The wind, which carried the damp smell of the earth, was very light and light, but it was very icy and icy, and the clammy and cold breath mixed with some not-so-pleasant smell made the secret room even darker. I don't know when the prince will come, I don't know how long the food and water here last, I don't know why Murong Zihua hasn't woken up - Yao Jin doesn't want to know, she is so tired that she doesn't want to move anymore, she dials a blanket for Murong Zihua, but she doesn't even have the strength to put on a pair of socks for her bare feet, so she falls asleep in a daze.

When Yao Jin woke up again, the person had already moved from the ground to the couch, with socks on her feet and a thin blanket on her body, but she felt that her whole body was shivering with cold, she glanced at Murong Zihua who was sitting next to her, pursed her dry lips, and just swallowed her saliva, but she felt that her throat was burning with pain, "Hey, Murong, are you awake?"

"Hmm. ”

"The blanket you gave me?"

"Hmm. ”

"That- I'm sorry, I knocked you out, and then Prince Wei hid it for us. But don't worry, he said he would come and release us, and I think he's really a good guy......"

"Hmm. ”

The atmosphere was weirdly embarrassing, Yao Jin had a feeling that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings, and it seemed that the air in front of her was pressing her and she couldn't get up, she supported her elbows and wanted to sit up, but she felt that the bones in her body were so sore that she couldn't use her strength, and she trembled when she tried hard. And Murong Zihua suddenly got up and pressed her body that was trying to get up, "Don't move, you have a high fever." ”

No wonder, no wonder my sore throat, it turned out that the fever triggered the inflammation of my tonsils. Yao Jin suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she always had a fever and tonsils inflammation in winter, and the doctor said that if it was inflamed again, she would cut her tonsils, and when she opened her mouth in the mirror to find her tonsils with a bumpy fate, she secretly shed tears for it - Yao Jin suddenly laughed, laughing and laughing but didn't know how to cry, at first just quietly, pouting his nose and wiping the corners of his eyes, and then somehow he began to cry, not caring about the image, let alone Murong Zihua who was frowning and staring at her next to her, tears and snot flowed all over the place, and he kept sneezing. Her cry was so loud that it seemed to drive away the dark aura in the entire secret room, everything became a little soft, a little gentle, and finally Murong Zihua finally frowned, helped her up and hugged her: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"I—Why am I so unlucky!" Yao Jin wiped a handful of snot on Murong Zihua's clothes, ignoring the horror on the other party's face, and continued to change a clean place to wipe the corners of his eyes, and said in a dumb voice: "People cross, even if there is no good ending in the end, at least at the beginning is to live a good life." What about me, did I offend the screenwriter or the director, the good days didn't pass for a few days, and all the bad things happened! I finally earned a few cities and one river, and now I am still trapped here by you and can't get out, and I don't know if I can save my life——"

"I haven't settled your account with you yet, you are the wicked to sue first. ”

"Huh?" Yao Jin was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly left Murong Zihua's embrace, lay down with his back to him, and said: "Murong, listen to me, Emperor Wei will definitely die if he is poisoned by you anyway, he is dead, and your revenge is avenged, why do you have to let him take his last breath under your sword? Except for a knife to wipe his neck, you can do everything else as before, you can take the throne of Wei, your mother's injustice can be redressed, and in the future, you can build an ancestral hall and set up a spiritual seat for them to rest in peace. Even to tell the world their grievances -- isn't that enough? When you become the emperor of the Wei State in the future, you will have to go down to worship the ancestors during the New Year's Festival, and at that time, you will have to put on the appearance of a filial son and a virtuous grandson, will you recall the scene when you raised the knife in your hand in the past? At that time, you didn't feel uncomfortable? And you also have a younger brother, he is sincere to you, you are going to kill his father and take away his country, he is still there to protect your life, do you really bear to let him suffer and feel guilty for this for a lifetime? Fang Muhua, in fact, to put it bluntly, the great hatred can't withstand the long years, those who died are already dead, no matter what you do, the Snow Clan will not be able to come back to life. And you also know that Concubine Zhen's mood is different from the past, the old King Min went and gave her a lifetime of love, and before she died, the two of them finally said it, although it was a pity, it was a consummation. She is now living the second half of her life with the nostalgia of love, but you have to stick your soul for the enmity of the previous generation for the rest of your life, do you really think that you have to do this? Do you really think that Murong Zihua really wants this?"

In the past, no one had ever dared to dissect this grievance with Murong Zihua so calmly, and only those who knew the inside story either remembered the past hatred day and night like Concubine Zhen, or like Jiang Yingyue and others, wholeheartedly helped him take revenge. However, Yao Jin is not, she has always been a different existence, she always thinks about what the future will be, what the future will be, in her world, the past is not worth mentioning, the present will soon pass, the important thing is the future, everything that is done now is also for the future. Murong Zihua didn't speak at this moment, he seemed to be thinking quietly, so quiet that Yao Jin seemed to think that he had moved him, but at the moment when she turned around with hope, Murong Zihua looked at her coldly and calmly: "What you said may not be wrong, but what I decided will not change." ”

The air froze for a moment, Yao Jin looked at his deep and proud eyes, and blurted out as soon as his heart softened: "Okay, it's all up to you." ”

"It's all up to me?" Murong Zihua suddenly laughed, he had never heard Yao Jin say such a soft word, so he leaned close to her cheek, "It's not like this came out of the mouth of a dignified lord of a feudal country. ”

Yao Jin was already feverish and blushing, and now her cheeks were even hotter than boiling oil, she pursed her mouth and refused to speak, but Murong Zihua suddenly got up, "If you burn it again, people will be ruined." ”

"There is a lot of water and rice in this secret room, but eighty percent of it is unrrhed, you can get some cold towels for me to cover my head first," Yao Jin thought to himself, don't burn his brain. Just thinking about it, she suddenly felt a pain and itching on her calf, and when she touched it, she actually scalded herself with a big blister, and she couldn't help but say to herself: "There is not even a thermometer in the broken place...... I don't know how many degrees I've burned......"

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she fainted, not knowing what had happened in the next hour, but when she awoke again, there was only warm and dry air around her, and the lovely and jumping light of the fire danced in the brazier, and the soft quilt was loosely covered with her, and she moved, although she still had no strength, but there was no such chill to the bone.

"Where is this......"

"In the city of Hedu. ”