"Girl, are you alright?" Looking at Nalan's white paper-like face, the old woman stopped talking.

"Grandma Lao is cooking some milk tea." Nalan shook his head and spat out a sentence softly.

When the old woman saw her like this, she sighed and left the tent.

Wan Chongshan was still unconscious, he was lying there, there was no warmth on his body, because of excessive blood loss, his lips were white, and there were bloody wounds, until a spoonful of warm milk tea was carefully sent into his throat, Wan Chongshan's body moved slightly, he was still not awake, and only Nalan fed him all the bowl of milk tea and drank it.

Three days later, Wanzhong Mountain still did not wake up.

When Nalan was medicating him, she looked at his festering and pus-filled wound, only to feel that her mind was clouded, and the whole person was stunned, she looked at the festering place in a daze, but the hand holding the knife was trembling slightly, no matter what, she couldn't bear it, and she didn't dare to do it, and scraped the ulcer for the man.

"Girl, the white medicine ran out yesterday, and he can't wait any longer for his injury." The old woman of the Hu people came in and took a look, and said to Nalan.

Nalan withdrew the dagger in her hand, she glanced at the sleeping Wan Chongshan, she lowered her long eyelashes, and whispered; "I'll go find the Tatars."

Hearing her say this, the old woman persuaded; "Girl, this is unacceptable! Those Tatars kill people without blinking, how can you go and go? ”

Thinking of those inhuman insults, Nalan gradually felt a trace of numb despair in her eyes, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were calm and there was no trace of wind and rain.

"It's like I owe him in my last life." Nalan's voice was soft, and with almost no hesitation, she turned around, left the yurt, got on horseback, and hurried towards the Tatar tribe.

And when she returned, she brought back a large bottle of fine white medicine.

She redressed Wan Chongshan's wounds, did these things, and sat down on the ground like a force.

Suddenly, she saw Wan Chongshan's lips move slightly.

Her eyelids jumped, and she only struggled to stand up, gently shook Wan Chongshan's arm, and called out his name; "Ten Thousand Mountains?"

Wan Chongshan didn't respond, he was still lying there unconscious, Nalan leaned down and came to his lips, and listened to him spit out two words in a very low voice, Nalan knew that it was a person's name, a woman's name.

"Yue'er"

"I'm not your Yue'er," Nalan looked at Wan Chongshan's face, and a sour feeling suddenly rose in her heart, her eyes were warm, she only stared at his face, and spit out a sentence word by word; "I'm Nalan, Yelu Nalan!"

Wan Chongshan was still unconscious, calling the name engraved on his heart.

Nalan's tears fell down her eyes, and she didn't wipe them with her hands, she just sat there for a long time, until her legs were numb, and then she stumbled to her feet and walked towards the outside of the yurt.

The grass outside was covered with snow, Nalan squatted down, picked up a bend of snow with both hands, and wiped it away desperately towards her cheeks, neck, and wrists, and her tears were rolling down from her eyes one by one, she let out an irrepressible scream, she was once the most noble princess of Daliao, and she was also the most noble of the Bada people, but her body was now trampled and humiliated by those Tatars.

What she paid for it was his mouth that called another woman's name.

When Wanzhongshan woke up, it was late at night.

Nalan was already leaning on the bed and taking a nap, and milk tea was boiling on the small pot on the side, revealing an attractive mellow fragrance.

Sensing the man's movement, Nalan suddenly opened her eyes, she looked towards the collapse, and when she saw Wan Chongshan wake up, her eyes instantly revealed a brilliance, which was a brilliance that she hadn't had for a long time.

"Wanzhongshan, are you awake?" Nalan asked.

Wan Chongshan's injuries had not healed, but he felt that his body was extremely uncomfortable, he gritted his teeth, looked around, and asked in a dumb voice; "Where is this?"

"In the Mobei grassland." Nalan looked into his eyes without the slightest concealment, "Don't worry, Li Yunzhao's people can't find here, you can recuperate with peace of mind." ”

Wan Chongshan coughed in a muffled voice, touching the wound, and suddenly felt the pain in the wound, Nalan saw it in his eyes, and only silently poured a bowl of milk tea for him, stirred it with a spoon, and fed it to his lips.

Wan Chongshan couldn't move, so he had to let her feed himself the milk tea and drink it, his lips were still chapped, and he spit out two words with Nalan; "Thank you."

Even if he is groggy and asleep these days, he still knows that these days, it is Nalan who takes care of himself.

Nalan didn't say anything, a bowl of milk tea went down, only to make the seriously injured person feel a lot more comfortable around him, and even his body was warmer, Wan Chongshan looked at the woman in front of him, but there was no bottom in his dark eyes.

"You don't have to look at me like that, I know I shouldn't have saved you." Nalan covered his eyes and withdrew the bowl in his hand.

Wan Chongshan was seriously injured, but he didn't say anything, he closed his eyes, his lips tightened, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep in a groggy state.

Since waking up that day, although Wan Chongshan's injuries have slowly healed, his body is still very weak, the weather on the grassland is very cold, especially those who have just recovered from a serious illness need a lot of meat to withstand the cold on the grassland.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wan Chongshan opened his eyes, and saw that it was the old woman of the Hu people who walked in, holding a large bowl of broth in her hand, and handed it to him; "Come on, eat."

Wan Chongshan stood up slightly, he looked towards the broth, but saw that the soup was rich, exuding an attractive fragrance, he had been stationed in the frontier for many years, no one would know better than him, the frontier because of the continuous war, whether it was the Qi people or the Hu people, the days were very difficult, not to mention that the weather was cold and freezing at the moment, this big bowl of broth was even more rare.

"Dare to ask Auntie, where did that girl go?" Wanzhongshan's voice was hoarse, since yesterday, he had not seen Nalan's figure, Nalan's name was very loud in the grassland, and Wanzhongshan did not call her name.

"She" The old woman just spit out a word, remembering Nalan and her own instructions, she sighed, she glanced at Wan Chongshan with a complicated expression, and finally did not continue, only handed the broth in her hand to Wan Chongshan, and said; "Drink it while it's hot."

Seeing this, Wan Chongshan only frowned slightly.

"That girl is all about your good, you must not let her down." The old woman said, remembering the extra bruises and scars on Nalan's body every time she came back, she smacked her lips and shook her head with emotion.

Looking at the figure of the old woman leaving, Wan Chongshan's thick eyebrows tightened, and a faint doubt floated in his heart, until the bowl of broth became cold, and he didn't take a sip.

When Nalan returned, it was already dark at night.

She didn't know how she got off the horse, the pair of legs seemed to have disobeyed her own call, she stumbled back to her yurt, the leather bag in her hand rested on the ground, she took off her cloak, revealing the messy clothes inside, her pupils were full of numbness, looking at her fair skin was covered with blue and purple pinchmarks, she didn't care, only quickly took off her clothes, just about to change clothes, she heard the footsteps of a man outside, Nalan was taken aback, and hurriedly took off the clothes to cover his chest, I saw the tent curtain flashing, and Wan Chongshan was already covering the wound in his abdomen and walked in from the outside.

The four looked at each other, and both of them were shocked.

Wan Chongshan's gaze fell on Nalan's shoulder, looking at the woman's ivory-like shoulders full of tooth marks and plum blossom-like kiss marks, with just one glance, Wan Chongshan already understood what had happened to Nalan.

His eyes darkened and he stood motionless, his eyes burning and almost bloodied at her.

"Wanzhongshan, you go out!" Nalan's face was snow-white, and she felt that she was the most unbearable place for people to see clearly, with tears in her eyes, she only held back and shouted at the man.

Wan Chongshan did not leave.

His voice was harsh, almost every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, and he asked her, "Why do you do this?" ”

He destroyed her mother country, killed her brother, forced her father to death, and the blood feud between them was incompatible! She should have killed him, or tortured him in every possible way, and she should never have saved him like this!

Even without Wanzhongshan's words, Nalan herself often asks herself, why did she do this?

Her body trembled, I don't know if it was because of the cold, or because of the side, at first it was only a slight shiver, and then it was trembling more and more, Wan Chongshan looked at the tears she was holding back, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, he only leaned over, picked up the cloak from the ground, and draped it on Nalan's body.

"You don't have to feel indebted to me, it's my own business, and it has nothing to do with you." Nalan clenched her cloak tightly, she took a deep breath, forced back the tears in her eyes, and opened her mouth word by word towards Wanzhong Mountain.

"Nalan." Wan Chongshan's voice was difficult, his eyes contained deep pain, his eyes fell on the leather pocket on the side, he saw the raw meat inside, and when he remembered the days when he was seriously injured, the milk tea he drank, the mutton he ate, and the white medicine he used, were all exchanged by the woman in front of him from the Tatar people with her body again and again, Wan Chongshan's eyes were split, and he only clenched his fingers firmly, and there was a "creaking" sound at the joints.

"Wanzhong Mountain" Nalan has a sour nose, she has lasted so long, she really can't hold it anymore.

Sensing her fainting, Wan Chongshan suddenly stretched out his arm and supported her body, he looked at her almost pale face, thinking of her great kindness, Wan Chongshan's eyes were deep, he already belonged to his heart, how could he be worthy of her treatment like this?