083 Secret Heartbeat

Feng Qin didn't say for sure, but he didn't say that he wanted to take her to see Fu Yanshan, he stood on the edge of the bed by himself, and after being silent for a while, he turned around and left with his sword.

Behind her, Song Yige puffed out his cheeks and looked at Yueniang: "What does he mean, I can go and see General Fu, right?" ”

Yueniang was also a little uncertain, and when she heard her ask, she could only respond vaguely: "My lord may mean this." ”

"That's what I mean." Song Yige muttered, and as soon as he bent down, he hugged all the bedding into his arms, and he didn't wrap himself in a cicada chrysalis.

Yueniang said again: "How long does the girl plan to meet?" ”

"How long?" Song Yige pursed the corners of his mouth with his back to her, and after a long while, he said, "Then let's go after a while." ”

After waiting like this, I waited directly to the sunset West Mountain.

In fact, she can't tell what she feels in her heart, some want to go, and some don't know how to face him, or how to face her own mind.

She knew very well that she couldn't let go of Shen Tan in her heart, but she inevitably fell in love with Fu Yanshan, who was similar to him.

It is precisely because of this that when she saw Fu Yanshan from the beginning, she avoided and avoided it, but who knew that no matter how she avoided it, this fate always liked to go around in circles with her. In the end, she still couldn't help but fall in love with the man.

On that night, he stepped on the moon under the stars, braved the pouring rain, braved the hardships and dangers, and came by wading through mountains and rivers, and when he embraced her into his arms, the heart that had been silent for a long time was unwilling to be lonely after all, and jumped again and again.

Only because of the feeling of Jun a review, it makes me think about Jun Chao and Dusk.

By the time she had mustered up the courage to walk into his courtyard, the night was dark, and the lanterns in the corners of the eaves were flickering, casting a dappled shadow on the steps.

Feng Qin was holding his sword and guarding the door, and when he saw Song Yige coming over, he bowed his head to her and didn't say a word.

The cold wind blew from her side one by one, and when she stood in front of the door, Feng Tan had already pinned the sword in his arms to his waist, and he reached out to roll up the curtain in front of her before he whispered: "Now the master is still unconscious." ”

"Thank you." After Song Yige thanked him weakly, he crossed the threshold with a white face and a skirt.

The house was filled with the smell of medicine, and even if sandalwood was smoked in the corner, it could not dispel the smell of medicine in the whole house. In addition, it is winter again, Fu Yanshan is sick in bed, and he can't open the windows to ventilate on all sides.

At the moment when Song Yige came in, she lowered her head and covered her mouth and nose with her cuffs, so as to prevent herself from holding back and vomiting all over the ground.

After she stared around the screen, she saw Fu Yanshan lying in the bed.

He was lying there with his eyes closed, maybe he hadn't woken up yet, the lines of his face had softened a lot, his long eyelashes covered his eye sockets, sometimes still and motionless, sometimes fluttering a few times, almost making Song Yige think that he would wake up immediately in the next moment.

She sat down on the edge of the bed as if by a ghost, and looked down at the person thoroughly.

In all fairness, Shen Tan and Fu Yanshan actually don't know each other, and one eyebrow and eyes are as beautiful as these great mountains and rivers; A face as elegant as the bright moon under the sky. But once this person opened his eyes, those subtle expressions and small movements seemed like ten out of ten. Even sometimes, she couldn't tell whether this person was Fu Yanshan or Shen Tan.

Or, like her.

Although it is dressed in the skin of others, the core inside has been changed.

And once this thought arises, it will be like a blazing fire, and it cannot be stopped.

Or rather, she wished so.