Sometime two days later, his father came to his room, and he could feel the guilt and self-blame he felt when he looked at him, "Son, are you better?"

"Who is the wizard?" asked Nalan hatefully.

"She is the highest judge of the royal court. Ji Zhou replied.

"It was because of her words that you took your mother's life?"

"Nope. Ji Zhou replied, "It was your grandfather's archers who shot her, and she was lying in my arms in blood, and I was helpless, crying loudly, and finally I couldn't get her back." If you don't believe it, you can ask anyone in the castle, I didn't lie to you about it, since the day I took office, even all the archers in the castle have been gone. ”

"Or because of a word from the wizard. Nalan retorted, "The archers just received the death warrant from their grandfather, and the cause of their mother's death was buried with the archers, right?"

"Don't talk about wizards. Ji Zhou said angrily, his expression distorted, as if he had touched the bottom line, "You take care of your illness, as for your mother's affairs, you are not allowed to ask about it in the future, otherwise, I dare not guarantee that I will send you to the Heavenly Tower again." After speaking, he walked out the door.

He frowned sadly, closed the door, stood in front of the windowsill, and opened the window to let the cold wind pour into every corner of the house. I don't know how long later, there was a knock on the door, he turned to open the door, and it was the doctor who came to give him medicine. The previous two physicians had nothing to do with the cause of his illness, and his father had already put them to death, but this was the third physician, and he had finally prescribed a prescription, whether it was useful or not, and his whole body was wiped with potion three times a day, and he took the medicine three times a day.

"Take off all your clothes. Physician Tingqi instructed him to place the medicine box and a bowl of hard-to-swallow Chinese medicine on the table. Nalan complied, took off all his clothes, and lay his whole body on the pedal bed, "I don't know if these formulas are useful for your illness, in fact, I don't want to die, I have an eighty-six-year-old mother at home, and six children, the child's mother died of illness at an early age, and I couldn't cure him of a common cold." ”

"Why are you telling me this?" asked Nalan, "aren't you afraid that I will tell my father?"

"I know you don't know how to have children. Tingli said as he opened the medicine box, took out a cotton ball, and wiped every inch of his skin with the potion from the bottle, "Your mother is a kind person, and so are you." ”

"Do you know my mother?" asked Nalan anxiously, almost rolling over.

"I only met her once-in-a-side, and the second time we met, she had already closed her eyes. ”

"Can you tell me about my mother, how she died?"

"Don't ask, kid. Tingjie pulled his arm up and continued to rub the ointment, "I want to live a few more years." He paused for a moment, "But one thing I can tell you is that your father loves your mother very much. ”

"I hate him. Nalan told him, "I hate everyone here, my childhood was trapped in the Heavenly Tower, there was no outside world, there was no frolic, I only saw what spring, summer, autumn and winter were like in books, I also saw little sparrows, pigeons, flowers growing in the wild in books, but I don't know how many years I stayed in the Heavenly Tower?"

"If I remember correctly, you're seventeen years old this year. Tingli said as he packed up the cotton wool and put everything into the medicine box, "Remember to drink the medicine." With that, he went out with the medicine box on his back.

Nalan got dressed, buttoned up, drank the medicine from the bowl as he did, and stood quietly in front of the window. The cold wind blew in through the cracks in the windows, and the snow covered the fields outside, and there were people walking back and forth in the square, and the alleys were overwhelmed with patrols. He wanted to be one of them, even if it was a patrolman. But the strange sickness on his face and neck could frighten everyone, and he was like a monster that would let the people around him leave him.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, the door was not closed, there was a knock on the door and window, he turned around, and a boy stood in the doorway, which was also the fourth day he had been released from the tower.

"May I go in?" said the boy, squatting in the doorway.

"Who are you?" asked Nalan, who felt the voice familiar, he seemed to have heard it before, "Are you Snow?"

"I beg your pardon, it wasn't me who deliberately didn't go to you back then. Snow said apologetically, "Perhaps, I should have come to see you earlier, or." He felt that he was helpless, and he felt that he should go into the house and get closer to him, so he walked in, "I have been delayed because of the matter of going south in the past few days." He said as he walked.

"Everyone in the castle will avoid me, not even my father will care about me, and you, are you still willing to make friends with me?" Nalan's expression was numb and empty, and his voice was faint, like a pool of stagnant water.

Snow frowned lightly and nodded, "I said, I'll be good friends, let's go, I'll take you somewhere." With that, he took Nalan's hand and walked out the door, followed by the snow wolf.