In the second half of the day, it really rained, and the pouring rain removed the stuffiness in the air, giving people a hearty feeling, but Xia Qian felt that it had entered late autumn early.

"Young lady, this dress is only worn after autumn, these shoes are worn in winter, and this cloak is worn in the snow...... Today is the twelfth of July, dog days! Jingya looked at the clothes and shoes she took out, and said in surprise.

Xia Qian looked at her in a daze, paused for a long time and said, "I'll take it out and take a look, and take it out to bask in the sun by the way!" ”

"Young lady, it's almost dark this day, and it's still raining outside!" Jing Ya's eyes widened like copper bells.

"Then, pour me a cup of ginger candy tea, I want to lie in bed and sleep!" Xia Qian whispered a few words, picked up the book of "Pincui" and leaned on the bed.

Before, this book was only hastily flipped through, and I read the records about a few of them in it, but now that I look closely, I find that most of the people I saw when the Five Kingdoms fought that day can be found in the book.

Xia Qian turned a few pages boredly and fell asleep in a daze.

When Huo Zun came back, he saw that she was sleeping soundly with the "Pincui" in her arms, and the book happened to turn to the biography of Master Qiufeng.

"You are so merciful to the monks and the victims, but you are so cruel in front of the soldiers of my country, is it because the Leyi Mansion has the grace to nurture you? What about us, you were able to struggle between the grace of nurturing and the love of husband and wife? “

He sighed softly and turned to go into the bathroom.

Xia Qian opened her eyes with a cold shudder, saw that the bedroom was empty, and sat up to find that the ginger sugar tea brought by Jingya had already been cold.

I got out of bed and poured the cup again, just in time to see the light on in the kitchen, and I went over to see Jingya steaming buns.

This girl has never steamed steamed buns for them, but today she has not only steamed them, but also small and delicate buns.

"Is it radish filling?" Xia Qian asked in surprise.

Jingya nodded happily at her.

"Okay, I'll pack it with you!"

Xia Qian rolled up her sleeves and accompanied her to make buns, and at the same time told her a story, which was the story of steaming steamed buns on the wedding night of two fools, which was one of the stories of Qianshan and Duxue.

"And then?" Jingya put the buns into the pot one by one and asked with a smile.

Xia Qian took the first step to sit in front of the stove, sighed deeply and said, "A tragic story, thinking of each other, but never going together again." Jingya, I now understand the truth, only fools are the happiest in the world, and I have decided to be a fool in the future! “

"Fool, you're laughing at me, aren't you?" Jingya glanced at her angrily.

"Hey, I'm talking about myself, why do you pull everything on yourself? Fools are happy, are you happy? “

Jingya thought for a moment, nodded fiercely and said, "Well, happiness!" “

Xia Qian pursed her lips and sneered at her: "Wait a while and eat the buns, you will feel happier!" “

Huo Zun looked at them quietly, feeling that the north courtyard surrounded by pearls and greenery was not as lively as the quiet and elegant west courtyard, and his heart could only feel joy and warmth in this courtyard.

The buns are out of the pot, all green bumps, Jingya is steaming steamed buns for the first time, and she forgot to ferment. Seeing that she blamed herself, Xia Qian and Huo Zun both ate a few.

Back in the room, Huo Zun said that although the radish was good, it was nutritious, so he asked Jingya to add a few meat dishes, and by the way, let the hibiscus come over to serve together.

Xia Qian was waiting for Mu Hibiscus and another maid when she was pregnant last time, she didn't want to have any more entanglements with Huo Zun, and she didn't want to track down the past, but she couldn't trust anyone except the people in General Jingya's mansion, so she found an excuse to refuse.

"What's the benefit of you torturing yourself like this?" He asked as he looked at her quietly.

Self-torture?

She laughed in her heart, obviously he was desperate to trample on her/destroy her, so that even the fragments were burned to ashes after her heart was broken, and she actually said that she tortured herself.

Seeing that she was silent, Huo Zun lifted her right hand to see the recovery status of the wound, she gently retracted her wrist and whispered: "I'm fine, there are Jingya, buns, and a few geese!" “

She turned and walked towards the closet, thinking to herself, as long as there is no you and the three women, everything is fine.

There are a few quilts in the closet, and the pot has been burning in the kitchen for a long time just now, and she still has a little warmth on her body, which will enter the bedroom to feel like she has followed up the winter.

She looked at the quilts one by one, and her fingers fell on the thickest quilt. After thinking about it, he changed the bed again and was hugged over.

Facing Huo Zun's condensed gaze, she hugged the quilt tightly and explained: "Don't throw it away!" It's raining and I want to cover the quilt!"

He was silent for a moment, then pulled off the covers and sat down on the bed.

At night, she dreamed that she was trapped in an ice cellar, shivering with cold, shouting that the heavens should not be the heavens, and that the earth was not spiritual.

After three cold wars in a row, Xia Qian sat up suddenly.

"It's cold, it's cold! It's like it's frozen, it's so cold! “

Huo Zun looked at her in surprise and asked puzzledly, "Dog days, is it so cold?" “

Xia Qian shivered and hurriedly got back into the bed.

He glanced at the quilt on the bed, it was a thicker autumn quilt, he just pulled a corner to cover his stomach, and she almost wrapped her head in the quilt, and even said that it was cold.

Reaching out and touching her forehead, he didn't feel anything abnormal about her body temperature, and then touched her palm and neck, it was still warm, he thought she was probably having a nightmare, and she was suddenly awakened.

Seeing her pull the quilt tightly again and again, his heart was a little complicated, if it weren't for everything he had experienced on the battlefield in Southern Xinjiang, he would not hesitate to take her into his arms and comfort her that she was just a demon, but at this moment his first reaction was to guess her dream.

It must be bloody, right? Is there a scene where he escaped from Los Angeles with tens of thousands of soldiers? Is there a scene where he is tortured in Jinkuo City?

He looked at her silently, until he found that the thin body was trembling in the moonlight, and then said lightly: "It's just a dream, sleep in peace!" “

Seeing that she was still shrunk and shivering in the bed, she didn't react at all to his words, and this time I thought that she had long lost her sense of hearing.

The sense of taste/smell/hearing was all lost because of him, Huo Zun's heart was sour, and he reached out to pull her fingers, just touching the scar between her wrists, and his heart throbbed even more.

"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you!" He grabbed her hand and put it in his face.

She felt her fingers touch the ice, muttered the word "cold" to herself, and instinctively withdrew her hand.

"Is it cold?"

He looked at her again, obviously he was having a nightmare, did he have to hide his coldness, so he was so wary of him?

She shivered for a long time, until she fell asleep in a daze, and shivered from time to time.

He used the moonlight to annotate the scars on her face, the long and short shades of marks that seemed to scratch his heart, and made his heart cramp.

Moving towards the edge of the bed, Huo Zun stretched out his hand and took her into his arms, and stayed awake for half the night at the thin figure in front of him.

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