After the carriage drove onto the official road, the road became much easier.

This time it was in a hurry, and the convoy was traveling day and night, and there was not much time to rest, the horses were galloping, the wheels were rolling, a long burst of snow and dust was raised on the official road, and the carriage galloped past, and then fell down.

Unconsciously, half a month has passed, and most of the road when I came here has also been walked.

The weather around is getting colder and colder, the north wind mixed with snowflakes is whistling outside, often making people sleepless all night, Pei Yuanhao and I are sitting in the carriage with a stove, and the taste is not better than that of people who are rushing outside against the wind and snow.

I looked up again, at the man resting on the couch across from me, and at the pale, bloodless face that had always been indifferent.

For more than ten days, he barely said a word to me.

The whole journey was to listen to the howling north wind outside, the long neighing of the horses, and the monotonous sound of the wheels crashing on the ground, except for sometimes, when I closed my eyes and took a nap, I dreamed that his breath was close at hand, and other times, it seemed that I was the only one in the carriage.

I don't know what I did wrong, or what happened, I can only endure it silently, maybe because I'm worried about the things in the capital, and his joy and anger have never been caused by me.

So, I was silent, and seeing that his lips were a little dry, I got up and went to make tea, and opened the dark compartment in the carriage, which was full of many ingredients, and I took out some red dates and wolfberries.

That bowl of medicine, I guess there is not much blood in it, but in the end, it is the prince who cut his wrists and bled out, it is not trivial, the next generation will release these things, I took a tea bowl, tore up the red dates and wolfberries and brewed them with hot tea, and then carefully brought them to him.

The fragrance of tea was full of sweetness, which permeated the carriage, but the man closed his eyes and recuperated, but he didn't seem to see it at all.

"Your Highness, drink some hot tea."

After I finished speaking, I looked at him quietly, but he still didn't open his eyes.

I pursed my lips and moved closer: "Your Highness......"

The carriage was as quiet as ever, the curtains flickered, and occasionally a cold breeze blew, and I looked at the pale face, and suddenly shivered.

Pei Yuanhao, although he hasn't talked to me these days, he hasn't ignored me.

I subconsciously approached him cautiously, feeling that his breathing was very light, so light that even if he was so close, there was almost no breath, and his face had been pale since the day he got into the carriage, and his lips were not much bloody, and the hand that wrapped his arms was exposed, pale and tinged with a faint cyan, which was already extremely cold.

But this kind of cold does not come from the outside in, but from the inside.

His body is actually not bad, but a few days ago in Yangzhou really did not have a quiet time, two days to travel to several state capitals to mobilize medicinal materials, and cut his wrists to bleed, plus the situation in the capital is unknown, the pressure in his heart can be imagined.

Those who are beaten with iron can't bear it.

I thought about it for a moment, held the hot tea bowl tightly with both hands, warmed my hands, and then lightly, lightly covered his hands.

My fingertips trembled as if I had touched a piece of ice, and as I trembled, the eyelashes on his closed eyelids trembled slightly, and then slowly opened them.

My heart trembled a little when I met those dark eyes, but I didn't let go of my hands.