Nam Zhi walked into the carriage and saw that Sang Yu was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but she was still trying to control herself from falling asleep. Nanzhi shook her head helplessly, walked over and pressed her down on the bed.

"Miss," Sang Yu woke up and struggled to sit up.

"Don't move, lie down and sleep." Nam Chi pressed her shoulders and took the quilt over him.

"Miss, I'm fine, I'm ......" Sang Yu still struggled to get up, she obviously wanted to take care of Miss, but she was taken care of by Miss, how could this work.

"If I let you fall asleep, you will fall asleep, and Miss won't listen to what she says?" Nanzhi feigned anger.

Sang Yu looked at Nanzhi with gentle eyes for a while, then sighed and lay down obediently, with a smile on the corner of his mouth that was not returned.

Nanzhi saw her lying down obediently, so she was satisfied, and helped him cover the quilt and walked out.

Sang Yu looked at Nanzhi's back, and slowly closed his eyes until he couldn't see anymore, remembering his days in Mount Meru.

When I was ten years old, there was a monk in the family, and there was a little girl carved in pink, the little girl was very lively, as soon as she entered the house, she held her hand as if she was familiar, and looked at herself with bright eyes.

In fact, at that time, Nanzhi had no one to play with her for a long time, and she was naturally very happy to meet a peer at last.

Sang Yu looked at Nanzhi, who was half a head shorter than herself, very cute, and fell in love with her at once.

The monk lived on the mountain, and he came to discuss with his mother whether he could go up the mountain to take care of Nanzhi, it turned out that it was not difficult to go south and north, and it was not difficult to take a child, just buy what he wanted, but now he wants to practice on Mount Meru, and the monk himself can't cook, and he is afraid that he will be hungry for Nanzhi, so he comes to the village to find a cook.

Sang Yu looked up at her mother, hoping that she could agree, so that she could play with Xiao Nanzhi.

The mother hesitated for a while and agreed, and Sang Yu couldn't hide the joy on her face, and she held Nanzhi's hand tightly and shook it.

My mother took Sang Yu up the mountain to find Nanzhi in the morning, and she had to go back in the afternoon. The relationship between the two little girls is excellent, and neither of them wants to be separated at night.

Later, one day, Sang Yu and his mother did not come up the mountain, Nanzhi was so anxious that he was afraid that something would happen to the two of them, so he begged the monk to take him down to find her, but the monk was busy practicing and refused to go, so Nanzhi had to go to find it himself.

Lu Nanzhi walked up the mountain only once, and he didn't remember much, so he followed the traces of someone walking, but the more and more he went away, and finally he was completely lost in the mountain.

Nanzhi was only seven years old, and the more he walked, the more frightened he became, and he cried in a hurry, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and his foot was accidentally twisted, and Nanzhi was afraid to curl up by the tree, looking at the darkness around him, and he didn't dare to cry.

At this time, there was a call in the distance, Nanzhi raised his head, saw a fire coming towards this side, and also shouted in a crying voice, "I'm here." ”

When Sang Yu walked in, she looked at Nanzhi, who was crying like a tearful person, and quickly hugged her shoulders and comforted her, at this moment she felt that she was a big sister and wanted to protect her sister.

Sang Yu carried Nanzhi on his back, Nanzhi carried the lamp, and the two of them walked slowly like this.

"Sang Yu, why didn't you come this morning," Nan Zhi asked, leaning on Sang Yu's small shoulder, his tone still hoarse after crying.

Sang Yu lowered his head and looked at the road in front of him, "My mother was sick this morning and couldn't get up." "In fact, he was beaten by his own father and couldn't get out of bed, and the gambler's father lost money, so he beat and scolded Sang Yu and his mother when he went home, and Sang Yu is still in pain.

Nanzhi lowered his head and saw the bruise on Sang Yu's neck by the lamp, and frowned, this was obviously beaten, Nanzhi suddenly couldn't sit still, struggling to get down. "Sangyu, you let me down, I'll go by myself."

"Your feet are twisted how to walk by yourself, don't worry, I will carry you on my back, and I won't drop you." Sang Yu turned her head and smiled, still so gentle, hugging Nanzhi tightly to prevent her from coming down.

Namzhi didn't struggle either, just silently didn't touch her wounds.

Sang Yu thought that he was also in pain to death at that time, and he didn't have a good skin on his body, but he still didn't want Nanzhi to go by himself, and he felt that he was alive again when he carried her.

In the past, I had been living in the dark and scared all day long, but now it is different, with Namji, I have the hope of living. The appearance of Nanzhi is like a light in the night, and for Nanzhi, tonight's mulberry elm is not light.

Sang Yu also stayed on the mountain for a night and slept with Nanzhi, but she didn't dare to take off her clothes, for fear that Nanzhi would see that she was covered with injuries, so she said that she was afraid of the cold and wore thick clothes to sleep, and Nanzhi didn't poke her.

Early the next morning, my mother came up to the mountain to cook, called Sangyu, and told her to stay on the mountain and not go home. Sang Yu was stunned for a moment and nodded silently.

Sang Yu knew that he was not their biological since he was a child, because every time his father beat him, he would always scold himself for being a cheap person that no one wanted, dragging oil bottles, and telling his life experience when he was drunk.

Nanzhi saw that Sang Yu's mother was also injured, so he went to ask Sang Yu.

The two children sat on the stone bench under the cherry blossom tree in front of the house, and Nanzhi angrily broke the branch in his hand, "Then why didn't your mother take you away, why did such a person live with him?" ”

Sang Yu smiled, as gentle as her mother, "Maybe it's because the teenagers are in love, they have seen each other's best appearances, and they have had a happy time, so they still have expectations." ”

Sang Yu lay on the bed, raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, the teenagers met, they had seen each other's best appearance, and they had a happy time, so can I still have something to look forward to?

Since then, Sang Yu has lived with Nanzhi, and the relationship between the two is very good, until when they finally returned to the palace, Sang Yu also followed.

But after returning to the palace, everything changed. I became a maidservant, I can't sleep with Nanzhi anymore, and I can't happily hug Nanzhi, everything has to follow the rules, and this rule is to make myself more and more estranged from Nanzhi.

But Nanzhi didn't alienate himself, he worked hard to improve, the rules he learned were exactly the same, and the etiquette couldn't be faulty, just to stand silently behind Nanzhi, maybe he couldn't stand side by side with Nanzhi in this life.

She is useless, she can't protect her when she is in danger, and she has to worry about distracting herself to protect herself.

Sang Yu turned sideways, grabbed the quilt to wrap his shoulders, covered his face with his hands, and wept silently.

Namgyg stepped out of the carriage, and Seventeen was still guarding outside, wearing half of his mask, looking cold and lonely.

"Didn't you say you were going to take off your mask? Why are you still wearing it? Nanzhi walked to the stone under the tree and sat down.

Seventeen heard Nanzhi's words, his body immediately tensed, he twisted his head unnaturally, and slowly walked in front of Nanzhi, "I'm used to it, and I've been wearing this mask since I became a dark guard." ”

Nanzhi sighed, Seventeen looked like he was only seventeen years old, and it was too cruel for such a teenager to hide in the shadows like a shadow all day long. "Pick it, I'll let you pick it."

Seventeen frowned in embarrassment, hesitated for a while, and watched Nanzhi staring at him without blinking, his face suddenly became hot, and he slowly reached out and took off the mask, lowering his head and not daring to look at her.

Nanzhi was stunned, this is completely the appearance of a snowpiercer, with a high nose and big eyes, snow-white skin, extremely handsome, taking off the mask and even becoming outstanding in temperament, no one can even recognize the woman dressed as a man.

Nanzhi began to marvel at where his father had found the people, could it be that all his secret guards were so good-looking?

Seventeen saw Nanzhi staring at his face, a little at a loss, his eyes never dared to look at her again, he could only blush, and lowered his head.

Only then did Nanzhi notice that his little secret guard seemed to be a little shy, and the tips of his ears were red.

"Ahem," Nanzhi cleared her throat to ease the atmosphere, "Are you from Snowpiercer?" Nanzhi asked cautiously.

"I am," Seventeen looked up slightly, glanced at Nanzhi and quickly lowered his head.

Nanzhi has a strong instinct, although this person is his own secret guard, he has never regarded himself as a secret guard, and many of his behaviors are not like those trained by the dark guard.

Nanzhi became more and more confused, "You are from the Snow Country, and you have an ice and snow sword that only the royal family has, so what is your identity?" ”

Seventeen suddenly frowned, took a deep breath and said, "Master, I fled to the capital after being chased and killed, and later became a secret guard by mistake."

Nanzhi swallowed nervously as he saw him, knowing that he must be hiding something, but he didn't want to say that he wouldn't ask questions, after all, everyone has their own secrets.

Nanzhi stood up suddenly, and looked at Seventeen with a smile on his face, "Seventeen, lend me your sword." ”

Seventeen handed over the sword without hesitation, but Nanzhi didn't expect him to be so refreshing, so he had to take the sword and look at it happily.

The Ice and Snow Sword is indeed as its name, the sword body is transparent, glowing with blue sword qi, I don't know what the material is, but it still has some weight, it is worthy of being a royal sword. Nanzhi looked at it for a while and then gave it back to him.

"Okay, you go down and rest first, you should be tired after so many days."

"But I should follow my master. Where is the master, I am there. Seventeen looked up and said stubbornly.

"Do you want to follow me when I sleep?" Nanzhi suddenly remembered this question.

"No, if that's the case, I would have found out that you had left the capital early, and I would have followed you a long time ago." Seventeen shook his head sadly.

Nanzhi suddenly remembered that Seventeen and Ye Jingyu met on the mountain, and asked, "Why did you fight with Ye Jingyu today?"

Seventeen raised his head suddenly, his face turned red, his mouth opened and closed again, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

But Namgyhya understood, and it seemed that something unspeakable. Nanzhi's face immediately became gloomy, it seemed that he had been too good to someone these days, so that he forgot that he was sent to the fence. Thinking about it, he moved his wrist to look for someone.