The white wolfhound couldn't wait to get out, staring eagerly outside. Three years had passed, and they had all grown up. Especially the two little ones. It wasn't clear if Qin Zheng had been feeding them well, or if they were just meant to grow this way. They had both doubled in size, and the little snake was now over a meter long.
Qin Zheng led them to Laiyang Palace. This was the highest point in the palace, where he and his brothers often played. The snow was falling heavier, starting with small flakes and then turning into heavy snow, resembling clumps of willow catkins drifting from the sky. The view was pure white, a scene unlike anything he had ever seen.
"The scenery isn't pretty now, but it will be nice when the snow stops. When it stops, we can make snowmen and have snowball fights, which is so much fun!" Qin Zheng looked at Xiaobai playing happily in the snow not far away. "Look how happy Xiaobai is! He's obviously a snow wolf, so why should he live in the scorching heat all the time?"
Zhu Yuan caught a snowflake and felt it slowly melting in his palm. "Although Xiaobai is a white wolf, he is not a snow wolf. He is born white. He is the only white wolf cub in a litter of black cubs."
Qin Zheng was somewhat interested and motioned for him to continue.
"Wolves were revered as guardian gods by the ancient Xia, and could neither be killed nor abandoned," Zhou Yuan said. "Everyone thought they were a bad omen, or that they wouldn't live long. I was performing a ritual offering to the gods when it was weaned, so I took it."
"I see." Qin Zheng nodded. "Then you are truly unfortunate. Not only have you been bullied all the time, but even your guardian angel is called unfortunate."
Zhou Yuan shook his head, indicating that he was used to it.
Qin Zheng was feeling a bit bored as he didn't know when the snow would stop falling. So he took Zhou Yuan, who was watching the scenery, and taught him how to make a snowman using the snow piled up nearby.
Zhu Yuan was curious, watching him demonstrate and learning very carefully. He picked up the technique quickly, gradually piling up several, each one more beautiful than the last. Qin Zheng praised his skill while throwing snowballs at him. Knowing that he was in poor health, he threw them at his coat. But Zhu Yuan didn't have to worry and threw them directly at his head.
We were getting a little hot from playing, so we wanted to open our clothes a little to get some fresh air, but as soon as we opened them a little, he pulled us back up.
Zhou Yuan: "I'm hot."
Qin Zheng: "You can't take it off even if it's hot!"
It's not like they haven't been this close before, so why did he feel so hot this time? Zhou Yuan was puzzled.
"You have to take off your cloak to dance." He asked in a mysterious way, "Do you want to see me dance?"
"Um?"
Zhu Yuan's cheeks flushed slightly. "Another kind of dance." Then he added, "Not the one you've seen before. It's another kind."
The little prince dances beautifully. I feel his beauty when I first see him dancing.
"Okay." Qin Zheng, "But if you feel cold, stop."
Zhu Yuan put his clothes aside, and Qin Zheng helped him hold his cloak. On the stone table was hot tea and some pastries, which he had asked his servants to prepare in advance. He put on his veil and began to dance.
This dance is different from the first dance in the play, and also different from the one Jing Zuohuai performed for He Zhijin. Jing Zuohuai's love for He Zhijin is genuine and unadulterated, while Zhou Yuan's feelings for Qin Zheng are cautious and unspoken. Unlike Jing Zuohuai, Zhou Yuan is timid and has been disliked since childhood. Now that he has a rare group of caring people around him, he fears losing them.
He didn't dare to show his seductive dance too obviously, fearing he would be judged as promiscuous. He also didn't know if Qin Zheng liked men. What if he rejected him and stayed away from him? He didn't dare to show his feelings too obviously.
He made the seductive dance even more obvious.
Qin Zheng just sat there, and the tea in his hand had grown cold without him knowing when.
"Is it pretty?" Zhou Yuan sat down across from him, feeling a little embarrassed. He had treated a good dance like this, which was really an insult to Gu Xia. But he was afraid that the little prince would think he wasn't dancing well, so he quickly tried to make amends, "I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'm not very good at it. Please don't be offended, Your Highness."
Qin Zheng drank the cup of cold tea and said, "It's beautiful. It dances better than any other dancer in the palace."
Zhu Yuan laughed, "Your Highness always makes fun of me. How can I possibly compare to the dancing sisters? I'm just an amateur."
She walked behind him and put the cloak on him, "It looks great! From now on, you are not allowed to dance for others without my permission." He didn't know why he didn't want to show himself like that to others, "Not even to my father!"
"Your Highness, you are so unreasonable." Zhou Yuan was eating sweet pastries. These were his favorites. They were folk snacks from outside the palace that Qin Zheng brought him.
Qin Zheng was a little angry. "Unreasonable? You say I'm unreasonable? If I'm unreasonable, you're heartless! I give you the best food and clothes! Not allowing you to dance for others is unreasonable?"
"But you bullied me before."
These words made Qin Zheng feel distressed.
Yes, he admitted that he had joined the other hostages and his brothers in bullying him. The young prince of the ancient Xia Kingdom seemed fragile, but he never gave in. Even when bullied, he remained silent. Even so, despite his frailty, he protected Ah Nian, Xiao Bai, and the little snake very well.
I gradually became curious about him, and I didn't know when I wanted to be with him.
Qin Zheng: "I admit that I was an asshole before, but I won't be anymore." He touched his head and said, "Don't wear the veil when you eat. It doesn't bother you."
"Why were you wearing a veil while dancing just now? Is this your ancient Xia custom?"
Zhu Yuan smiled and said, "You can understand it that way." He turned and looked at him, "Your Highness, please help me take off my mask."
Qin Zheng didn't ask him if that was the case, but reached out to help him take it off.
Zhu Yuan did not tell Qin Zheng that after dancing for his beloved, if that person took off his mask with his own hands, it would mean they would be together for life.
"Card!"
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