Afraid of one's own shadow.

The cold in the forest can almost wake people up.

When she shivered uncomfortably, she vaguely remembered what she had endured. She wanted to scream in fear, but the despair flooded in waves, knocking her into the water, but she still struggled to climb up.

But no sooner had she opened her mouth than a cold wind whistled down her throat and swallowed up all her voices. At the same time, she also felt that her whole body was upside down, hanging in mid-air, without half a sense of strength, and her mind was spinning, as if she was going to vomit out all the things she had just eaten at night.

The tip of the nose wafted through the smell of the forest after the rain.

She barely saw it through the moonlight, and she was used as a cloth bag, resisting running in the forest on her shoulder.

The person carrying her traveled extremely fast, and there was a vague smell of medicine on his body.

Song Yige reluctantly opened her eyes for a while, and the feeling of dizziness came up from the bottom of her heart again, and when she wanted to hold on to her awakeness, the person who was carrying her suddenly stopped in one place.

She didn't know where it was, and what was in front of her, so she didn't dare to act rashly, so she hurriedly closed her eyes again, and after a while, the person who was carrying her began to move again, followed by the creaking of the wooden door.

Song Yige opened his eyes, but he only had time to see the mottled moon shadow projected onto a half-decadent wooden door, and the whole person fell asleep unconscious again.

In the middle of the moon, the night is getting colder and colder.

Even the candles in the lanterns will be extinguished. Feng Qinhu turned around suspiciously and looked at the closed door, his brows were twisted and twisted, although he knew that the time for a woman to dress up was a little long, but now it seemed that it was a little too long.

Besides, he had also been in contact with this little master before, and he was not the kind of person who could dress up like this, thinking about this, Feng Qin stepped forward a few steps and buckled the copper ring: "Seven girls." ”

For a long time, I didn't hear half of the voice inside.

Feng Qin couldn't help but increase his strength again, and even his voice was much higher than before: "Seven girls! ”

But there was still no answer.

Immediately, his heart panicked, he hurriedly turned around to look for Yeyi, and after telling him the situation, Yeyi's face changed greatly, and he jumped up from the bottom of the court steps in a few steps, and then kicked the closed door open with one kick.

The incense in the house overflowed shallowly, and the two maids who followed Song Yige in were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. After Ye Yi and Feng Qin glanced at each other, they immediately ran in and searched from the inside to the outside, looking at the person who should be there, but there was no trace of him.

At the right time, the cold wind blew in from the open door, Feng Qin was facing away from the tuyere, when the wind hit, he shivered, and even his forehead couldn't help but break out of a fine and dense cold sweat.

He clenched the hilt of his sword: "I will go back to tell our master about this matter, and I will leave first." ”

As soon as the night turned around, I only had time to see his figure hurrying out, almost blending in with the thick night.

When Fu Yanshan got the news, Song Yimo was jumping down from the carriage in a hurry, and directly broke through the gate of Fu's mansion, followed by his courtyard.

Song Yimo really didn't save face this time, and vigorously kicked the door of Fu Yanshan's house open, and Shen Zhou, who was already a little uneasy, turned back all of a sudden, and didn't want to scold directly: "Huaiyang Hou, what are you doing!" ”

He didn't expect that on such a day when he should keep the New Year with his family, Shen Zhou didn't stay in the palace, but stayed by Fu Yanshan's side like a little white rabbit. After he was stunned for a moment, he greeted Shen Zhou perfunctorily, and then went straight to the point: "Why is my sister missing?" ”

Shen Zhou frowned: "What does your sister's disappearance have to do with Zifang?" ”

Song Yimo didn't know that he was messing around with others, but apart from him, he really couldn't think of the whole Jinling, and who else would do his best to take care of this idle matter.

So after Shen Zhou spoke, Song Yimo kept staring at Fu Yanshan, for fear that he would show a different look.

"Besides, Zifang is still injured? Your sister is gone, and the official is, what are you here to shout! Seeing that Song Yimo was silent, Shen Zhou's arrogance was even more arrogant.

Fu Yanshan was indeed injured, and it was a very serious injury, otherwise he would not have given up his warm fragrance and warm jade, and ran over to be a cow and a horse in front of him!

"Your Highness." Fu Yanshan's cold and indifferent voice sounded from behind him, "Please be cautious." ”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Zhou was stunned for a moment, and then immediately turned to look at him aggrievedly, his clear eyes were full of disbelief.

But Fu Yanshan didn't want to waste time with him here, he stretched out his hand and pushed Shen Zhou who was blocking him to the side, and bowed his head to Song Yimo with a white face: "Please also ask Brother Song to come forward and talk about it." ”

In the middle of the night, the cold wind in the mountains blew in from the dilapidated window sash, and Song Yige, who was shrinking in the corner, woke up directly, she shivered and hugged her knees, wanting to shrink her whole body into a ball, but unfortunately she still didn't keep out the cold.

Behind him is a damp haystack, which not only does not withstand the cold, but is even colder when the wind blows.

This kind of coldness is almost penetrating to the bones.

Cold, fear, and despair were constantly intertwined, and they played out in her heart in turn.

She wanted to run away desperately, but she also knew very well that according to her physical strength, let alone whether she could run back to Jinling, I was afraid that she would not even be able to get out of this forest, and she would die in the mountains due to the cold.

Song Yige took a deep breath, and when he wanted to curl himself up a little smaller, there was a sudden sound of unlocking outside.

She looked up tremblingly, and saw a slender voice, stepping on the water stains all over the ground and walking towards her step by step, just when Song Yige thought he was going to approach, the man unexpectedly stopped at the wooden table in the center of the room, and bent down to relight an unburned candlestick on the table.

The slender figure of the visitor was projected onto the mottled and dilapidated wall at this time.

When she stepped back uncomfortably, the man unexpectedly put down the flint and turned to stare at her expressionlessly: "If it's cold, come and bake the fire." ”

Song Yige looked at the small candlestick, and didn't quite understand where the fire he said could be used to keep warm.

"Not coming?" The man smiled softly, with a clear sense of pleasure in his smile, "Naturally, don't come, forget it over there." After that, he made a gesture to bow his head to blow out the candlestick, Song Yige staggered to his feet, because she had been cold for a long time, her hands and feet were a little stiff now, and after walking a few steps with a face, Song Yige felt that her hands and feet were gradually warming.

"Look at you like that, you're really squeamish." The man turned back with a smile and reached for hers.

Song Yige lowered her head and hesitated for a moment, as a person who can bend and stretch, she just hesitated for a moment, then put her hand in his palm, and the man led her over and let her sit on the cold stool.

A flash of fire jumped before her eyes.

The man sitting next to him was wearing a silver-white mask, staring at her with a smile in his eyes.

She swallowed with difficulty, and already recognized who the person in front of her was: "Ah Sheng." ”

She spoke, her tongue a little stiff, and she slurred for a long time before she could pronounce his name clearly.

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You and I haven't seen each other for a long time, it's hard for you to remember my name, Ge'er, do you like it here?" ”

Like it? Song Yige's stiff body used his spare eyes to quickly take a quick look here, this is a thatched hut that has been discarded, not to mention the wind leaking everywhere, and the rain leaking overhead, as for the rest, it is even more shabby, except for a candlestick in front of him, a table, and three stools, there is nothing, if the haystack piled in the corner can also be counted as one thing, it is four things.

Song Yige was silent for a while before he said, "Ah Sheng, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

"Do you like it here?" The man stubbornly asked again.

Song Yige felt that the perfunctory smile on the corner of her mouth was completely stiff, but even so, she still replied: "I like it." ”

Hearing the answer in his imagination, the smile in the man's eyes deepened again, and he quickly pushed the candlestick in front of him to her: "Then I will give this to you, after all, I am a man, and I am not afraid of the cold." ”

After Song Yige replied with a thank you, he asked again: "Ah Sheng, you haven't told me yet, what are you bringing me here for?" ”

The man didn't answer and asked, "Do you know what day it is?" ”

Day - Song Yige looked at him with a faint face, but the thoughts in his heart were a thousand turns: "Chinese New Year's Eve? ”

"yes." The man nodded very calmly, and then continued to ask in an affectionate tone, "Then do you know what you should do on Chinese New Year's Eve?" ”

Song Yige replied quickly this time: "Reunion." ”

"Except for the reunion, of course?" The man saw that she was too suspicious, so he smiled and squinted, "Should we celebrate the New Year together?" ”

Song Yige didn't dare to refute him, so he could only continue to nod: "Yes." ”

The man nodded with great satisfaction: "You see, you know everything." ”

Know what? Is Chinese New Year's Eve observed? As soon as Song Yige's thought arose, the coldness in her heart swirled, she looked at the masked man in front of her, and said tentatively: "So, are you asking me to come here to accompany you to celebrate the New Year?" ”

The man immediately showed a teachable look: "Yes, there is too much noise in Jinling City, and there are too many inconsequential people and things." I was afraid of being disturbed, so I brought you out. ”

"Look how quiet it is! And it's just the two of us together, are you happy with the song? ”

Song Yige reached out and pinched her palm fiercely, forcing herself to be sober and calm, she looked at the man's eager eyes and nodded: "Happy." ”

"With you, how can I be unhappy." Song Yige felt that the smile on his face was about to stiffen, "Are you right?" Ah Sheng. ”