Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

Zhou Qinghe called out "Senior Sister" and then took off his cloak.

"I know that Senior Sister saw that I was wearing thin clothes, but this is a rule set by Senior Sister and I dare not accept it."

Yuebai understood it clearly. As smart and sensitive as Zhou Qinghe was, he could naturally guess where the cloak came from.

But Zhou Qinghe would probably never have thought that what Yuebai said was true and that Queen Jing would prepare clothes for them every year.

Yuebai had never given it to Zhou Mingxuan. She felt that this was Queen Jing's motherly love for her own son and could not be given to others.

Zhou Qinghe noticed that Yuebai had not moved for a long time, so he slowly put down the hand that was holding the cloak, and looked straight at Yuebai with his clear eyes.

The complex emotions in Yuebai's eyes had not yet completely disappeared, which made Zhou Qinghe stunned.

"Sister?"

Yuebai did not take the cloak, but only said: "It is cold at night, please go back early. Since the cloak has been given to you, it belongs to you, and it suits you very well."

After listening to this, Zhou Qinghe looked at Yuebai with more affection in his eyes.

"Qinghe understands Senior Sister's intentions." After saying this, he stopped refusing, put on his cloak and said goodbye.

Yuebai watched Zhou Qinghe walk away before following Huahe into the room.

Huahe helped Yuebai take off her clothes, and put the cloak away after she finished washing up. He turned around and looked at Yuebai, his eyes following the cloak.

"Young Palace Master, you must know that he can only be safe if he stays away from the Young Master."

Hua He was given to Yue Bai by Zhong, so she naturally knew what Yue Bai had done in the past. She felt that she should ensure Yue Bai's safety first.

"Young Palace Master, if you show any sign of getting close to me, you will be so smart that you will find out about my life experience. How will you deal with the enmity between you and your parents, the hatred between the country and the family?"

When Yuebai heard this, he closed his eyes, as if he was comforting Huahe or trying to convince himself.

"Yes, in the current situation, it is best for everyone to be alive."

Huahe blew out the candle and went downstairs. Yuebai looked at the red plum blossoms that Zhou Qinghe had sent to her by the window during the day and could not fall asleep for a long time.

The next morning, Zhou Qinghe sent someone to deliver the word "Fu". The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, and one could tell at a glance that the person who wrote it had developed his own style through years of practice.

The junior brother who delivered the letter lowered his head and explained, "Big Sister, Senior Brother Qinghe said thank you for the cloak, this is a thank you gift."

Yuebai asked Huahe to accept it, and turned around to see Zhou Mingxuan standing in the yard with a somewhat lonely look in his eyes. He always looked cynical on weekdays.

Perhaps because of the hangover, Zhou Mingxuan's face was still a little pale.

Yuebai walked towards him as usual, brushed off the snowflakes that had fallen on his shoulders and asked, "Why don't you come in? I asked Huahe to warm up some sobering soup for you."

After saying that, he turned around and led Zhou Mingxuan into the house, but Zhou Mingxuan did not move. Instead, he grabbed Yuebai's wrist the moment Yuebai turned around.

The woman's wrist was slender and soft, and it felt like a piece of soft jade to the touch. Yuebai turned around and looked at Zhou Mingxuan in confusion.

Zhou Mingxuan's eyes were filled with dark colors. With a hint of paranoia, he lowered his head and asked, "Sister, in these troubled times, we are the only ones who can rely on each other, right?"

Yuebai knew that Zhou Mingxuan had just returned and was already facing the risk of losing his position in her heart. She was a little anxious. After all, Zhou Mingxuan had been being pulled along since he was a child, and she was holding Zhou Mingxuan's kite string in her hand.

He will be constantly pulled and entangled, worried about gains and losses, and finally go crazy. Feeling the boy's burning body temperature on his wrist, Yuebai said slowly.

"Of course, it was my elder sister who carried you, who was still an infant, all the way to the academy. No one can compare to us."

Then Yuebai gently approached Zhou Mingxuan, as if whispering in his ear: "No matter what happens, sister will protect you."

She said it so confidently that Zhou Mingxuan almost drowned in her eyes.

"Sister, don't lie to me, don't abandon me."

Yuebai took Zhou Mingxuan into the house and put the sobering soup in his hand.

"You are not a child anymore, drink it yourself."

Zhou Mingxuan did not refuse and directly took the sobering soup and drank it all. Just after he finished drinking, a candied fruit was fed to the corner of his mouth. The sweet and sour taste of plum instantly filled his entire mouth.

When Zhou Mingxuan was a child, he was weak and almost died several times due to the unfamiliar climate and climate during the journey. It was Yuebai who forced him to drink the medicine.

At that time, little Zhou Mingxuan would be angry with Yuebai, but he would be coaxed immediately if he was fed a candied plum.

"Sister..." Yuebai's hand was held by Zhou Mingxuan, "I don't like that Zhou Qinghe. I don't like the way he looks at you."

That kind of forbearing and restrained emotion constantly reminded Zhou Mingxuan that Zhou Qinghe would snatch his sister away, even though his sister had already promised him that she had no intention of getting married.

Yuebai did not pull her hand away, but covered Zhou Mingxuan's hand with her other hand.

"Sister, I only have a friendship with Zhou Qinghe as a fellow student, nothing more."

Is there nothing more to the friendship between fellow students?

Zhou Qinghe raised his hand and slowly lowered it to hold the door.

Originally Zhou Qinghe was planning to ask Yuebai about the possible uses of those blessing characters, but who knew he would run into such a scene.

Zhou Mingxuan easily saw through his ambition hidden under his gentle appearance, so he would confirm again and again whether Yuebai would choose him.

And I also saw through the paranoia behind Zhou Mingxuan's carelessness. Maybe it was because Zhou Mingxuan didn't have much since he was a child, so he was obsessed with holding on to what belonged to him.

Originally they had no conflict, but who could blame Zhou Mingxuan for having his paranoia which happened to be his ambition?

During countless days and nights in the Liang Palace, he always longed for warmth, but never got it. Zhou Qinghe was taught that one can only talk about other things after he has everything.

The joyful atmosphere in the house had nothing to do with Zhou Qinghe. He tightened his cloak, turned around and disappeared in the wind and snow.

Yuebai seemed to sense something and looked up and asked Huahe, "Is someone coming?"

Hua He was handling the dried herbs in his hands and answered nonchalantly, "It's snowing heavily, I'm afraid no one will come at this time."

Yuebai withdrew his gaze and no longer cared.

At dusk, the snow gradually stopped, and the afterglow of the sun shone on the snow with a unique warm glow.

A familiar-looking young disciple walked along the gravel road, ran to the wooden house and knocked on the door.

Hua He saw the person coming and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The Palace Master asked the Young Palace Master to go to Xuanji Palace."

Hua He heard this and looked at Yue Bai. Yue Bai asked, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"

The disciple thought for a moment and said, "The Palace Master said to bring the tortoise shell with the hexagram pattern."

Upon hearing this, Yuebai glanced at Zhou Mingxuan beside him. Zhou Mingxuan understood and stood up to say goodbye.

"Sister, go find the Palace Master. I'll go back by myself."

Yuebai packed up a little and went out with the tortoise shell with the hexagram pattern.

Xuanji Hall was not far from where Yuebai lived, and Yuebai reached Xuanji Hall in just a cup of tea.

When Zhong? saw her coming, he took her directly to the hexagram. Before Yuebai had time to ask the reason, she saw that it was the Li hexagram and the lower Kan hexagram.

Big bad.

She is no longer the half-baked person who couldn't even tell the truth when asking divinations.

"Master? What kind of divination is this?" Yuebai asked anxiously. Her heart was beating very fast and she had a bad feeling in her heart.

"It is the fate of the country of Jiang. It is very bad." As if to confirm something, Zhong Yu raised his hand to tell the hexagram again.

Still very bad.

Yuebai also took out his own tortoise shell and started to cast a hexagram.

Question: The destiny of our country.

Big bad.

Asked whether King Jin was alive or dead.

Death hexagram.

Asked about the life and death of the queen of the country.

Death hexagram.

Yuebai made divination again and again with trembling hands.

After asking all three thousand hexagrams, none of them gave any result.

Finally, the sound of the bell seemed to come from the side and fell into Yuebai's ears, suddenly like a thunder.

"Yuebai, stop it, destiny is not on our side."

Yue Bai looked at the scattered fortune sticks and raised his head to ask, "When I was young, I fled and was very careful all the way to the academy and met my master.

After the restoration of the country, I never thought of going back, but my adoptive parents had taken care of me after all, and I didn't want them to end up like this.

Master, Master, please help me."

Yuebai looked up at Zhong?, her eyes filled with tears. Zhong? seemed to see the little girl who stubbornly asked her to be her teacher many years ago.

In the blink of an eye, she has grown up. Zhong Yu gently wiped away Yue Bai's tears, but his words were not gentle at all: "Yue Bai, you must understand that this is destiny. I told you in your first lesson of Yi Li that destiny cannot be violated."

"Master... please allow me to go down the mountain."

Yuebai bowed deeply at Zhong?'s feet. Zhong? had always loved her, and except for the ceremony of becoming a disciple, he had never asked Yuebai to perform such a grand ceremony.