The Paranoid Emperor’s Black Moonlight Shizun

I don't know how long it took before Qiu Yutong regained his mind, and slowly stood up by supporting the door.

Outside this row of hut, there is a large bamboo forest. It is now the early winter season. The ground is covered with a thick layer of withered bamboo leaves. Even if a small squirrel walks lightly, it will emit a subtle " "Shasha" sounded, but he did not hear the footsteps of Lu Xiao leaving ...

Didn't Lu Xiao leave?

Qiu Yutong hesitated a little, still leaning on the door and gently looking away.

At this time, the heavy dark clouds had covered the moon, and looked out from the narrow door slit, vaguely able to see that the wicked not only did not leave, but also knelt in the place three or four feet away from the door, bowing down in despair Five bright red fingerprints remained on his head and cheeks, and he looked depressed and pitiful again.

This will be too good.

Qiu Yutong couldn't help but sneer secretly, this kid was really deep-hearted, turned into the wind, just like that ... that scarlet eyes, almost wanting to deceive the teacher, and now made this fragile again Looks like, want to win their sympathy.

Could it be that he thought he would be fooled?

Qiu Yutong was simply too lazy to take care of this man, but Lu Xiao was still staying outside when he was close to his son at this time, and he would definitely not be able to leave tonight. He simply lay down on the bed with his clothes, pulled on a thick quilt, and planned to sleep .

The wicked wants to kneel, just kneel on his own, anyway, he is going to sleep.

...

"Well ..." It seemed a little cold in the muddle.

Qiu Yutong confusedly pulled the Jin quilt up, and his mind was a bit muddled.

How did it get cold?

It was early winter now, but he remembered that the stove was burning in the house.

Although as long as Xiuwei reaches a certain level, he will not be afraid of cold, but after eating the bitterness of the ice silk beetle, Qiu Yutong is very disgusted with the cold weather. In winter, he has to find a brass stove. When Jianya practiced her sword, she did not avoid the wind and snow, nor the heat and cold.

It seems to be really cold ... what's going on?

Qiu Yutong dumbfounded the quilt again, and opened his eyes with some effort.

In the darkness, he stared blankly at the layers of snow-white tents on top of his head, and there were some small, soft sounds in his ears, as if something fine and dense fell on the roof.

He blinked extremely slowly, suddenly realizing what he was doing, and suddenly turned up.

……Snowing?

Qiu Yutong hesitated, but got up and walked to the door of the room, quietly leaning to the door and looking out.

Sure enough, I don't know when, the dark clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the snow is generally white and delicate, and it is falling from the night sky, this is the first snow this winter.

No wonder it is getting cold.

Lu Xiao was still kneeling in the old place. A lot of fine snowflakes fell on his dark hair and broad shoulders. He lowered his eyes, and the whole person was motionless, like a silent stone statue.

Qiu Yutong stared at him for a while, and simply opened the door to a thin gap: "Lu Xiao."

Lu Xiao suddenly shook his head, and suddenly raised his head, his dim eyes suddenly lighted up: "Master, do you call me?"

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