Li Qingheng's voice was indifferent, even if he was flirtatious like this, it sounded boring at the moment, as if he just asked, have you eaten?

Shen Mo lowered his eyes, and his eyes were gentle.

He did as she had said, and leaned closer.

He accidentally pressed his wrist against her arm, and felt a chill.

Her body was as cold as a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, and the ice was biting.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at her side face, the fine fluff was clearly visible.

She knelt for so long, and it rained again, and she was soaking wet.

If this continues, she will definitely get sick.

"I'll help...... The county lord is warm. The tentative voice was cautious.

Li Qingheng snorted.

Shen Mo tentatively held her arm carefully, pulled it towards herself, and held it with both hands to convey warmth to her.

Rao is such a close distance, and there is not the slightest ambiguity between the two.

One is as cold as ice, the other is self-denying and cautious.

Li Qingheng took a long breath, feeling as if he had met a warm stove, hot and dispelling the cold.

I didn't feel cold before, but now that I was so posted by Shen Mo, I found that she was really about to die of cold.

The candle flame flickered, and it was past the hour.

Soon, one arm was warmed by Shen Mo.

"Where else is the county lord cold?"

"My feet are a little cold." Li Qingheng replied.

Shen Mo was a little embarrassed.

He glanced down at the soles of his feet, didn't know how to speak, and asked the county lord to put his feet over.

However, before he could speak, one of the county lord's feet poked into his arms.

Shen Mo was suddenly shocked, and his body tensed.

It's cold, like ice in winter, and it's scary.

Li Qingheng felt Shen Mo's discomfort and took his feet back again.

"Ice is yours."

Shen Mo hurriedly replied: "No, county lord, I'm just worried about the county lord's body, can the county lord stretch his feet over again?" ”

He asked her in general.

Li Qingheng stretched his foot over again.

She felt her feet meet a pair of warm hands, and they held them in their arms, which tasted like treasures.

Soon, her feet covered Shen Mo's hands coldly.

Shen Mo wanted to use other parts to warm her, but he did so rashly, so he had to ask carefully: "County Lord, can you ......?"

Before he could finish his sentence, she interrupted him.

"I'm really sleepy, you can do whatever you want, just give me some breath."

“……”

Just do what you want......

He glanced at her hesitantly, suppressed the other thoughts in his heart, whispered yes, and gently lifted her foot forward and pressed it against his lower abdomen.

Icy and piercing –

He had been covering it for a long time, but her feet were like a thousand years of ice, and it still made him feel excited.

It took a while to get used to it, but I didn't feel it.

The sound of her shallow breathing sounded in the room, and the silence grew in the room as the flames on the candlesticks and the rain crackling on the roof.

Shen Mo had already warmed one of her feet, and he sat up carefully, trying not to make any noise, so as not to wake her from her sleep.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, noticing her exposed half of her shoulder, her collarbone clearly visible, he pursed his lips, leaned down slightly, and pulled the quilt up to cover her tightly.

When she looked back, she saw a wet white-footed civet cat curled up in a ball on the ground next to her head, snoring and sleeping.

Shen Mo's eyes showed a little helplessness, fortunately with it, it didn't make her feel lonely.

He withdrew his gaze and took her other foot in his arms to help her warm up.

Her feet were only a little the size of his palm, and they could be held with one hand, and their white feet were as clean and cold as jade, slippery and soft to the touch.

The soles of the feet are pale pink, and they look very cute.

Shen Mo lowered his eyes to look at her toes, each one was just right, cute and cute.

He raised his hand lightly and touched her toes one by one, reverently like a believer.

She was so holy and holy that he didn't dare to violate it.

——

Following.

With a sharp rooster crow, Li Qingheng opened his eyes instantly, holding something a little cold and hard in his hand, and his body was tense.

Shen Mo's wrist was held by her all night.

Shen Mo opened his eyes and asked worriedly: "County Lord?" ”

"You continue to recuperate, I'll go out."

She put on her shoes neatly, called Jin Yu again, quickly got dressed up, and told Jin Yu to rest for a while, and she went to the mourning hall again.

Li Yan also stayed awake all night, and there were still many things to deal with.

He planned to go to the mourning hall to offer incense at that time, but he saw her dressed in plain white clothes and entered the mourning hall early in the morning.

She should have slept a little longer.

Li Yan was distressed, but he couldn't stop it.

His brother is so useless.

"Come on, when did she wake up?" Li Yan asked the next person.

"When the rooster crows."

The sky is not yet fully bright, the sky is turned white, and the air is fresh after the rain.

"I sold all the chickens in the palace, and whoever raised chickens around the house also bought and sold them."

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, and immediately responded "yes" and went down to do it.

Li Qingheng said that if he goes out, this trip is five hours.

In the blink of an eye, it was dark again, and a few light rains fell in between, and now the rain stopped again.

She hadn't eaten a single bite since yesterday to today.

Li Yan was distressed, he stood at the door of the mourning hall for a long time, and only when the next person brought the dinner over, did he raise his feet and enter the door.

"Well, you haven't eaten in two days."

Her face turned pale, and the answer to him was always the "I can't eat".

"Just some clear porridge, drink some more."

Li Cong squatted down, put the food box on the ground, opened the lid of the steamer above, and brought out a bowl of porridge.

"I don't want to drink."

Li Yan was speechless: "......"

He stared at her for a long time, his eyes no longer holding back, flushed and wet.

......As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was choked to the point that he couldn't help himself, "Drink a little more, don't let my brother worry." ”

Li Qingheng bit her lip, seeing Li Yan's appearance, she couldn't bear it after all.

Li Cong is her relative, she can't stand Li Cong's death, but she is also Li Yan's relative, she is Li Yan's own sister, if she doesn't eat or drink, she is worried about Li Yan.

Although her soul is not Li Yan's sister, her soul is still, and she has to be responsible for Li Yan.

Thinking of this, Li Qingheng picked up the porridge in Li Yan's hand and ate and drank several bites.

Li Yan finally burst into tears and smiled, looking at him with a little relief: "Excuse me...... Come on, eat some more steamed buns. ”

Li Qingheng took the steamed bun and took a few big bites.

"Slow down, eat slowly......" Li Yan looked worried, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.

Li Qingheng choked on the steamed buns, burped, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge at the bottom of the bowl, then wiped his mouth and looked at Li Yan.

"I'm full."

The smile on Li Yan's lips never closed, and he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks: "It's good to be full, it's good to be full, you go to bed and take a good bath." ”

"I'll go in a while, and I'll accompany my father again."

At the mention of Li Cong, the smile on the corner of Li Yan's mouth was restrained, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and pretended to laugh, but he didn't smile.

"Okay, then you can go back in a while, but don't let my brother worry."

"Don't worry, I'll go back after a few words with my father."

Li Yan smiled bitterly and came out of the mourning hall.

It stands to reason that he, as his father's child, should keep filial piety in the mourning hall, but she is very busy.

He left very suddenly, and now all the burdens of the family fell on him, and he had to hold on.

Brother Li Li is already on the way to Chang'an in Luoyang, and I am afraid that it will come in two days.

Inside the altar, the white sails swayed, and it was desolate.

In the middle of the mourning hall is placed Li Cong's tablet, on which is written Li Cong, the prince of Jingde, which is the title given by the saint.

He was not posthumously crowned the crown prince during his lifetime, but after his death, he gave a prince's honorific name, but it just sounds good.