When the night soaked everything, Fanjing Mountain was pitch black, the mountains and forests were silent, and the Xuanyue in the distance hung lonely in the high place, with a layer of silver halo in the cold wind.

Qingfeng doesn't know how many nights she has spent alone. Living alone in such a deep mountain and old forest, as a woman, should have been afraid. She lives calmly, because every minute and every second of the current days is a lot.

When she was a child in Molan, when her mother was pregnant with her, she was repeatedly assassinated because she was hated by Xuan's mother, Yuniang, and was worried that she would be a boy again. She was born with a great life and peace.

When she was a child, because of the downfall of her mother and brother, she was forced to follow the captivity, escaped, and almost died on the road several times. Her life is great, and she always saves the day.

Even if she later insisted on making a promise with that person, she lived to this day by virtue of her fate.

Counting it, she has been picking up more than ten years of time for nothing, and she is a lucky person. She is most content. If she has anything to worry about, it is only that obsession.

Outside the window, there was a light in the woods.

Holding a plain lantern, he stood quietly. He was not good at words, he was like this then, and he still is like this. Guarding the people in this forest has become his habit, a habit that he can't change and won't change.

Where did it all start? After a long time, even he forgot about himself, but remembered that he was still called Wan Kui at that time.

Molan is still martial, and has been respected by military power since ancient times. The most valiant samurai are the most respected and promising. As Wan Kui, he is the youngest guard by Prince Ke's side, and he is also Gu Jingyan's most powerful general, with both wisdom and bravery, and he is also tall and handsome. Everyone thinks that Wan Kui will become the new marquis, the new core of royal power. At that time, he was bent on fame and fortune, and he was not familiar with the young princess Qingfeng.

After the mutiny, he was classified as abolished*, and Gu Jingyan escorted Zhai Ke Qingfeng to escape, but was intercepted by the pursuers halfway, in order to save Zhai Ke, he was ordered to take Qingfeng to distract the pursuers. In retrospect, this should have been the beginning of their fate.

His eyes were a little dark, and he stared blankly at the faint yellow candlelight from the hut. Wouldn't it have been better if we had died together on that day?

Under the empty gray monk's robes, a long scar ran from his left chest to his right arm, this wound was deep and serious, even after so many years, it has never diminished by half a point.

Back then, they were forced to the edge of the cliff, and even if he was strong in martial arts, he was outnumbered. The massive wound on his chest was bleeding profusely, and he began to dizzy and began to lose the strength to swing his sword. He knew early on that there was no way to live, and he took the young princess just to sacrifice so as to save the prince. But he took pity on Qingfeng as a child, and tried his best to fight so far, protecting her behind him.

After so many years, when they had no way to retreat, the scene of him tearfully holding Qingfeng and falling off the cliff is still vivid, the cold despair at that moment, and the tears on Qingfeng's face, have made him heartache to this day.

He meditated on his knees, trying to dispel his inner turmoil. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the past.

Under the cliff was a deep pool, and they did not die. By the time he woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed. The green phoenix beside him was in rags, dirty and roasting a small sweet potato on the fire. Seeing him wake up, she happily threw down the sweet potato and threw herself into his arms.

"Brother Wan, you're finally awake! Qingfeng is so scared, so worried about you! Brother Wan! ”

The little man was crying and trembling, he didn't know what to do, after all, she was a princess, and he was just a courtier.

Qingfeng raised a dusty face and looked at him, "Brother Wan, are you still in pain?" A few days ago, a medicine man passed by, and I begged for a long time, and he taught me an herb to stop bleeding. I've put some on you, how do you feel? ”

He still suffers, but he can endure it. "Okay, much better. Thank you, princess, for the medicine. ”

Qingfeng wiped away her tears, rushed back to the fire, and took the sweet potato back. Hand it to him. "Brother Wan, here are barren mountains and forests, Feng'er is useless, and I can't find anything to eat. That's all there is to it, you can eat some of it. ”

"Her Royal Highness the princess has tormented the minister, you can eat." He reached out to push the sweet potato, but Qingfeng let out an "oops", and the sweet potato fell to the ground.

When he looked over, he saw that Qingfeng's ten fingers were covered with dust, and there were still blood stains on the fingertips, and many of the nail covers were broken and turned out.

He grabbed her hand and looked through it carefully, "Your Royal Highness, but dig that sweet potato with your bare hands?" Qingfeng's white and tender fingers were full of blood.

Qingfeng didn't cry, just pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "Feng'er is useless, she can't do anything." ”

The heart of the martial arts person is colder and harder, but he suddenly can't say the sourness, after all, he is a pampered aristocratic princess, and now he has ended up in such a field, which is also pitiful. He gently wiped the stains on her hands and face, and smiled faintly, "Feng'er is not afraid, with Brother Wan here, you will have no worries in the future." ”

After that, they depended on each other. He slowly healed his injuries, took her to hide in the name of his brother and sister, and finally left Molan. But there is still no trace of Ke.

In those years, there was only him and her.

He worked for her as a trader, a bounty assassin, and a farmer. She called him Brother Wan, and she stayed by his side, washing and cooking for him, playing and playing, and growing up day by day. The weight of her in his heart is slowly becoming different day by day.

Those years, if it was a lifetime, how good it would be. She once said that those years were just a dream.

And dreams are sometimes even more difficult to extricate themselves.

Sora opened his eyes, the lights in the hut had gone out, and a slight cough came from him. Her body is still not good, and she should be in her most brilliant years, but she is dragging this sick face, how can it not make people feel distressed. As soon as he remembered this, his mind was turbulent like the waves of the angry sea.

The sharp palm wind splits out, and the bamboo leaves fall in a flutter. As far as the force could reach, the thick body of the tree snapped in response. Although he escaped into Buddhism, his kung fu did not pull down at all, and even better than before. Who is it all for, he knows best in his heart.