Although it is more than half of February, this day still carries the chill of winter, and ordinary people still wear winter cotton clothes to keep out the cold. Zhuge Qinghong has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his internal strength is profound, and the ordinary cold has no effect on him at all.

Zhuge Qinghong wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead because of anxiety with his hands, and galloped all the way to the foot of the mountain without seeing Xiao Xinyi's figure, but saw a frozen corpse next to the Wan Qian Ladder. Although the corpse was wearing ordinary people's clothes before his death, the calluses on his hands looked like they were left by years of martial arts practice, he dismounted to check it, and according to the time of his death, it was speculated that he should have chased Ling Mo to this point, but was killed by Ling Mo.

Zhuge Qinghong became more and more worried that there was no ambush on the road, and whether he had been encountered by Xiao Xinyi. He looked up and saw a white shadow on a stone not far ahead. Transporting the internal force and flying to the side of the stone with light skills, it was a white cloak, Zhuge Qinghong recognized that this cloak was worn by Xiao Xinyi today, the cloak was placed on the stone, it was not like it was thrown in a hurry, it should be wearing a cloak to delay the light work, so he deliberately took it off and stayed here.

Zhuge Qinghong held the cloak in his arms, and a harrier turned over and returned to the horse, muttering to the black horse: "She is really so anxious."

The black horse hissed as if in answer to him, and then galloped southeast.

About two hours later, Zhuge Qinghong saw the white figure of her heart on a crooked path, she found a red horse somewhere, but the horse was just an ordinary mare, the speed was not very fast, Zhuge Qinghong caught up with her in a blink of an eye.

Xiao Xinyi could only hear the sound of hurried horses' hooves behind him, and before he could see who was behind him, the reins in his hand had been pulled out, and his body rose into the air.

When she reacted, she had been surrounded by her white cloak and fell on another horse, Xiao Xinyi was shocked in her heart, and said secretly: Why are you so careless, hurriedly used her internal strength to shake the person behind her, and suddenly heard a low voice in her ear: "Xin'er, it's me."

Zhuge Qinghong.

It turned out that when Zhuge Qinghong walked behind Xiao Xinyi, the horse that flew to Xiao Xinyi wrapped her in her cloak and took her to his horse.

The whole process was only Sumeru in an instant, and the red horse had been left far behind. Xiao Xinyi heard that it was Zhuge Qinghong's voice, and hurriedly withdrew his internal force, because he was too anxious, causing a dull pain in his chest, so he covered his chest with his hand to relieve the pain, Zhuge Qinghong touched her hand, which was cold and piercing.

"Xin'er, why are your hands so cold, are they injured?"

Xiao Xinyi heard the anxiety in Zhuge Qinghong's voice, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

"Don't worry, I wasn't hurt."

Zhuge Qinghong was disappointed when he heard Xiao Xinyi's address to him, but he was relieved to know that she was not injured.

"What does this mean, Gongzi Zhuge ? Although the children of the rivers and lakes don't care about the red dust and customs, it is inevitable that the men and women will ride together and cross the line, not to mention that they have not asked for her consent.

"Generally, it takes two days and two nights to get to Jiangcheng, depending on the physique of the horse you just ridden, I'm afraid it won't be able to reach it for three days and three nights, but Mo Crow only needs one day and one night to get to Jiangcheng, I also hope you can find Zhong Daxia as soon as possible, no offense." Zhuge Qinghong heard a little anger in her voice, and hurriedly explained.

When Xiao Xinyi heard his words, she secretly thought in her heart that it was inappropriate for her to go to Jiangcheng alone, not to mention whether she could rescue her senior brother after arriving in Jiangcheng, but only the way to Jiangcheng, although she asked about it when she went to the inn to pick up the horse, she was not sure, and there were few pedestrians on the road, and she couldn't meet anyone who could guide the way for half a day, and it was even more troublesome once she took a fork in the road, although she didn't know what Zhuge Qinghong wanted, but she knew that Zhuge Villa was afraid of the Double Holy Gate, and she would definitely not shoot at her at this time. Besides, finding Zhong Yuan now is the most important thing.

Thinking of this, Xiao Xinyi didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and gently brushed the mane of the black horse, which was exactly the same as Da Hei, and his eyes were wet unconsciously.

"Xiao Hei, I can see you again in my lifetime, and there are only two of us left in the Xiao family. After all these years, how are you doing? ”

Xiao Xinyi naturally said these words in his heart.

Zhuge Qinghong saw Xiao Xinyi's movements in his eyes and knew that she must be very uncomfortable at the moment.

"The ink crow is very spiritual, since leaving Cang'an Villa, except for me, it has never let anyone get close, I didn't expect it to remember you." Zhuge Qinghong looked at Xiao Xinyi's side face and said cautiously.

"Zhuge Gongzi, I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person, I have never known Gongzi in my life, today is just the first time I met, and how can I let Gongzi's horse remember." Zhuge Qinghong listened to Xiao Xinyi's cold voice, and her heart was cold, she actually refused to recognize him.

"Xin'er, you don't recognize me? I've been looking for you for so many years, and they all say you're gone, but I don't believe you, and I'm sure I'll find you one day....".

"It seems that Gongzi has indeed recognized the wrong person, I am a disciple of the Double Holy Gate, surnamed Jiang and Haitang." Before Zhuge Qinghong's words were finished, he was interrupted by Xiao Xinyi.

The trees on both sides were left behind them like floating lights, and all that was left in their ears was the whirring sound of the wind.

However, there has been a sentence circling in Zhuge Qinghong's mind: "Childe did recognize the wrong person." ”

After a long time, Xiao Xinyi heard Zhuge Qinghong's somewhat hoarse voice coming, his voice was so low that she could barely hear what he said.

"Maybe I really recognized the wrong person, I abruptly surprised the girl, and I hope the girl won't be surprised." In just a few words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, and the hand holding Xiao Xinyi's waist was slowly put aside.

As soon as Zhuge Qinghong's hand was released, a cold wind came in through the gap in the cloak, and Xiao Xinyi couldn't help but shiver.

On that snowy night ten years ago, she was left with not only heart pain, but also physical pain. Since that day, she has always been lively and healthy, and she is extremely afraid of cold, especially in winter, in her own words, it is like falling into an ice cellar. Ling Feng's terrain was extremely high, and the mountain wind was even colder, so except for the dog days, the brazier was burning in her room almost all year round.

Zhuge Qinghong felt Xiao Xinyi's cold trembling, and grabbed the gap in the cloak tightly with his hand. Xiao Xinyi also clenched the gap tightly in the cloak with his hand, and said in a low voice, "I'm tired of the son, I can do it myself." Zhuge Qinghong didn't seem to hear her words, and still clutched his cloak tightly.

Xiao Xinyi sat in front of Zhuge Qinghong, and he was already very ambiguous, so he didn't dare to move at all. Seeing that he didn't mean to let go, he didn't speak anymore, just looked at the front intently, thinking about how to find his senior brother when he arrived in Jiangcheng.

The speed of the ink crow was very fast, Xiao Xinyi's hair bun was blown away by the wind a little, and the fluttering hair touched Zhuge Qinghong's face from time to time, and the faint herbal fragrance on the tips of his hair could not alleviate the slightest grief in his heart at this time.

I haven't seen him for ten years, and she finally doesn't trust him anymore, and she refuses to even recognize him, why is this? He Zhuge Yin would never harm her Xiao Xinyi. But he could only say these words in his heart.

Time passed quickly in the sound of the horse's hooves, and it was dusk in a blink of an eye, Zhuge Qinghong stopped the horse and jumped down, because his arm had been hanging in the air without a fulcrum, and he had already stiffened and had no consciousness, he raised his eyes while shaking his arm and looked at the woods in front of him, hesitated for a moment and said to Xiao Xinyi, who frowned: "Miss Jiang, after this dense forest, you can reach the boundary of Jiangcheng in half a day, but this dense forest is rarely passed, and it is full of thorns, so it is really not suitable for walking at night." Why don't we find a place to rest today, and set off early tomorrow morning, and we can go to Jiangcheng tomorrow. If you go from the official road, even if you rush overnight, you will not be able to reach Jiangcheng until the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. ”

Xiao Xinyi looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and thought about what he said again, although she really wanted to find her senior brother immediately, but looking at Zhuge Qinghong's wind-blown lips and the ink crow panting heavily, she still nodded and jumped off the horse.

Xiao Xinyi has been in a hurry for a few days, and has performed light skills for half a day, he has already exhausted his internal strength, and when he jumped off the horse, he stumbled a few steps in front of him, and he was about to fall, Zhuge Qinghong quickly helped her up, pulled her wrist and put her fingers on it to diagnose the pulse, walking in the rivers and lakes all the year round, always learning some superficial medical skills.

After a moment, Zhuge Qinghong put down his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's okay, just take a rest." After speaking, without waiting for Xiao Xinyi to speak, he picked her up horizontally and walked towards the dense forest.

Where did Xiao Xinyi have such contact with men. While struggling, he said to Zhuge Qinghong: "Please let me go, I can go by myself."

Zhuge Qinghong's face was resolute and he didn't listen to her, but the strength in his hand was a little heavier: "Don't move, if you move again, I won't take you to your senior brother." As soon as these coquettish and angry words came out, not only Xiao Xinyi, but even Zhuge Qinghong was stunned for a moment.

Zhuge Qinghong coughed dryly and stopped talking, walked into the dense forest quickly, put Xiao Xinyi down next to a flat stone and turned around: "The girl rests here first, and I will come when I go."

Xiao Xinyi looked at his tall back and said, "Son, please." Then lead the crow that followed them to the stone.

The crow followed her very meekly, and Xiao Xinyi smoothed the mane on its neck and sat down on the stone.

When Zhuge Qinghong returned, he saw an incredible scene, the ink crow, who had always been arrogant and unapproachable, actually lay down, his huge head on Xiao Xinyi's knees, and rubbed his head against her from time to time, like a pug who was coquettish to his master. Xiao Xinyi was smiling, stroking the fine fuzz on its cheeks and ears with his hands.

Zhuge Qinghong was stupid for a while.