Chapter 5: The Prince Grows Up (1)

Snow likes nothing more than to sleep on the hard stone slabs of the tower, watching the heavy sky press against him, and he feels like he is flying in the sky. He also likes to watch the candles in the distance light up in the distance, illuminating the towers and halls of the royal court. He prefers to listen to the roar of wolves in the distance, as if this sound has been in his life since childhood. Therefore, at the moment when he had a memory, a she-wolf was always by his side.

For so many years, he often dreamed that a baby was crying in an uninhabited cave, and the sound penetrated the wolves running in the grassland, and the wolves sang to the sky, the voice was long and mournful, and a she-wolf ran all the way towards the baby and fed the milk into the baby's mouth. Sometimes, he also dreamed that a pack of wolves surrounded the baby in a circle, guarding him during the day and all night, not being able to get close to any of the hunters, and even biting to death several hunters who stole him. This dream has been in Snow Dream's dream for many years, and every time he wakes up, he has to stare at the snow wolf for a long time, "What is the connection between the dream and the snow wolf who is protecting me at this moment?" Every time he asked Snow Wolf, he couldn't get an answer, and in the depths of his memory, Snow Wolf had already sacrificed his life to save him twice.

When he was six years old, he climbed to the top of the poplar tree to dig a bird's nest, accidentally fell from the poplar tree, and broke a bone. Snow Wolf searched for Snow's scent, pulled his clothes and brought him back to the royal court. When he was four years old, Ji Zhou took Snow and the kings to hunt on the grassland, and was attacked by wolves on the grassland. The wolves rushed towards the crowd, dozens of guards were bitten to death or bitten, and at the moment when a wolf pounced on Snow, the snow wolf also rushed over, biting the wolf's hind legs, bleeding to the ground, but not dead. The snow wolf threw the wolf far away, grinning and letting out a fierce roar to protect Snow, and the wolves quickly fled the scene.

"Why didn't the snow wolf bite the wolf, because you're of the same kind?" Snow thought, still sleeping on the tower's hard stone slabs, moving his stiff, sore legs. He turned over and carefully examined the snow wolf beside him, "Snow wolf, can you tell me the answer?" He jumped down from the city wall, squatted in front of the snow wolf, and said to himself expectantly, "You are a wolf, why did Master name you Snow Wolf, and my father-in-law named me Snow? Who am I, neither Master nor my father-in-law will tell me the truth, if I become a wolf, I will be able to talk to you, will I know the answer?"

Once, Snow asked his stepfather, Ji Zhou, once, and his father-in-law only told him, "The seeds sown have grown, and when the time comes, I will tell you all the children." ”

He couldn't get an answer from Ji Zhou, he only remembered that his master Buyi Lingyu, who had brought him up since he was a child, often said, "Snow is a child blessed by the gods of heaven, and he still has wolf blood on his body." As for the rest, Master kept silent, and no one dared to mention it, and he never asked who his parents were. Ji Zhou's requirements for Xue Nuo are like those for His Royal Highness the Prince, training martial arts, governing the country, cruelty, military training, and executing prisoners, and he has not learned any of them. The father-in-law was cruel and violent, killing people without blinking, but the only one who cared for him, and the father-in-law regarded him as the god and faith in his heart, just like his father.

He didn't like to be locked up in the sword training room, surrounded by weapons and swords, and the cruel master would torture him to the point of being miserable, and he would be tortured to the point of exhaustion if he didn't use any work. He felt that the sword room was his cell, the royal court was his prison, and the two Da Dan Yu were the prison wardens. He longed for the day when the vast world outside was beckoning to him.

He also heard from the adults in the city that it was Ji Zhou's father, Wei Luo Guo Da Dan Yu, who took him in and his master, but he had no influence on Wei Luo Guo in the slightest, after all, Wei Luo Guo Da Dan Yu was only three years old when he died.

Snow was six years old as he can remember, and he used a lot of adjectives at that time, and he would often hear the adults in the city compliment him on being handsome, clever, mischievous, mischievous, and so on. When I grew up, I listened more to him as handsome, lively, and sensible. His demeanor is quiet and Lingran, his face is angular, his facial features are delicate with a touch of handsomeness, and his handsomeness is with a touch of gentleness, and the temperament exuded from his body is so complex, like a mixture of various temperaments, in those gentleness and handsomeness, there is a unique ethereal and handsome! His eyes are deep, like twinkling stars in the night sky, and with two slender daggers as sharp black eyebrows, he looks particularly handsome.

There were many adults and ladies of the knightly family in the royal court who liked to play with him, and they appeared in front of him in all kinds of bright clothes. Of course, sometimes he often flattered those noble ladies, but he caused a lot of peach blossoms, and those noble ladies had to shout to marry him. But in the end, he couldn't compete with Miss Lan Yuting, and as soon as the daughter of this stepfather came forward, he would definitely keep those young ladies away from him.

He often defended his black hair, tied a black ribbon behind his head, pulled the sleeves of his arms high, and then often practiced martial arts and archery in the square. The broad and strong arms exuded the vitality of the temperament of a young man, and the muscles were clear and beautiful, with vigorous vitality, unlike the guards and messengers who sat at the table drinking mare's milk wine, and their bodies were as bloated as a fat pig, which could not be described.

He would also jump up to the fruit grove in the back mountain to pick wild fruits to eat, or stand in the courtyard to sweep the red maple leaves on the roof that fell in autumn, his slender and vigorous body was as flexible as a leopard, and the snow wolf would always accompany him not far away, rubbing around him when necessary, and instantly he recalled that the master would reproach him for being playful again, so he thought to himself, "It's over, I haven't practiced archery yet, and the master is going to punish me again." ”