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

It was very late when Qiu Lan returned to the outer palace, the cook had already rested, he took a dry steamed bun from the kitchen, ate it with the chilly water, and went back to the room in a daze.

Feeling uncomfortable all over, he went back to his bed and slept with his clothes on. The night wind was cold, and he curled up under the blanket, shivering all the time, in a trance, as if he had returned to the distant past.

When he was nine years old, in the free land of the human race, he was still headstrong at that time. Meeting 19-year-old Yi Guixue was a novelty for him, but it was probably a disaster for Yi Guixue.

The wind in the free land is very warm and soft, and everything grows. Yi Guixue is sitting in the gazebo reading a book, with her head supported on one hand, her posture is casual, and her profile is exquisite, like a painting, cold and full of A little juvenile and immature.

Qiu Lan held the hibiscus cake in her hand, and stared straight at Yi Guixue while gnawing on it, with saliva on her hands, Yi Guixue pretended that he didn't exist, and didn't even glance at him.

Qiu Lan unwillingly raised her drool-filled hand to Yi Guixue: "Do you want to eat? Brother."

Yi Guixue's breathing was stagnant, her brows were twisted into a knot, she almost wrote her disgust on her face, she stood up abruptly and left.

Nine-year-old Qiu Lan was still sitting there foolishly, looking sadly at Yi Guixue's back, her eyes were red.

It would be fine if he could be scared away because of this, the next day Yi Guixue got up early to practice swords, in the spring breeze, holding a silver sword in his hand, every move was as light as a frightened bird, and the birds in the yard were all frightened away by him.

Qiu Lan persisted in appearing in the small courtyard again, this time eating oily buns, the delicious smell rushed to the tip of Yi Guixue's nose unreasonably, he sweated a little, couldn't help but stare at Qiu Lan, and withdrew his sword.

This glance seemed to encourage Qiu Lan, and Baba leaned closer: "Brother, your sword skills are amazing, can you teach me?"

From morning till night, the result is that every time Yi Guixue sees him, she will subconsciously frown.

Nine-year-old Qiu Lan treats this as a special treatment, after all, Yi Guixue has no expression when seeing other people.

At the age of 21, Qiu Lan traveled thousands of miles to the Snow Clan alone to look for Yi Guixue. The injured Yi Guixue sat in the snowdrift, her face pale as paper, no longer like the childish eyes of a boy back then. Qiu Lan: "What are you doing here?"

Qiu Lan was worried and wanted to go forward to help him bandage the wound, but she was pushed away rudely: "Get lost."

The stern eyebrows and eyes are like an arrogant lone wolf, licking its wounds alone and refusing outsiders to approach its territory.

At that time, Qiu Lan was a high-level cultivator, strong and strong, who forcibly carried Yi Guixue on his back and walked into the boundless snow clan's forbidden land, and comforted clumsily: "Brother, I won't tell others. leave."

Yi Guixue was obviously struggling to breathe in the pain, and she still said harsh words to herself: "Don't think that you can get anything by doing this, I won't give you what you want."

Qiu Lan shook his head in confusion, he didn't intend to do anything, whether it was to repay the kindness of saving his life when he was young, or Yi Guixue was just a stranger, he would try his best to save her.

But he did something bad with good intentions, and somehow he and Yi Guixue got together.

That's good, don't even think about repaying your favor, but end your revenge.

When she woke up that time, Qiu Lan was so guilty that she saw that Yi Guixue's body had recovered, so she ran away, even forgetting to take off the jade pendant on her wrist.

Qiu Lan thought, Yi Guixue probably hated herself to death, thinking that Qiu Lan was plotting for his beauty and body, to achieve her goal shamelessly.

How wronged, Yi Guixue looks like a celestial being, he is still a man, Qiulan worships him, respects him, it is all admiration for a young and promising elder, but things have already happened, no matter what he thinks Everything he said seemed to be excused.

In the childhood memories, the memory of Yi Guixue has a strong and colorful stroke. Qiu Lan doesn't want to let it down, but just wants to keep the brightest original colors. He will not appear in front of Yi Guixue, and they don't recognize each other. Remember the best ending.

The dream is like a broken mirror, turning into black and white, silently interpreting, Qiu Lan has difficulty breathing, and her face is flushed red.

Feixue Palace, Qianyuan Palace.

In the five-day parliament, the courtiers knelt down neatly on the ground, and their white clothes were spread on the ground in a snow-white patch.

The ministers have always been troubled by the education of His Highness the prince. After all, the prince is the future king of the Snow Clan. This was unprecedented in the long history of the Snow Clan.

Now the king finally ordered General Lin Ci to educate His Highness temporarily, which can be regarded as a relief to the ministers.

General Lin Ci, who was ordered, paused, and knelt down in the center of the hall: "I dare you, Your Highness is a body of gold, why do you want a human race to serve as your Highness's attendant, and enter and leave the inner palace?"

As expected of General Lin Ci, although all the officials were curious about this matter, he was the only one who dared to ask such a direct question.

Yi Guixue was sitting on a high altar, the distance was too far, enough for the courtiers not to see the expression on his face——

Between the delicate eyebrows and eyes is an unconcealable, uncontrollable restlessness.

This is a feeling that shouldn't belong to the Snow God. Since the appearance of that human race, sparks have ignited a fire like a dry plain.

So when the son said that he would let that human race be his attendant, he agreed without even thinking about it.

After all...they are so much alike, to the point that Yi Guixue loses her former composure and strategizing.

The Snow King remained silent all this time, making the atmosphere of the hall silent, and an invisible coercion suddenly spread in the hall. The courtiers did not dare to breathe, their palms lying on the ground were covered with sweat, and they stared at the floor without daring to look around.

Lin Ci is also in the same posture, but his face is ugly, his pale hands are grasped too hard, the blood vessels are protruding, and his eyes are mixed with unwillingness, resentment, and jealousy.

The chief guard kept his promise, and he should have greeted Tuya.

Qiu Lan fell ill, very seriously ill, the high fever made him delirious, his ears buzzed, and he couldn't even distinguish between the past and reality, illusion and reality.

He lay on the bed for a few days, no one came to him, and Tuya didn't bother him, only the kind cook came to bring him meals every day, otherwise no one would know that he died here.

When Qiu Lan was awake, she stared at the window lattice in a daze. She seemed to have gone through all the past in a few days, and felt a little confused for a while.

While thinking wildly, there was a light knock on the window lattice.

Qiu Lan held her breath, someone pushed the window outside.

He sat up slowly, watching the window being pushed open gently, making a soft "squeak", and at the same time showing the little hand that pushed the window, which was thin, white, and soft.

A small head with disheveled silver hair peered in, facing Shang Qiulan's gaze.

Qiu Lan's eyes widened: "Your Highness..."

Before he could say anything, Yi Zheng's eyes froze, he pushed the window completely open, crawled in aggressively, and rushed to Qiu Lan's bedside like a little leopard, with a tone of pleading guilt: "You these few days Where did you go? Why didn't you go to that yard?"

Qiu Lan was taken aback when he heard the words, could it be that Yi Zheng went to the Hesheng Palace where he met every day to find him?

why?

He coughed for a while and said, "I was sick a few days ago."

Yi Zheng's whole body lay down in front of the bed, put his face in front of Qiu Lan, stared at him for a long while, his nose shrugged: "I want to play, hurry up and play with me!"

This human smells really good, warm and fragrant, he really likes it, His Highness generously decided to forgive him first.

Qiu Lan met those dark eyes, her heart softened into a ball, as if her mind was captured by a pair of warm little hands, she said softly: "Go out to catch the cold, my illness will get worse again, I will tell His Highness a story today OK?"

Yi Zheng pursed his lips, scratched the ground with his toes, and muttered reluctantly: "You can't play this, you can't play that, it's so useless."

Looking very unhappy.

Qiu Lan was a little flustered, fearing that Yi Zheng would really leave, he raised his arms towards Yi Zheng, and raised his eyebrows flatteringly: "It's very warm in the bed, would you like to come in, Your Highness?"

Yi Zheng: "Hmph!"

His fingertips fiddled with the corner of his clothes with some hesitation. His Highness hadn't slept in the same bed with anyone yet, so he was so nervous. He looked up again at Qiu Lan's gentle smiling eyes. He didn't resist the temptation, kicked off his boots, Climb into the bed on hands and feet.

Qiu Lan wraps his arms around him, and now Yi Zheng seems to be nestled in Qiu Lan's arms.

Qiu Lan touched his silver hair, but the soft and beautiful hair was messy, as if it hadn't been combed, Qiu Lan paused, and combed his fingers down the silver hair a few times, many knots.

What Yi Guixue's father really did... Anyway, let the servants take care of the children, His Royal Highness of the Snow Clan, he looks like a child who is left alone.