Sleepless nights.

Early the next morning, the weather was gloomy, and Ji Ying went to the princess's mansion as usual. Miao Ju seemed to have something to say before Ji Ying left, but he didn't say it after all, which made Ji Ying suspicious.

When Ji Ying arrived at the princess's mansion, she saw Jiang Yichen leaning on the scarecrow used for martial arts practice in a daze. Ji Ying walked over to greet Jiang Yichen, and only then did he bring Jiang Yichen back to his senses.

"You're here? I thought you wouldn't be here today. Jiang Yichen said.

"Why didn't I come?"

Jiang Yichen stood up and sat on the rattan chair instead: "Of course, because of yesterday's incident, I thought you might be in a state of collapse and hide at home and complain." ”

"How is that possible!" Ji Ying sat beside Jiang Yichen and said, "I understand your concerns. It's just that I think, if I don't persevere, then how will the dead adults turn their eyes on it? How do nomadic wilds get out? - I went to see Nomad last night, and he told me all the ins and outs of the matter. ”

"Oh? Let's hear it. ”

Ji Ying told the affairs of the nomadic wilderness. Jiang Yichen angrily slapped the case and shouted: "How can this be reasonable! How can such a brute who kills his father and the king inherit the unification! ”

Ji Ying hurriedly reminded him: "You be quiet! ”

Jiang Yichen stabilized his emotions and turned around and asked, "Did you promise to help the nomadic wilderness?" ”

"Yes."

Jiang Yichen sneered: "Above the court, I'm afraid only you dare to admit such a lifeless thing." ”

"What? Are you still against my decision? ”

"Such a person is punished by all. It's just that I want to remind you not to be rash. This is not a trivial matter, and you must be cautious. ”

"Got it."

"There is one more thing," Jiang Yichen said, "today is the 50th birthday of Boweihou, and all the nobles in the capital have gone to congratulate him on his birthday. I think, you also got an invitation, aren't you going to go? ”

"Today is the third day of August?"

Jiang Yichen laughed dryly: "Although I have long known that you have a grudge against the Boweihou family, I didn't know that you knew him so well, and even knew that his birthday was the day." ”

Ji Ying was very frank: "Anyway, you basically know my secrets, and I don't have to hide them." I have a big enmity with Li Xingzhi, so I know everything about him. ”

"What kind of feud is, I'm curious."

Ji Ying threatened half-jokingly and half-seriously: "I think it's better for you not to be curious about this matter, lest it end miserably." ”

Jiang Yichen shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you don't ask, don't ask." By the way, are you really not going? It's not good that you're so hostile to Li Xingzhi. ”

"It's not that I deliberately didn't plan to go, it's because it's Miaomiao. Miao Miao should have taken into account my feelings, put away the invitation, and didn't let me read it. No wonder when I went out today, she looked like she wanted to talk and stopped. ”

"Speaking of which, your 'lady' is really competent."

"Miaomiao is a chivalrous and brave good girl, and she thinks about me wholeheartedly."

Jiang Yichen couldn't stand Ji Ying, a girl, praising her "lady" in front of outsiders, so he got up and said, "I don't care about you, I'm going to Boweihou Mansion." Would you like to bring you a birthday gift? ”

"Forget it, there's no need."

Coming out of the princess's mansion, it was drizzling in the sky. Ji Ying felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she didn't want to go home directly, so she simply walked aimlessly in the rain. There are not many pedestrians on the road anymore, and the teahouse stalls have closed early because of the drizzle.

Suddenly, a white back figure broke into Ji Ying's line of sight.

The man in white did not hold an umbrella and wore a cloak over his body, revealing the sword hanging from his waist. If this dress only caught Ji Ying's attention, then the dripping jade sword spike hanging from the hilt of this person's sword completely attracted her—Ji Ying recognized that it was the leader of the white-clothed man who had saved her in the woods.

Ji Ying followed him.

The man seemed to notice Ji Ying's lame stalking, and began to walk into the alley. Ji Ying chased after him.

Ji Ying thought that since this person saved herself, she shouldn't be a bad person, even if she revealed her whereabouts, it wouldn't be good. She was even bolder and struggled to follow the man.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The man led Ji Ying out of the city, took a few steps, turned around, and hid in the dense forest. The tired half-dead, drenched Ji Ying looked around, and there was no shadow of the person, hey, he still lost it.

But Ji Ying is Ji Ying after all, and it is more difficult to cling to than a ghost. She burrowed into the woods and continued to search. She didn't believe it, and she couldn't find any trace of that person on such a muddy path.

Ji Ying walked deep into the forest. Suddenly, she slipped and tripped over something. Ji Ying looked back and was startled. It wasn't the branches and vines that tripped her, it was a leg! The owner of the leg sat on the ground, his chest covered in blood.

Is it a chase again? Ji Ying's head was buzzing, she was so scared that she was about to run back when she stood up. It didn't matter if she could find the leader, she would be wronged if she was killed for nothing.

Ji Ying ran two steps, and suddenly stopped, she felt that the figure of the person who was paralyzed on the ground was a little familiar. Courageously, she pushed through the thick grass and leaned in front of the man to identify it. Ji Ying never thought that this person would be Li Yuhan!

Li Yuhan, who was lying on the ground, was as pale as paper, and there was a terrifying knife wound on his chest, and the blood was still gushing out. He had a long sword stuck in his side, and there were a lot of chopped weeds and branches around him.

Ji Ying's heart shook and ached, and somehow, worry and sadness suppressed her like a tide. She squatted in front of Li Yuhan and called his name loudly, but Li Yuhan fell into a coma and couldn't wake up.

Ji Ying would not have thought that one day, her lively and free second brother would lie in the rain with such an embarrassed and pitiful look, waiting for her to be rescued by her, who was already standing opposite them; She would not have thought that even if she was on the opposite side of them, she would not hesitate to save him.

Yes, it was her brother, a carefree, wise and upright son, a man who hid everything in his heart, just lying in the rain with his eyes closed.

Just once, let her save her second brother!

But how can you save him? Ji Ying looked around and found that there was a small cabin not far away. This small cabin is supposed to be used by passers-by to rest their feet, and although it is simple and dilapidated, it is at least sheltered from the wind and rain.

I can't take care of much. Ji Ying dragged Li Yuhan to his back and dragged him to the cabin to treat his injuries. Ji Ying's every step was extremely heavy, and the wet and soft soil in the woods did not forget to joke with her, making her fall dirty.

Ji Ying endured the pain in his leg and shouted Li Yuhan's name, worried that his injury would be serious because of the bumps. But she couldn't help it. She kept comforting and encouraging herself, and there were ten, nine, and eight steps......

In less than half a mile, Ji Ying walked for nearly half an hour.

The hut was very simple, with only half a room of dead grass and a brazier. Ji Ying placed Li Yuhan on the haystack of the wooden house and took off his soaked coat.

Although Li Yuhan's wound bled a lot, fortunately it was not deep and did not hurt the vital point. Ji Ying picked some herbs from the forest, crushed them with the palms of her hands, and applied them to the wound. The moment the blood touched Ji Ying's palm, Ji Ying's tears fell unconsciously.

Ji Ying followed Jiang Yichen's example, used a brazier to make a fire, and then built a simple shelf for drying clothes.

Not long after, Li Yuhan started a fever, his brows were tightly locked, and the roots of his teeth trembled. Ji Ying shook his body and called his name, but to no avail. She had no choice but to tear off the corners of her clothes, dip them in the rain, wipe Li Yuhan's forehead, and then make the fire more vigorous to let Li Yuhan drive away the cold.

Li Yuhan, who was ill, began to babble intermittently: "You can't do this...... No...... Can't do that! Father! Father ......"

What can't be? Ji Ying sat beside Li Yuhan. She thought, today is Li Xingzhi's birthday, and it seems that Li Yuhan is going home. Then why did he come back bruised and fall in this place? Could it be that Li Xingzhi actually sent someone to assassinate Li Yuhan because of his disrespectful words? Ji Ying's back is cold.

After sitting for a while, Ji Ying took Li Yuhan's robe off the drying rack. It was a wide black robe with a slanted collar, with a simple style and only a few dark stripes at the edges. Ji Ying smiled secretly, how could this guy choose such an old-fashioned coat?

Ji Ying touched the bloody knife marks on the chest of her clothes. Ji Ying remembered that when Li Yuhan practiced martial arts when he was a child, he always wore out his clothes, or even simply tore them, and at this time, he would beg his stepmother Ji Shu or his sister to help him mend them.

Ji Shu's method of mending clothes is unique, she hates to patch them on them, and she likes to use her skillful hands to embroider some delicate patterns on scratches or abrasion marks. Therefore, Li Yuhan sometimes deliberately tears the clothes he doesn't like secretly, brings them to Ji Shu, and asks her to mend the clothes, and Ji Ying has seen it with her own eyes.

Later, Ji Ying told her mother about it, and instead of blaming Li Yuhan, Ji Shu called him to his side and told him that if there are clothes he doesn't like, he can give them to her for modification.

Now, Li Yuhan's clothes also have a big and ugly knife mark, but Ji Shu is long gone.

Ji Ying found a sewing bag from her arms, which contained only a needle and a ball of white thread.

Embroidery is like painting, clothes are rice paper, and needlework is pen and ink. Ji Ying looked at her haggard second brother and lowered her head to fiddle. She wants to treat the black clothes as the night, outlining a picture of a lonely boat on a moonlit night.