Her thoughts were far away, noisy and unbearable, a little heavy, and even a little uneven, but where the injustice was, she couldn't think clearly, and it was difficult to figure it out.

She also began to look into the snow-white depths in front of her, without saying a word.

The two of them walked not far away, and Lan Yeyu began to bend down to collect medicine.

Most of those medicinal materials are known to Sihan, but there are also many medicinal herbs that he does not know. After Lan Yeyu's cloth pocket tied with his robe was full of medicinal herbs, he turned his head to look at Sihan, and said hoarsely and softly: "Okay, go back to the cave." ”

Sihan still didn't say a word, just nodded, and helped him turn around and return the way he came.

The cold wind had fallen a lot of snow again, obscuring her and his first footprints.

On this return journey, because both of them were tired and weak, walking became more and more slow and difficult.

During the whole process, Sihan was silent, Lan Yeyu was silent, but the atmosphere was not embarrassing, and between the two, there was a kind of harmony, even an inexplicable and heavy.

When he finally returned to the outside of the cave, the fire that Lan Yeyu had originally built was only a spark, and when he put all the medicinal flowers and herbs in his pocket in the snow, he began to continue to make a fire on the dead branches on the side.

Sihan stood quietly aside, quietly watching him.

I saw that in just a moment, he set up the firewood, and even ignited the firewood by blowing a little with his mouth and all the sparks involved.

For a moment, the firewood burned vigorously and creaked.

When it was all done, he began to dig through the snow with a tree roll, and when he had pulled the snow away to reveal the dirt, his slender fingertips dug into the dirt and dug out a pile of mud alive.

Seeing that his fingertips were full of red soil, Sihan's pupils shrank, and finally frowned, and then slowly stepped forward two steps and stopped beside him, "What are you going to do?" ”

With a smile on his pale face, he raised his eyes and glanced at Sihan, and replied slightly crisply, "Burn the jar." ”

"Jars?" Sihan asked subconsciously.

He nodded, "To boil medicinal herbs, you always need jars." This time the climate is cold and cold, and the humidity is extremely heavy, and the small injuries of the cloth are very easy to lead to heart disease. ”

It's heart disease again!

This guy only walked out of the ghost gate yesterday, but now it's good, early in the morning, it's blowing wind outside, making a fire, and barbecue, and even going to pick herbs, and even make jars, in order to boil medicine for her!

I have to say that at this time, she didn't dare to imagine how this Lan Yeyu dragged her staggering and weak body to collect firewood and make a fire this morning, let alone how this guy fought the prey in this snowy land, she just felt that everything he gave her came too violently, and for a while, it also made her know and even understand too much, so she was under pressure, and she didn't know how to face it, or even dismiss it.

She was silent for a moment, and finally lowered her eyes, her expression undulating and heavy.

"The regent is also unwell, he deserves to rest at this time, why bother doing this for the sake of this palace. What you have given to this palace is already too much, and if you do this for this palace again, this palace will ......."

As soon as the words arrived here, my heart trembled, and for a while, the words were slightly inexplicably choked.

Lan Yeyu said slowly: "It's just that I'm trapped here, and I have the heart to do this." is also like this fired porcelain jar, this may be the last time Weichen fired. ”

As soon as these words fell, he raised his eyes and smiled at Sihan, and continued: "If the eldest princess is moved by this, it is not necessary. But if the eldest princess can watch the fire for Weichen at this time, and then throw firewood into the fire a little, Weichen may be more happy. ”

Sihan's expression moved slightly, and he didn't speak, but after a moment of silence, he finally got up a little and cut a few large bush leaves, and after laying them on the snow, he said: "After squatting for a long time, your legs can't stand it, you sit down." ”

The corners of Lan Yeyu's eyes were slightly raised, and she was warmly stared.

Sihan raised his eyes and glanced at him, didn't want to say anything more, just sat down on the bush leaves first, and then began to pick up the dead branches on the side, adding them to the fire little by little.

This time, the firewood was vigorous, and the red flames jumped in all directions.

Sitting facing the fire, the cool body was also roasted, and the face that had already been frozen slightly stiff was finally eased down.

The coldness all over his body was finally swept away, and the tension and stiffness in Sihan's body gradually relaxed.

At this moment, Lan Yeyu also sat down next to her slightly, and for a while, the two sat side by side, their bodies touched, and the blood-colored robes on the two of them also overlapped and attached to each other, showing harmony.

Sihan lowered his eyes, glanced at the blood-colored robe that fell on the ground, and said in a low voice: "The wound on your body is cracked?" ”

"No, I didn't." He replied calmly, gently and calmly.

Sihan twitched the corner of his eyes, "But this palace has just seen blood oozing out of your robe." ”

"The eldest princess has seen the flowers, and there has never been anything." He continued.

Sihan's brows also furrowed, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at him, but it happened to meet his warm and distant pupils.

"What are you staring at this palace for? The clay pot is not burning anymore? She asked again in a low and hoarse voice.

As soon as these words came out, he finally lowered his eyes slightly, and did not answer the rhetorical question, "Although I have taken refuge here this time, although I am fleeing, I am also far away from the world and free from the world." The ground is full of snow white, and the eldest princess walks with Wei Chen, so it feels like heaven and earth, only you and me, supporting each other, stable, but also harmonious. Wechen once thought that in this life, Wechen must have been a foot on the battlefield, or a fresh clothes and angry horse, and even, all the time will be spent in calculation and step by step to win, and also laughed at the world's so-called peace and contentment, family music and filial piety, only because of ignorance and not seeking to improve the people, will stop at stability, thus, live enough days of slaughter and oppression, but unexpectedly, this time on the hillside, there is no slave surrounding, no wealth and glory, and even the damp cave can not live, but I feel that this situation, it seems that there is nothing bad, even, Precious. ”

Sufficient, precious......

These words are in the ear, if you say that the heart has no feeling, it is impossible.

Sihan hung his head tightly, his eyes were full of ups and downs, and his mood was also bumpy and swaying, shocking and uneven.

In the past two days, Lan Yeyu has completely subverted and seemed to change, or perhaps, the high place is too cold and lonely, or although this guy is cold and ruthless, but he is a flesh-and-blood person, yes, there are some feelings, he will touch, he will understand, and he will be changed by those so-called feelings.

It's just that she never expected that all his changes would be because of her.

"The reason why the Regent thinks it is precious is because the Regent never wanted to live for himself. Now that he has finally stopped his majestic calculations and let himself fall here, his mood will change like this. Xu is waiting for the ghost to lead the people to come, and the regent will return to Chujing again, at that time, the regent is still the high emperor of the Great Zhou, and he is still a person who can scold Fang Xuan and ambitious, Xu is at that time, the regent will no longer think that this stable state is the best, and it is also precious. ”

Sihan was silent for a moment, and then spoke hoarsely and distantly.

Lan Yeyu already hung his head and began to pinch the pile of dirt that he had picked out.

"What's wrong with being ambitious? Once successful, not only can all the ambitions and missions of the bird be realized, but in the future, he will also be a man of the people, dominating the world, and all the countries and people of the world will also kneel at their feet, bow their heads and be subordinate......" It was only for a moment, and he didn't raise his head to make a sound.

Sihan's brows furrowed more and more, and before he could speak, he had already interrupted in a low and hoarse voice, "The regent also said that once it succeeds!" But what if it doesn't work out? Once you don't succeed, you will definitely lose your life, and even implicate the Great Zhou, and the lives will be ruined, when the time comes, you will not only destroy the Great Zhou, but also let the countries go down in history, wantonly arranging ridicule, that is, for thousands of generations, you are still the famous incompetent bear in history who provoked wars and chaos among the countries, but was killed without his own strength. ”

As he spoke, his voice raised, "Isn't it good to get along harmoniously?" Why do you have to go against the world? ”

He said slowly: "Just like the eldest princess, she has a mission and an obsession. After speaking, when Sihan stared at him with complicated eyes, he raised his eyes slightly, met Sihan's eyes, and smiled slightly.

For a while, it was rare for the two of them to stop talking in harmony.

At this point, it is useless to talk about it, and now that the situation has come to this point, it does not mean that you can stop it.

Yes.

As he said, the mission and obsession cannot be violated after all, that is, she Yan Sihan strongly supported Tanglin, and it was not a casual remark from others that allowed her to completely let go of the burden of Tanglin, so that she could go alone and live chic. And this Lan Yeyu was already deeply rooted in hatred when he was young, and his blood feud and mission were much stronger than hers, yes, it was not her Yan Sihan's casual words, or his mood and temperament changed, his hand that had already stretched out could be retracted freely.

At this point, my thoughts are full of melancholy. It's just that this melancholy is unprovoked just because of Lan Yeyu.

She is indeed too similar to him, and she is indeed a kind of person, and now that she thinks about it from his standpoint, she also knows that he can't take it back, let alone turn back. is to be the enemy of the world and provoke the dispute of the world, Yan Sihan can't say anything more.

It's just that the world is in turmoil, and in the Quartet, there will be a lot of killing. At that time, Lan Yeyu was victorious, and he became the devil of the world.

The more I thought about it, the more melancholy in my heart became, and my thoughts rose and fell, and I couldn't calm down.

Around, the cold wind was floating, and the coldness was everywhere, but this time I sat by the fire, and my face reflected the firelight, and the warmth was appropriate, and I never felt cold.

Soon, Lan Yeyu had quickly kneaded the pile of dirt into a jar, and then, his hands full of dirt held the jar and carefully buried it under the fire.

When everything was done, he wiped his fingers on the snow and began to sort out the herbs he had gathered again.

During the whole process, Sihan didn't say a word.

Lan Yeyu didn't look up, he was very careful to sort out the herbs, and then sorted the herbs very carefully and neatly.

After all the herbs have been processed, the jar in the fire has been fired.

When he took out the jar, Sihan saw that the jar was of good shape, although it had not been glazed, but the appearance and shape were also excellent, and it looked like a skilled craftsman had pinched it out.

"I didn't expect the regent to have such craftsmanship." Sihan was silent for a moment, and then spoke hoarsely and in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, Lan Yeyu's face turned pale and smiled slightly, "When I was begging when I was young, I never had pots and bowls, but Weichen is a poor person, so I followed an old mason in Qingzhou Village to learn a little." Later, when the army marched and fought, during the journey, he often burned it, and he became familiar with this coming and going. ”

Sihan's expression moved slightly, and his heart was far away.

Although she had never experienced Lan Yeyu's childhood, she also knew that he lost his mother when he was young, begged for a living in Qingzhou alone, and was often bullied and beaten by others, she didn't dare to imagine how he gritted his teeth and survived at a young age.

Perhaps, today's Lan Yeyu is so strong and ruthless, he likes to calculate, likes to win every step of the way, and likes to count everything in his heart.

At this point, Sihan's face gradually sank a little, her eyes fell quietly towards Lan Yeyu, for a while, her heart was surging, and after being silent for a long time, her heart moved slightly, and she wanted to speak to Lan Yeyu, but she didn't say anything after all.

The surrounding atmosphere was once again calm and silent.

It was cold, and the clay pot was also cold quickly, and after a short time, Lan Yeyu washed the clay pot with white snow, and then filled the jar with clean snow, and when everything was finished, he put it on the fire to roast.

Until the snow in the jar had melted and boiled, she began to boil all the herbs that were neatly arranged in the snow.

During the whole process, Sihan didn't say a word, just concentrated on making fire, and his eyes often stared at Lan Yeyu silently, only to see her, her expression was serious, her movements were serious, the whole person, the miserable white color on her face did not disappear, and the tired color in her pupils was still heavy, but even so, his every move was completely orderly and meticulous, and the seriousness revealed from all over his body also impacted Sihan's heart little by little, shocking in the bottom of his heart.

The strong medicinal fragrance jumps into the nose, this taste is extremely bitter and bitter, the more it is boiled to the back, the more bitter and disgusting the taste becomes.

After staying for a long time, Lan Yeyu finally took the jar off the fire, and when the decoction was slightly cool, he began to wrap the bush leaves, put some decoction into the leaves, and then slowly handed it to Sihan.

Sihan's pupils shrank, his heart fluctuated violently, and after a few glances at his pale and tired face, he raised his hand slightly, took the bush leaves, and drank the decoction.

The strong medicinal juice was bitter and wanton, and a feeling of nausea and boiling rose straight up, but at the critical moment, she frowned, and finally swallowed it.

"The medicine is bitter, the eldest princess endures it, and when she returns to Chujing, Weichen, she will make pills for the eldest princess." At this moment, he spoke softly, his voice was still hoarse, but he was tired.

When he reached out and pulled away the bush leaves in her hand, as if she was going to continue pouring medicine for her, her expression moved slightly, and she said in a low voice: "You can rest for a while, and the palace will come by itself." ”

As soon as these words came out, without waiting for him to react, he withdrew the bush leaf in his hand again, wrapped it again, and poured the decoction in the jar into the leaf and drank it all.

After repeating this action several times, the decoction in the jar has bottomed out. Sihan's mouth was full of bitterness, and the strong smell of medicine was drilled everywhere, which was really uncomfortable.

After finally completely suppressing the bitterness of her heart, her whole person eased up, and her eyes lifted slightly, and she happened to meet Lan Yeyu's warm but tired eyes.

She tugged at her heart and sighed, "The regent doesn't have to do anything this time?" ”

He raised the corners of his eyes, hooked his lips and smiled, leaned back slightly, let his back lean against the trunk of the tree behind him, and nodded.

"In this way, the palace will also start to get busy." Sihan glanced at him and replied.

As he spoke, he reached over slightly, and his fingers, which had been warmed by the fire, rested on the pulse of his right wrist.

However, even though the flames of the fire in front of him were still vigorous, and the red tongue of fire was swaying, Lan Yeyu's wrist was still cold, as if it couldn't be warmed at all, even if it was roasted with fire, it was not hot at all.

In an instant, her pupils shrank and her brows furrowed.

Lan Yeyu stared at her quietly, as if he knew her thoughts, and before she could speak, he had already taken the initiative to explain, "In the past, if you don't eat enough food every day, and your clothes don't warm up, it's a snowy day, and Weichen is still wearing only single clothes, walking barefoot, the root of this cold disease has fallen since then, and then it has continued to add to his body, that is, the abbot of Wujing, and he is helpless against Weichen's cold disease." ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Sihan to react, he moved his wrist away very naturally.

Sihan's fingers were suddenly empty, and he was silent for a moment before he withdrew his hand slightly, his eyes swept a few times on his pale face, and he said in a low and heavy voice: "Although there is the root of a cold disease, if you are well recuperated, you will be cured." ”

"It's not going to heal. The old root of the disease has long been ingrained, and even the abbot of Wujing can no longer be recuperated, and it is not possible to recuperate. As he spoke, his voice was slightly raised, and he teased as if he was joking: "Is the eldest princess disgusted with Weichen's cold?" ”

Sihan's pupils shrank, and his voice was low and distant, "It's not that I dislike it, but I think that the regent doesn't care about you after all." ”

"This cold disease has nothing to do with whether Weichen is concerned or not, and he is pure and ......"

Before he could say anything, Sihan's pupils shrank, and he interrupted in a low and hoarse voice, "Wujing is a human being, not a god. Instead of listening to Wujing's words and giving up, the regent might as well find the imperial doctor to concoct some recipes for nourishing his body and qi, perhaps if he insists on boiling medicine for a long time and taking it, his body may really improve. ”

His pupils shrank slightly, and the color on his face became more and more warm and warm, "Even the eldest princess said so, Weichen, just do it." ”

He replied gently, with a soft and submissive attitude that is undoubtedly difficult to see every day.

Lan Yeyu has really changed too much in the past two days, and now all the words and things he says and does are shocking all her senses again and again.