The clear and pleasant voice spit out vague words: "Brother... big brother... hug..."
On the chubby cheeks like snow jade, a pile of pear dimples loomed.
The man froze.
Muyan was also stunned.
Just at this time—
"... Your Highness... Your Highness Luo Yu... Where are you? Come out!"
Muyan's heart skipped a beat.
No wonder she felt familiar with this man, no wonder she felt familiar with this little boy.
It turned out that these two people were Yun Ruohan and Lan Luoyu.
Many, many years ago, it was the senior brother who was still a teenager and the seventh junior brother who was a child.
…
As soon as this thought flashed across, the scene in front of Muyan changed.
"Big brother, big brother..." Luo Yu, who had grown up a little bit, ran in with short legs, and chubby clenched his hands tightly into fists.
The baby fat on the face faded a little, making the two dimples more obvious.
It wasn't until he rushed in front of Yun Ruohan that Luo Yu spread his hands and showed a silly smile: "Brother, eat... snow lotus cake, made by mother, sweet!"
Yun Ruohan opened his fat claws, and said sharply: "I told you not to enter my ghost hall again, didn't you hear?"
Xiao Luoyu stared blankly at his empty hands, then at the snow lotus cake that fell on the ground, his mouth was flattened, and his big eyes were filled with tears.
But he didn't cry, but squatted down, carefully picked up a piece with his fingers, and brought it to Yun Ruohan's mouth: "Brother, sweet, Xiao Qi has eaten it."
Yun Ruohan was caught off guard, and was poked to his lips by that soft little hand.
In an instant, the rich sweetness spread from the lips and teeth to the tip of the tongue, and silently penetrated into his heart.
Seeing him eating the snow lotus cake, Xiao Luoyu smiled happily, revealing her lovely dimples: "Brother, is it sweet? Xiaoqi, take it again, brother, eat! Every day is sweet."
sweet.
This word, which should have nothing to do with his life, was engraved in his soul irresistibly without warning, and could not be erased.
…
"Brother, it will be Xiaoqi's birthday party in three days. The queen mother will prepare a lot of gifts for Xiaoqi. Brother, can you come with me? Xiaoqi will share the gifts with you."
Looking at Xiao Luoyu's expectant eyes, Yun Ruohan avoided his gaze and showed a self-deprecating smile.
Ghosts and nightmares represent killing, insidiousness, and ghosts and monsters that everyone hates.
And Xiao Qi is the only prince born to the current empress, the heir to the royal family who has the blood of a pure summoner.
He was born to be revered by people, and he was born to stand on a high place and be admired by all peoples.
A filthy person like himself who crawled out of a sinister hell, what qualifications does he have to stand by his side? To share his gift
The royal family kept him and gave him the title of His Royal Highness, but because of the strength of [Ghost Nightmare], there is still some use value.
Seeing his refusal, Xiao Luoyu firmly grabbed his hand and resorted to crying, making trouble, and hanging himself.
Yun Ruohan couldn't resist, and almost agreed.
He can secretly hide behind the screen, give blessings to Xiao Qi, and watch him radiate a radiant light.
…
On the day of Xiao Luoyu's birthday, Yun Ruohan had already walked in front of [Fengyi Palace], but heard the conversation of several maids.
"I don't know what your Highness thinks, why do you always run to that [Ghost Nightmare Palace]? The place is gloomy and cold, and I feel terrible when I see it from a distance. Your Highness is even more creepy. I heard that The bones of the people he killed can be piled up into a mountain... "