Peng Mo slept extremely restlessly in a coma, and she had nightmares again, in which she was alone in a place where she didn't know where to go.

Shuo Ran opened her eyes, and saw the familiar bed net, the anxiety in her eyes eased slightly, stared at the bed net for a moment, and then she sat up.

The lights in the room were not very bright, and she saw the merciful wind keeping vigil outside.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, he got up and took the cloak from the hanger, opened the door and walked out of the room.

When the cold wind blew, she took a breath of cool air and unconsciously shivered, only to find that there was snow on the ground and on the branches.

She froze, it was snowing!

Thinking of his words of appreciating the snow, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pulled her lips for a moment, laughing at herself.

He hated her so much, where would he remember the promises of the past?

Wiping the tears from her face, she walked slowly in a random direction, the white lantern under the cloister swaying in the wind, she tightened her cloak and went to the small garden in front.

Looking at the thick snow, she frowned, afraid that these flowers and plants would be frozen to death.

I don't know how many hours I slept for a few hours, the snow was so thick, I came to the small pavilion, at this time in previous years, the four sides of the pavilion had already been hung with thick felt, and there was a charcoal basin inside, and it was really pleasant to boil tea and enjoy the snow, but now because of Peng's affairs, no one in the house really wanted to get these elegant things.

The wind was blowing, and snowflakes drifted in and landed on the benches and the ground.

She brushed off the thin snow on the bench, sat down with her knees crossed, the surroundings were very quiet, and she didn't hear a trace of human voices.

With her eyes closed, she could clearly hear the sound of the wind and the sound of snow falling.

There are no deafening artillery battles, human voices, chatter, cries during the day.

There are also no enemies in the evening, blood and oil pots.

The emotions in her heart quickly grew wildly, eroding her mercilessly.

Buried in his knees, crying lowly.

"Squeak. ”

The faint sound of footsteps on the snow was particularly noticeable in the silence of the night.

Peng Mo raised his head, sniffed, and looked blankly in the direction of the sound.

Behind the side of the pavilion, a man stood quietly, surrounded by white snow, reflecting his tall posture.

Peng Mo watched her heartbeat skip a beat, slowly stood up, and looked in his direction, she wrinkled her eyebrows.

He came anyway, on the forty-ninth day, at the time of the first snow!

She should have been happy, she should have rushed to him immediately, but when she moved her feet, she suddenly became timid.

With the memories of her past life, how could she still have the face to be with him? She didn't even have the qualifications to be close to him!

When you think about it like this, you don't advance but retreat.

Jin Xiuchen just stood like that, watching her hesitate to escape.

Since she didn't come, he walked over, and it was like this in his previous life, and it won't change in this life!

When Peng Mo saw him coming, he immediately panicked, turned around and walked out of the pavilion.

The stone road was the most slippery when it was stained with snow, and she was so anxious that she was not prepared, and her feet slipped and she was planted in the flower garden, and her knees slammed on the stone road.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer behind her, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up and continue walking, but she couldn't get faster than him, her arm was grabbed by a powerful big palm, and her footsteps stopped.

"Hide from me?"

The sound above his head was three points colder than snow and ice.

She didn't speak, her body trembled uncontrollably at his voice, I don't know if it was cold or something else.

Staring at the person who bowed his head and was silent, Jin Xiuchen pulled his lips lightly, and added a little strength to his hand, but he didn't feel a trace of resistance and struggle, he was inexplicably irritable, and pulled the person to her Ink Lotus Garden.

On such a cold day, she wears so little, can't she die?

Peng Mo stumbled and followed him, or was pulled by him.

In the room, Lian Feng woke up when he heard the voice, and just as he wanted to scream, he was frightened by Jin Xiuchen's eyes, and swallowed the words in his mouth.

"Go down. Peng Mo glanced at the stunned Lian Feng, and said that she was worried that Lian Feng would report to her brothers, and she commanded again: "Find Liuying." ”

Lian Fengmu nodded stunned, walked out of the door, and when she reached the door, she boldly glanced at this man, and instantly widened her eyes, this is not His Royal Highness King Chen?

She had the impression that King Chen was the one who cheekily begged the young lady for health tea, and when he smiled, his peach blossom eyes were full of tenderness, where was this in front of him, with a fierce murderous look in his eyes!

But they are obviously the same person, why is there such a big difference?

With doubts, Mercy Wind came to the door, but saw two people standing outside the door, Liuying and Qi Mu.

"You guys.... "Mercy Wind opened her mouth wide, this... Liuying is from Mohe Garden, and it is not uncommon to appear outside the door of the young lady's room, but Qi Mu should not be in the outer courtyard? How did he get into this backyard?

Qi Mu was sent to the General's Mansion, and naturally he guarded Mohe Garden day and night, and when he noticed Jin Xiuchen's arrival, he hurriedly followed.

Liuying slept very lightly, and she also noticed the hurried footsteps, and hurriedly got up and went to Peng Mo, just in time to see the scene of Jin Xiuchen pulling Peng Mo into the house and Qi Mu guarding the door.

"Go and rest, I'll be on duty tonight. Liuyi glanced at the retreating mercy.

Lianfeng looked at Liuying, then at Qi Mu under the steps, remembered the instructions of the young lady before going out, and nodded.

Seeing the merciful wind leaving, Liu Ying whispered again: "This matter must be kept secret." ”

"I know. "His Royal Highness King Chen appeared in Miss's room, this... This is a great event, if it is known to outsiders, the young lady will be drowned by the spitting star.

Suddenly, she remembered the rumors from the outside world some time ago, could it be that day under the cliff, Miss and His Royal Highness King Chen really... As rumored?!

Qi Mu glanced at Lianfeng's back and said in a low voice, "Although he is timid, he is not a man of many words. He had been paying attention to everyone in the Lotus Garden these days.

Liuying nodded, looked at the room with the lights on, she was a little worried, since the royal garden came back, the master and His Royal Highness were a little strange, at first she thought that maybe the two of them quarreled, but His Highness suddenly returned to the fiefdom, and soon after that, the news came that His Highness was trying to pamper a woman, and she suddenly realized that maybe it was not as simple as quarreling.

Just now, I saw His Highness angrily pull the master into the room, this won't be noisy, right?

Qi Mu knew what she was thinking when he saw Liuying's expression, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, Your Highness cares about the princess the most." ”

Liuying nodded, this is true, it is that His Royal Highness suddenly returned to the fiefdom, but he did not ignore the master, and left Qianmian and Blue Bird behind, which shows that he cares about the master very much.

The two said they were leaving, but they didn't really go, but retreated a few steps outside, and the place could not hear the small sound in the room, but they could hear the big movement.

In the room, Jin Xiuchen threw away Peng Mo's wrist, walked to the beauty couch under the window and sat down, looked at the room with his eyes, hooked his lips for a moment, and said in a low voice: "What are you doing standing?"

Peng Mo's lowered eyelashes trembled again, and he raised his eyes to look at him, and only then did he see his face full of stubble, and his eyes were heavy black and blue, full of haggardness.

"You... Are you in a hurry?" and then felt redundant, and the look at him was simply obvious.

Jin Xiuchen didn't think this sentence was redundant, and nodded with her nervous eyes.

"Are you hungry?" he hurried, wondering if he was hungry.

Jin Xiuchen nodded again, and saw her get up and go outside, and after a while, she came in with a box and tea, came to him and opened the box, and said: "These snacks are already cold, fortunately, the tea is hot, you pad your stomach first, and then go back to King Chen's mansion later, and then let Qi Xin give you permission..." ”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Jin Xiuchen suddenly stand up, her tall figure gave her an invisible pressure, and she choked on the rest of her words.

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat these. Jin Xiuchen took the box in her hand, put it on the low table, bent down slightly, and stared at her quietly.

Facing his hot gaze, she unconsciously took a step back.

Jin Xiuchen got up, pulled his lips, and raised his hand to untie the cloaking around his neck.

A heavy inky cloak slipped from his shoulders, and he was wearing a silver-gray cardigan underneath, embroidered with intricate and luxurious ruyi patterns on his chest and shoulders, but the ruyi patterns were stained with large patches of blood.

She shuddered at the tip of his shoulder, and on his shoulder was a palm-length wound, the wound inside was about already bandaged, and only the knife marks on his clothes showed the shape of the wound.

She opened her mouth and looked at his shoulder without blinking, and wanted to raise her hand to touch it, but she held it three inches away from his shoulder and stopped, and then took it back alive.

He probably didn't want her to touch it, didn't he?" she thought to herself.

Jin Xiuchen watched her movements and frowned: "Want to see it?"

Peng Mo met his eyes, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.

Jin Xiuchen didn't seem to intend to hear her answer, so he unbuttoned the button on his chest, took off his robe, jacket, and middle coat one by one, and finally only left a pair of obscene pants.

His body was covered with horizontal and vertical wounds, some bandaged, some unbandaged, and some of the wounds broke open and bled because of the action of his undressing.

Peng Mo's throat seemed to be blocked, she was a little stuffy, the feeling of suffocation made her open her mouth to breathe rapidly, and the moisture in her eyes blurred her vision.

"Are you scared that you were in a hurry and didn't have time to change your clothes?" he asked faintly, his voice inaudible to emotion.

After saying that, he picked up the clothes on the ground and put them back on one by one.

Peng Mo grabbed his dressing wrist and said in a dry voice, "Wound... Still bleeding.... So saying, he went to the inner room and found a box containing bruises, burn ointment, and a common medicine in the cabinet.

Coming to him and meeting his puzzled eyes, she knew that her behavior might be inappropriate, opened her mouth, and said weakly: "Qi Mu may be outside the door, I will let him bandage you." ”

Turning around and going to the door, Jin Xiuchen looked at her back, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and he suddenly stepped forward and wrapped the person in his arms.