Ji Fanxue sat in the courtyard with great interest and stirred the charcoal fire, and the peeled fresh longan with rock sugar and sake lees rolled in the small stove to give a sweet and greasy fragrance. This is Song Qinghui's favorite sweet, longan is produced in the south, and fresh fruits are hard to find. Ji turned over the snow and ordered people to go over the mountains and mountains to get two taels, and when they came back, they put them on the charcoal stove and simmered slowly.

"My lord! Miss Song, she's back! Ji Xiaojiu ran all the way.

Ji Fuxue put down the tongs, signaled the maid to be optimistic about the fire, and looked at Ji Xiaojiu in front of him, and his face was still very happy, "What's the matter?" ”

"Our people met the Imperial City Division and broke one, and Miss Song was frightened......"

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Fuxue's figure rushed out.

……

Song Qinghui sent the attendant all the way back to the bedroom, and her palms, who had pretended to be calm before, pinched out her nail prints.

She lay on the bed, buried her face in the quilt, and shivered at the thought of the scene when the head fell to the ground.

It's not like she's never seen a dead man. She has seen the elders in the family die of illness, but how can normal birth, old age, sickness and death be compared to a living person being beheaded like this in front of his eyes! Such cruelty, the man didn't even blink his eyes.

The Imperial City Division is actually such a group of demons!

Song Qinghui thought of the man with the scar on his face, and the man's gaze was as cold as a falcon, and even thinking about it made her shudder.

"Who?" The door suddenly opened, and Song Qinghui sat up.

"It's me."

The familiar figure came in, and seeing Ji Fuxue's concerned gaze, Song Qinghui suddenly felt extremely aggrieved.

The carriage was forcibly searched, the Imperial City was killed in the street, the fear all the way turned into helplessness, the eyes were moist, and big tears fell.

The man said his name was Meng Changce...... Yes, it was the Imperial City Division investigating the case...... Whining...... He killed ...... in one fell swoop," Song Qinghui cried unexpectedly.

She is just a young lady from the Hou Mansion, where has she been wronged like this.

Her father and mother have never beaten her, and her brother has always made mistakes, and there are concubines in the palace to support her. She is the pearl of the Song family, and no one has ever dared to bully her.

It was the first time she had seen such a scene. She was really scared.

Song Qinghui's bright and moving face was crying pear blossoms with rain, and the corners of his eyes were flushed, which looked particularly pitiful.

Ji Fanxue's heart was about to break, he tried his best to hold back his killing intent towards the Imperial City Division, and said softly to Song Qingxuan: "Ah Hui, it's okay, this is King Ning's Mansion." No one is going to bully you anymore. ”

Song Qinghui's tears wet his clothes, like a hole in a flame, burning and stinging.

Ji Fengxue is very thin, and the heavy winter coat is wrapped around him, and it is a little difficult to pick it up. But his arms are very fragrant, and the faint smell of plum blossoms lingers on the tip of his nose, fragrant and cold. Song Qinghui's breath was full of Ji Qingxue's breath, and his gentle and pleasant voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and he shouted her name in his ear one by one, which slowly soothed Song Qinghui's tense heart.

He hugged her tightly, wiped the tears from her face, and whispered comfortingly: "Ah Hui, I'm here." ”

"It's the snow that doesn't protect you, I'm here, and no one in the world can hurt us Ah Yan."

"Whoever hurts us Ah Yan deserves to die."

The last sentence of Ji Xue was not spoken.

He hugged the person in his arms, gently patted her back, and kissed her hair.