One hundred and eighty-two, you are here

The grass is flying, there is a new wave of people looking for people outside the bushes, the mountains are full of lights, shouting people, looking for people, dogs barking and horses are raging, Lin Chaoge was extremely uncomfortable, he opened his eyelids and happened to bump into Su Man rubbing his nose that was red from the cold, and the pain on his body was surging like a tide, and his breathing was painful.

Outside the cave is a river, the water overflow bank is low, the white mist is scattered, the fishy smell is mixed with dry firewood smoke, the boneless whitebait drills the mud early to warm up, and it can't come out.

Su Man noticed that a scrutinizing gaze fell on him, and quickly moved away, giving the illusion that it was just unintentional, and said in a deep voice; "But I can't sleep because of the pain, I'm enduring it, and we'll go out when it's dawn." Hating uselessness is a scholar, and he shouldn't have nothing to do but complain about the sky and others.

Lin Chaoge ignored it, and continued to close his eyes, and it was rare to have a trace of clarity in the chaotic sea of knowledge.

"I'll explain to you later why I appeared in Luoyang." The chapped lip flap is half open and half closed, and it is finally a compromise.

Don't even call the master, just call you, Lin Chaoge doesn't care, whether it's a name or a title, it's nothing more than a synonym.

The wood burns and makes a thunderclap, and the sporadic sparks beat, and the line of sight and space are intertwined.

Su Man then silently looked away, pulled over the drying robe and faced Lin Chaoge: "Don't be cold." Picking up the thick wooden stick, the dancing flames from time to time, the sky was still as thick as ink that could not be dyed, and there was no starlight, and the dim red fire lit up the stone wall little by little, dyeing it with a warm and soft color.

The fire in the mountain is still burning and glowing, in the day of January, the snow and snow are falling all over the sky, and after a while, the head is boiled white, who is wet, and it is dangerous to enter the mountain in the middle of the night, not to mention a cotton snow attack on the head, undoubtedly the snow is worse, and the thickened snow boots are inadvertently soaked into the cold between walking. Lighting torches, three, four, and four mountain seekers gathered together.

"Young master, I've been looking for a night, it's going to be dawn this day, why don't you rest first, and wait for the little one to find someone to report." After searching all night without success, people were a little tired, and seeing that the little master had not given up the search, the official wrapped his dark cotton clothes tightly, and couldn't help worrying.

"Get out, keep looking for the master, don't come back if you can't find anyone." suppressed the anger of grief and indignation, clenched his fists and gurgled his fists, and the green tendons between his foreheads burst out.

kicked the flying person, looking for someone overnight, Wang Xifeng's eyes were red and swollen, his whole face was bloody, the brocade robe was cut a lot of sizes, the neat hair crown was messy and fell to the side, and a few frizzy hairs took the opportunity to drill out to breathe, and he was no longer an elegant and noble son.

It is difficult to find someone in the dense forest and snow late at night, but if he is no longer found before dawn, he is in a coma in the snow with his injuries, and Wang Xifeng does not want to think about the pain that he can't bear.

Thousands of miles of dense forests are high and deep, countless large and small cliffs and rivers, looking for a person who is uncertain about life and death is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, the people of the yamen quickly dispatched, nearly hundreds of people with torches to find people, do not let go of any of them, and fly all over the forest, birds and beasts.

The deeper the sky, the more the hanging heart mentioned the throat and the eyes couldn't let go, and the footsteps were deep and shallow on the thick snow.

"Young Master!!"

"Young Master, we've found someone" The first group of guards sent out stumbled with torches, carrying exciting good news.

"Where".

"It's not far ahead."

"Don't lead the way yet." Disperse the four roads to gather on the front line, drive the carriage of the carriage, and find the doctor to find the doctor, and strive to be safe.

Approaching dawn, Lin Chaoge really couldn't bear the sleepiness, leaning on the stone wall for half a moment, the stone wall was uneven and his back hurt, and it was easy to pull the wound, so he had no choice but to sit on the dry thatch and was stunned, tired, but his spirit was extremely tense and excited.

Su Man never closed his eyes all night, his eyes were dark and small, and he was worried that if he fell asleep, the fire would be extinguished unconsciously, and he couldn't leave the fire on the night when the snow fell in winter.

The night is coming to an end, and the dawn is waiting.

Before he slept for too long, Lin Chaoge was woken up again by the sound of footsteps from far and near, and his first reaction was that the group of black-clothed people had found him, panicking, holding the nearest wooden stick with his hand, and the ice at the bottom of his eyes turned into ice.

Under the light of the fire, it was not a bloodthirsty man, but a messy peak, with neat clothes cut large and small, and his cheeks oozed blood.

"You ......" her chapped black lips closed one by one, and she couldn't spit out half of it, so uncomfortable that it was like someone imprisoned her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Lin Yan, it's me, I'm sorry, I'm late." I didn't see him, I heard his voice first, followed by Wang Xifeng's enlarged and haggard face, bloodshot pupils, Lin Chaoge's nose couldn't help but be sour, and he tugged at the placket of someone's clothes; "Why are you here now".

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Hiccup.

"Why are you here now, do you know how scared I am, afraid that I will never see you again, I am so afraid that I will not be able to survive." Lin Chaoge rarely showed his emotions once, and he didn't care about other people, he hugged Wang Xifeng and cried a lot, and he didn't comb away from indifference at all.

"Never again, trust me." Wang Xifeng hugged the person in his arms tightly, his eyes were sour, and his heart that had nowhere to put his restlessness all night finally settled at this moment, as if there were only the two of them left in this world.

The red plum trees in the courtyard were covered with a thin layer of snow, and the sun was about to melt, and the woman in gorgeous clothes standing under the flower tree pinched her veil, wiping the corners of her eyes for a while, covering her lips and nose for a while, and only her low sobs could be heard in the whole cave.

Su Man took the cotton robe handed over by others and withdrew silently.

She combed a falling horse bun, decorated with gold silk begonia flowers, hairpins with red gold inlaid pine crane hairpins, eyebrows and red lips, she was over thirty years old, and looked like a young girl in the prime of jasper.

There were tears in his eyes, and his crying was also charming, and under the bone red cinnabar plum stood a young man in apricot clothes who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a faint impatient expression.

Wang Xifeng only felt that the voice was unusually noisy, and he tiptoed into the snowdrift on the ground, and reached out to pull the low-hanging branches to shake off the snow of a tree.

The woman called the fluttering snowflakes to cover her face, and suddenly froze, and she couldn't react for a while, but she didn't cry now, and dusted off the snowflakes on her body and complained: "Xifeng, what are you doing here......."

"Auntie, don't cry, besides, it doesn't matter to me if your sister Ya'er can't get married, I'm not picking up rags, I'm a woman." Wang Xifeng was annoyed when he saw people crying, and couldn't help but say sarcastically.

Where did he come from, he pounced on the smell of meat, Luoyang Wangfu is a big local household, or when he is stupid enough to see a woman, he can't move his pace, it's really ridiculous.

Lin Chaoge only got out of bed three days later, his body was still weak and weak, his left foot was in a plaster, and his movement was quite inconvenient.

The face is because of a lot of precious soup water poured down, a lot of ruddy, this escaped from death, but also completely fell the incurable root of the disease, there are many wounds on the body, densely superimposed is very terrible, the cold winter wax moon water is the disease of typhoid fever, the warm sun day is good, the most afraid is the wind and cold day, a small illness is constantly sick in bed, the heavy is free from the line of life and death, so that the indoor not only burned the dragon, but also placed several stoves, people outside the natural heat is hot to undress, Lin Chaoge didn't feel anything.

Lin Chaoge got up and walked on the yellow rosewood couch with carved beasts inlaid with beads and jade, and the four-color flower cake and glutinous rice kidney bean cake were placed on the small rosewood coffee table.

Lying on the yellow rosewood couch, I was afraid of being cold, and pulled a snow-white felt blanket to cover my legs, and fell asleep with a groggy soothing incense.

That day, Wang Xifeng waited left and right at home, and he couldn't wait for anyone to come, he looked up at the sky outside, and the panic in his heart gradually amplified, and the people who were repeatedly sent to the forest house to inquire brought the same news every time, and no one returned.

The more I sit at home, the more uneasy my heart becomes, the sky is dark, it is impossible to spend the night outside, the only possibility is that something happened, and hurriedly called someone to take a horse and run outside the city, a cliff just happened to hit Xi'er who drove a horse and fell into the cliff, and the black-clothed man who was looking for people in the dense forest on the mountain, where else can I not understand.

"Are you awake and don't want to sleep a little longer?" As soon as Wang Xifeng came in, what he saw was a picture of a sick beauty nesting on a small couch, the small red lacquered wooden lattice was half-opened with a small slit, the thin sunlight happened to hit the side face of Ruyu, the fine fluff was so cute that it was going to shine, the eyelashes were curled and thick like a butterfly spreading its wings, the small diamond-shaped sandalwood lips were pale and colorless, so soft that it seemed to be dyed for it, and the three thousand black hair was not tied and scattered at will, and the self-composed ink splashed landscape beauty painting.

Lin Chaoge, who was already sleeping lightly, woke up the moment he heard the footsteps, and when he saw that it was him, he winked playfully, adding a touch of vitality to it; "You're here." The eyebrows and eyes are bent, and the bright summer flowers are gorgeous.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Nope." Lin Chaoge shook his head and continued, "I want to see you. Lin Chaoge put his big, somewhat dry hand on his cheek and let it caress him.

"But I was confused by your husband's beauty." Stretched out his hand and pinched the cheeks of the two flesh, full of contentment.

"Well, whose little lady is so handsome, why don't you go back to the village with the king and be a lady who wears gold and silver to eat and drink spicy food." Lin Chaoge was hugged by the waist, and his furry head was forced into his chest, listening to his strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Well, you're not ashamed." The two laughed and rolled into a ball, Wang Xifeng took into account that she had injuries on her body, hugged someone and quietly placed her new body, gently or heavily pinched a pair of soft hands, and her slender chin was on her shoulders, the two were very close, Lin Chaoge only had one side of his face, and his lips would gently rub his cheeks.