin Ci's head, Lin Ci did not hide, stood upright, a small blood clot was knocked out of his forehead.

It turns out that the gods who are cut off from love will also be angry, Yi Guixue said coldly: "Lin Ci, don't you have too much time, a year is too long, after the month of worshiping the gods, you will go back to Fengyadu."

"Who gave you the guts to test me?"

But he was really affected, and followed Lin Ci's way, this is what annoyed Yi Guixue the most.

Lin Ci knelt down and kowtowed heavily: "Your Majesty forgives the crime, it's because I was infatuated with ghosts for a while, and I am willing to accept the punishment."

Yi Guixue clenched her hands several times, her throat was hard: "I don't want to see him in Feixue Palace again." It seemed extremely difficult to say these words, he turned his back to Lin Ci.

His eyes fell on the rolled up picture scroll on the desk, they were really alike, every word, deed, and every move, but they were clearly not the same person.

Is there really anyone like this in the world?

Yi Guixue approached the book case, and slowly stroked the scroll. He is a snow god, and he should not allow himself to drown in illusions and exile in tenderness.

So what, it's not him after all.

If it was his Qiulan, his Qiulan loved him so much, she would definitely come back to him, wrapping her wet eyes around him, this time, he would not push him away again.