The imperial doctor came, bandaged the wounds on his body, and when asked when he would wake up, the imperial doctor squeaked for a long time before he opened his mouth, and finally said that it was up to him whether he could wake up due to his injuries, and said that it was not that he couldn't wake up, but he didn't want to wake up.

Why don't you want to wake up?

There are more and more questions lingering in his mind, but the most important thing to know is who hurt him so badly.

It's all like a mystery, and the only person who can solve it finally wakes up after months in a coma.

When Nangong Luojing gathered his thoughts, the sound of the wheels and bones of the carriage outside the carriage and the powerful rhythm of the horses' hooves had gradually subsided.

"Princess, it's here" The slightly respectful voice of the coachman outside the car sounded, and then Yan'er got up and jumped out of the carriage first, lifting the curtain for Nangong Luo Jing with one hand.

Nangong Luojing moved his body, and before stepping out of the carriage, he raised his eyes and saw the plaque hanging high outside the car, where the residual snow fell, there were two big words engraved on his forehead.

He had been coming to this place almost every day for the past few months, and from the beginning he was full of anticipation that the man who was still in bed would wake up sooner, and in the end there was only a glimmer of hope that he would wake up in this winter.

Even if there are no longer as many expectations as before, there is still a glimmer of hope after all, and I can't give up, and I can't give up

Now that he had finally woken up, the stone hanging in his heart had fallen, and he felt a little excited to come to this place again.

As soon as the "little princess" got out of the carriage, a person dressed as a house slave came forward, saluted, and led Nangong Luo Jing towards the Feng Mansion.

The three of them walked towards the place where Feng Yin was, and no one spoke along the way, making the original silence of the snow in this wind mansion more and more quiet.

The snow is white, covered on the eaves, the edge of the promenade, everywhere you go is clear with the cold of winter snow, but Nangong Luojing's mood at the moment is excited, although it is cold, but the warmth rises from the bottom of her heart.

As soon as he arrived at the door of Fengyin's room, Nangong Luo Jing unexpectedly saw that in addition to Nangong Ling's guardian Feng Qian, there was also the elder on the Qi Mountain, I don't know if it was an illusion, seeing this elder again today felt that he was a little younger than before, and maybe the masters outside the world had a little bit of the sense of the ancient road fairy wind, and on the side was Feng Qing, who guided her in the Qi Mountain that day.

The house slave who led the way just wanted to raise his voice to say goodbye, but was signaled to retreat by Nangong Luojing, so he bowed his head timidly.

Nangong Luojing turned sideways, his eyes fell on the person in front of the elder, at this time, Feng Yin had been slowly helped up and sat on the bed, his face seemed to be a little painful, it seemed that they might have been talking for a while.

Nangong Luojing and Yan'er stood outside the door for a while, and several people in the room didn't even notice it, until the maid who delivered the medicine came to the door with the bowl of black medicine, and several people in the room were distracted by the maid's timid voice, and their eyes fell on Nangong Luojing and Yan'er who were standing outside the door.

"I've seen the princess" I only heard that several people in the room saluted Nangong Luo Jing one after another, and in the same voice, there was also the Feng Yin who woke up from a coma.

Catching up with the bunches of eyes cast in the room, Nangong Luo Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "The elder hasn't seen you for a long time, Luo Jing is a junior, it should be Luo Jing who bows to the elder" While speaking, Eleven Yan'er took the medicine and walked into the room, Xu stood outside the door for too long, and her cheeks, which were a little red from cold, suddenly felt a little warmer the moment she entered the room.

When I stood outside the door, I just felt that they were talking seriously, and when I stepped into the room at this time, I realized that the atmosphere in the room was a little dull, unusually dull.

Nangong Luojing glanced at the people standing in the room and the people sitting on the bed, and his heart became a little heavy, and the excitement he had received when he woke up had long since disappeared at this moment.

Then, when his eyes fell on Feng Yin's body, the painful look on his face was long gone, but there were a few more strands of loss in coldness, which did not match the look he had always shown in front of him, and he was used to the gentleness with a slight smile in his eyes, but at this moment he was not used to his indifferent and abrupt expression.

"Qing'er, Qian'er, let's go" Just as Nangong Luo Jing secretly thought about the unnaturalness and the coldness on Feng Yin's face that she had felt since she stepped into this room, the elder was about to leave, and when he raised his eyes to meet the elder's eyes, his face was still a smile of birth, as faint as a float.

Nangong Luojing's hand in his sleeve couldn't help but tremble, and his heart moved slightly, after the elder left with Feng Qing and Feng Qian, Nangong Luo Jing turned his head to Yan'er and said, "Yan'er, you go to the hall first and wait" She froze her mind, and her eyes did not look at Yan'er who was standing aside, but looked at the goose feather snow that began to fall outside the window again.

Yan'er was stunned, and Feng Yin, whose eyes fell on the bed, hesitated for a while, pursed her lips and said nothing, and then retreated out of the door.

The snow fell silently, silently, like the dreary atmosphere in the room.

Both of them were silent, and the time passed by

The cold wind rushed into the room from the window, and the snow fell into the room, unwillingly melted away and turned into water.

Thick heat came out of the brazier on the side, and the cold wind blew in, and the flames were slightly slanted.

Nangong Luojing lowered his eyes, slowly walked to the window, stretched out the hand hidden in his sleeve, spread out his palm to take the ice condensation that melted at the touch, the cold wind blew straight in from the open window, the red collar of the snow coat rose with the wind, and the woman's clothes were whirring in the wind, and the tent was up and down, and for a while the silence was broken by the extremely harmonious wind and sleeves, and the rhythm of the tent falling was vividly broken.

The snow particles rose to the soft lines of the woman's face, tightly intertwined with the woman's silver hair, the white clothes fluttered, the clothes fluttered, the silver hair fluttered in the wind, drawing a beautiful dream-like arc, and the delicate back was cold and lonely.

Lonely, a shallow smile, as if mockingly drawn from Nangong Luojing's soft lips, where did such a feeling come from.

The deep voice of the man in the "princess" room sounded slowly, and there was some unbearable in the words, some distress, and a trace of pain in the heart.

Nangong Luojing withdrew his hand and did not respond, but still stood resolutely in front of the window.

The cold wind hit her face through the window, and it hurt like pins and needles, but she didn't care, as if the cold wind in this cold day could break the dullness in this room, in fact, it was broken.

He finally opened his mouth, and he looked up at her standing firmly in front of the window, letting the wind and snow raise her hair and hit her stunning face.

His heart still can't bear it, it still can't bear it

The heart that is unbearable will take root and sprout, grow in the heart, and it will not be able to get rid of it if it is unpleasant.