All the way north, continue north.

Prince Longqing walked alone in the wind and snow, the Lu Chenjia followed silently not far away, the snow horse silently kicked the horse's hooves to slowly eliminate the fatigue, from morning to twilight, and then from twilight to morning, I don't know how many days I walked, how far I walked, the dark night in the north of the wasteland was still so far away, and it did not close the distance.

On the way, Prince Longqing held a handful of snow to chew when he was thirsty, chewed a few mouthfuls of saliva when he was hungry, and became weaker and weaker the more he walked, it seemed that he might fall down at any time and never get up again, Lu Chenjia had been silently waiting for the arrival of that moment, but although he had fallen down a lot, he struggled to get up every time, and he didn't know how there was so much vitality in his thin body.

Lu Chenjia looked at the figure dozens of feet away in silence, just kept her distance, and didn't mean to step forward, because she knew that he didn't like it, she also held a handful of snow to chew when she was thirsty, took out dry food from the horse to eat when she was hungry, and looked at the figure who was weak because of hunger, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the urge to send food.

From the snow to the snow stop, from the wind to the wind, the two of them and one horse are still on the cold wasteland in black and white, and the majestic posture of the Heavenly Forsaken Mountains can be faintly seen in the distance behind, as if they can't get out of this desperate world.

One day, Prince Longqing suddenly stopped, looking at the unreachable night in the north, the fingers that were as thin as a dead tree trembled slightly, and then let go, and a branch that he picked up a few days ago fell from his palm, and hit his feet with a snap, he looked down at the gray-white toenails that the branches had fallen, and found that there was no blood.

He raised his head and continued to squint at the dark night in the north, then turned around slowly, looked at Lu Chenjia dozens of feet away, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm hungry." ”

Lu Chenjia's eyes were wet, and he almost cried, forcibly calmed his mind, took out the dry food with trembling hands, softened it with warm water that he secretly prepared every day, and then held it in front of him.

Long Qing didn't say anything more, just swallowed clean food in a panic with her no longer delicate and rough palm, then rubbed her throat with satisfaction, and got back on the road.

It's just that this time he no longer went north, without any signs, without any reason, without any words, he who thought he was abandoned by Haotian, no longer tried to throw himself into the arms of the night, but turned around lonely and went to the southern Central Plains.

Lu Chenjia looked at his back in a daze, and the joy that had just been born gradually became cold, because she confirmed that this was not Longqing's decision to regain his vitality, but that he was really desperate, including despair of the night, yes he was still alive, but is this kind of living person Longqing?

She led the snow horse behind Long Qing, secretly looked at his face, lowered her head and whispered: "Actually, it's good to go back to Chengjing, when you were in Taoshan, you often said that you missed the garden of the palace very much, and I will accompany you?"

Prince Longqing glanced at her indifferently, no longer the kind of condescending and proud indifference from the bone marrow, but the indifference of passers-by who gave up on themselves, and said mockingly: "How can you be so stupid? What are you doing back to Chengjing? Were you assassinated by those ministers loyal to Chongming, or were you killed by your father for the sake of the overall situation?"

Lu Chenjia was stunned, and immediately came to his senses, understanding that if Longqing returned to Chengjing, the capital of Yan Kingdom, he might not be able to see the early morning of the second day at all, because now he is not a Xiling Divine Son with the support of the temple, but just an ordinary person, who is involved in the dangerous seizure of the heir, how can he be lucky?

"Lord Sect Master has always admired you, and besides, there is a judgment throne ......," she said cautiously.

"Stupid, do you really think that Momoyama is a place of light and holiness?"

Prince Longqing looked at her and said mockingly: "What you appreciate and what you value, it is all based on your strength, Ye Hongyu will not lie, she doesn't need to lie, I have been shot by Ning Que with an arrow, what use is there for the temple? Could it be that you think that if I look better, I can really absorb believers for the temple? Those old guys on Peach Mountain have nothing to fear except Haotian, where can there be such cheap sympathy as you?"

These words were very mean and resentful, but they couldn't be refuted at all, Lu Chenjia lowered his head silently, and muttered: "It's really not okay to go to the moon ring, okay? You know that I have prepared a garden in Jingshan and have been waiting for you to see." ”

Talking about the word moon ring, she knew that she was wrong.

Sure enough, Prince Longqing's face became more and more indifferent, his eyes even showed disgust, staring at her face and saying resentfully: "I don't go north anymore because you, a tiresome woman, always follow me, how can the Immortal Monarch see my sincerity? I don't want to die, so I have to go south, it's as simple as that, but I don't want to die It has nothing to do with you, so if you are willing to give me food, it's best to shut up." ”

Lu Chenjia slowly clenched his fists, pursed his lips, looked at the shadow of the slanting sun of the wasteland, looked at his own shadow and the shadow of the man opposite, and found that no matter what, it could not overlap in one place.

All the way to the south and continue south.

The wind and snow have disappeared, and there are traces of beasts in the wild, and the longer you walk south, the closer you are to the bustling real world, but the shadow of two people and one horse on the surface of the wasteland, slowly moving south, has always maintained a sad distance.

Yan is located at the northern end of the mainland, and the grassland left tent royal court, and there is such a terrifying existence of the Tang Empire beside him, so the national strength is difficult to talk about the might, and the people can not talk about any wealth, when the year intersects, the cold in the deep winter is rising, and the capital city is full of beggars who lack food and clothing.

A thin beggar may arouse the sympathy of the people, a hundred thin beggars can only arouse the disgust and fear of the people, the owners of the hotel canteens in the streets and alleys of Chengjing are beggars in all their sights, and it is naturally impossible to have the fun of soup soup like their counterparts in Chang'an City, and whether the beggars can eat enough can only depend on their own ability.

A thin ghost-like beggar, holding a broken bowl, walking aimlessly in the streets and alleys of Chengjing, he did not attract anyone's attention, the street scene that should be very familiar in the streets and alleys, did not attract his attention, his attention was all attracted by the fragrance coming from the hotel canteen, but it was a pity that he was not like those old beggars who had a unique knack for begging, and the coat on his body that still smelled sour in the cold wind and the dirty hair that was more tangled than the city gate rope made it impossible for him to enter those places at all.

Three restaurants in a row drove him out directly, especially the last Xiao Er, who unceremoniously hit him on the thigh with a stick, and then kicked him to the middle of the street.

The thin beggar's face was covered with dirt, he couldn't tell his age at all, he crossed his waist, held a bowl that had been broken a little more, and scolded the restaurant in the street, all kinds of foul language was more smelly than the dirt on his body, until Xiao Er rushed out of the door with a stick, he ran away, where could he see his original identity and demeanor

On the other side of the street, Lu Chenjia led the snow horse, looking at this picture in despair, holding the reins tightly with her right hand, and there was a slight dampness in her eyes, but she still didn't shed tears, because she still had hope.

On the way back from the wasteland, she had already freshened up and changed into clean clothes, but because of her unhealthy face and thin figure, she looked particularly haggard and more pitiful.

In the past few days, she watched Long Qing return to the capital of Yan Kingdom incognito, watched him wander in the streets and alleys, the lowest level of the world, watched him being greeted by the restaurant Xiaoer with a stick, and watched him struggle to survive, several times she couldn't help but want to step forward, but she didn't dare, because on the way back from the wasteland, Long Qing stopped asking her for food after seeing the people, and whenever she wanted to help, he would scream like crazy, and even pick up a thing that he could touch and throw it at her, whether it was stone or mud, except for the broken bowl used to beg。

Lu Chenjia is very sad, her sadness lies in Longqing's current situation, in Longqing's drive herself, and in her hands, she found that Longqing can only hit himself with stones and mud like a naughty boy or a real beggar, every time she thinks of Longqing, she will also realize this reality, sensitive and proud, what kind of pain and discomfort should he have?

The prince of Longqing, who became a beggar, finally grabbed half of the steamed buns that were frozen to ** from a woman's basket in the evening, he proudly stuffed the steamed buns into his arms, missed the half urn of cabbage soup hidden in the residence, hummed the glamorous songs he had heard in his classmates in Xiling Tianyu Academy in his early years, and went out of the city with broken shoes.

There is a Taoist temple outside the city, the prince of Longqing passed the Taoist temple and did not enter, and he didn't even look at the Taoist temple, you must know that in the past, if the Taoist temple knew that the prince of Longqing was outside, he would inevitably empty the whole view, sprinkle water and pave the road, and welcome him in like an ancestor, but a few days ago, when the little Taoist servant learned that he wanted to spend the night in the Taoist temple, his eyes were so disdainful.

So Longqing didn't live in a Taoist temple, he lived in an abandoned Buddhist temple outside the city.

Now Longqing is very dirty, unkempt, and his hair can't be untied at all, but fortunately it's winter, and the wound between his chest and abdomen is not rotten, and there are no mosquitoes to follow, otherwise the beggars in the abandoned temple will not allow him to settle here.

Back at the ruined temple, Longqing found that he was not too hungry, at least not as hungry as when he begged the woman for food in the wasteland, so he decided to save the half of the steamed bun for tomorrow to eat, and covered his slightly bulging belly with satisfaction, imagining the taste of the steamed bun after being soaked in cabbage soup early tomorrow morning, and fell asleep sweetly.

Lu Chenjia led the snow horse, silently looking at the fire in the ruined temple in the night, she knew that there were many beggars in it, and she also knew that at this time, those beggars were probably bragging to each other about the harvest of today's begging, after a moment of silence, she turned to leave, but did not go far, and rested for the night in a forest not far from the ruined temple.

She thought that Longqing didn't find out that she was still following him, because after all, she was a powerhouse in the Cave Xuan Upper Realm, and now Longqing was just an ordinary person, but she forgot one thing As a couple who have known each other for many years, she can often clearly feel where Longqing is without using her mental power to perceive, which has become a habit or intuition.

However, happiness or misfortune, Longqing also has this intuition.

(See you tomorrow.) (To be continued)