Under the cover of night, Murong Chen's figure was reflected by the lights, shining out from the brightly lit thatched house, carefully every posture, every knife was comparable to a masterpiece, and finally his hand gently held up the unconscious Jiang Yao.

Wrap a bandage around her face, and then slowly lower her.

He sat on the bed for a long time, sighing a lot before he walked out.

Early in the morning, Murong Chen was lying on his side on the bed looking at the medical book, but he heard a scream from Jiang Yao's room, and the voice was none other than Pu Jia.

For a moment, Pu Jia was petite as if she was stepping on a fire wheel, and at a young age, with disbelief on her face, she ran into Murong Chen's house with big eyes, panting.

"Master, what are you...... Used a magic sword, rejuvenation technique? ”

Murong Chen lowered his eyebrows, gently turned a page of the book, did not say much, did not have any color on his face, and said indifferently: "Go and take care of it, and tell me when you wake up." ”

"Okay...... I've never seen it before. ”

Pu Jia immediately trotted back, carrying Ma Zha to sit beside Jiang Yao and guard, as if looking forward to nothing beautiful.

"The master said, this is the ancestral inheritance of the Murong family, it is easy to see people, maybe the master just looked at you too ugly, so he was moved by compassion. It's like you're going to look like you......"

Pu Jia poured Jiang Yao's silver with peace of mind, went to the city to buy herbs, decocted Jiang Yao every day, fed the unconscious Jiang Yao to drink, and changed the medicine every day.

Even the money owed by several ladies at the entrance of the village was repaid, and in an instant the village knew that there was an ugly monster in the doctor's house, and they were all waiting at the gate of the courtyard every day, waiting to see what it looked like.

The days are over, they don't wake up, and people gradually stop watching.

"Ugly monster, when are you going to wake up? I did a good job of everything the master told me, but you just couldn't come, if it weren't for your wounds, I really thought you would be dead......"

Pu Jia dragged her cheeks and looked at the person who was still not moving on the bed, and wanted to look forward to the seeds she planted, and looked forward to the day when the soil broke and sprouted, but it didn't take so long for the seeds to germinate.

Pu Jia poked Jiang Yao's waist socket, and scratched her itchy flesh, she felt very itchy and laughed, but the person on the bed just didn't move.

She took the chicken feather and put it on Jiang Yao's bandaged lips, staring at the chicken feather, and the breath she exhaled became more and more powerful day by day.

From the chirp in midsummer, to the yellowing of the leaves in autumn, until they fell out, Pu Jia looked at Murong Chen, who was still calm in the courtyard looking at the medical book, and complained with a small mouth: "Master, this ugly monster is not awake yet......

She wanted to go to another place with her master to visit the mountains and rivers, to find her destiny, and she couldn't waste time on this ugly monster, the longer the time, the more uneasy she felt in her heart.

Murong Chen replied calmly: "It's okay. ”

Pu Jia avoided her feet in disappointment, "It's okay again, it's okay like this, how many times has the master said that he was hungry." ”

She complained and complained, but she still went into the house to take care of Jiang Yao, drawing big eyes and mouth with ink on her bandage. She snickered, and a burst of voice came out of the room.

Murong Chen looked at the corner of the medical book and smiled, he never told Pu Jia that the person who hit her was the ugly monster in her mouth.

"It was August when you came, and now it's December, and you've been lying for four months, and it's winter outside."

Gradually becoming more and more disappointed, Pu Jia burned a charcoal fire in the house, making the whole house very hot.

The use is still the best silver charcoal that can be bought on the market, Pu Jia pursed her lips and said: "This charcoal fire is really bad, but there is no way, who told you not to wake up, and you can't go back...... I also want to find the person who is destined to be. ”

Pu Jia glanced at the person behind her, and saw that the chicken feathers were no longer on Jiang Yao's face, but on her body, Pu Jia suddenly stood up curiously, looking at the closed doors and windows.

The fox suspiciously picked up the chicken feathers, put them back in front of Jiang Yao's snort, and was called away again, Pu Jia suddenly felt a burst of joy, and said, "Oh, ugly monster, you're going to wake up." ”

A burst of excitement made her very happy, and she immediately ran to Murong Chen's house to inform, shouting in the courtyard: "Master! Ugly bastard, she's waking up! We'll be going right away......"

Jiang Yao, who was lying on the bed, moved her hand slightly.

As if she was inspired by Jiang Yao's response, Pu Jia was even more excited to look forward to the appearance of the bandage when it was opened, and the mood of anticipation was suddenly overwhelming.

On this night, it snowed heavily, and goose feathers and snow fell, covering this village with more than a dozen households, floating on the vast land, and swept into Zhou Anguo's palace with the wind.

In the palace city, rows of palace maids wore cloaks and carried palace lamps on the long street, walking gracefully.

Duan Jingyan stood under the eaves of the Mirror Yuan Palace, looking at the heavy snowfall, his red eyes choked up, his mind was full of Jiang Yao's looking back and smiling, and the silver bell-like laughter.

Recalling, Jiang Yao bowed in front of him, and said, does the emperor miss a concubine?

When they are happy, they are like a carefree elf, with golden sentences in their mouths and crooked ideas in their heads, and the meals sent by the imperial dining room today are all taught by Jiang Yao to make them.

When I was sad, the drooping eyebrows, the crystal tears hung on the eyelashes, and the big eyes flickered, innocent and sad. Especially the ruined face before falling off the cliff broke his heart even more, and he couldn't control the pain when he recalled it now.

"Your Majesty, if there is an afterlife...... It will live up to its promise. ”

Duan Jingyan shook his body and covered his chest, the pain was unbearable, and he held on to the stone pillar.

Wenqin, who coaxed the children to sleep, walked out of the side hall, took the cloak and put it on Duan Jingyan, and said: "Your Majesty, the wind and snow are heavy at night, let's go into the house, your cold can't be affected by the cold." ”

"I don't think A-Yao will die, she will definitely watch this storm with me somewhere in the world."

Wenqin looked sad for a while, with tears in his eyes, looked in the direction of the side hall, and sighed.

The eldest prince and princess who had no mother suddenly made her feel a pain in her heart, and said: "Your Majesty, the deceased has passed away, please ask the emperor to mourn, take care of the dragon body, Zhou Anguo still needs the emperor to preside over the overall situation."

Duan Jingyan took a deep breath, raised his hand, and watched the snowflakes fall into his hands and suddenly melt away, he clenched his palms and turned around and walked towards the hall.

There was silence......

Wen Qin shook his head, closed the door of the hall, gathered the clothes on his body, and walked into the side hall. looked at the sleeping Yao, took a silk handkerchief and wiped the tears on Yao's face, and brushed Keats's hair.

In the dim candlelight, there was a long sigh......

The snowflakes flew up again with a gust of wind, rolled in the air, covered the glazed tiles with this thick layer of snow, and the earth became snow-capped, and flew into the royal palace of Naman with a carrier pigeon.

In the palace, Shangguan Yan happily hugged the princess in his hand, and the smiling little hand hugged Shangguan Yan and kissed him, Zhu Cangchen hugged the prince in a helpless way, hugging and crying.

Shangguan Yan looked at Zhu Cangchen and said unfamiliarly: "Ziyuan is wrong, the prince should be held upright and hugged, to be ...... like this" She demonstrated, Zhu Cangchen learned, the prince immediately stopped crying, and the corners of his mouth immediately laughed.

Wanxi stood under the eaves, shook off the snow, walked into the palace, presented the letterhead, and said: "Emperor Zhou Anguo asked for the name of the prince and the princess, the prince's name is King's Landing, and the princess's name is Luanfeng." ”

As soon as these words came out, Shangguan Yan's expression immediately turned cold, and she muttered in her mouth: "King's Landing, it is rare for him to think about the sentence in three years, and when the time comes, let my mountain and river iron riders trample his head under his feet to pay tribute to my daughter's soul." ”

Zhu Cangchen shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "It's not a good name." ”

Shangguan Yan turned around, and said with a smile on his face: "Since Ziyuan has said so, it's better to use it." ”

She hugged the princess who was getting sleepy in her arms, pasted the princess's white and tender face with a sad face, and said faintly: "The mourning family believes that your mother is still alive, and you can see your mother when you grow up." ”

Wanxi's eyes were red, and one leaned out, standing outside the house and looking at the goose feather snow, the cold wind and the wind and snow, as if to freeze all the hearts.