Sima Ying was only stunned for a moment, then strode over and pulled up the sheep Xianrong who was sitting in front of the fire, and then hugged it tightly in his arms, very hard. His whole body was trembling, his heart was beating wildly, and even for a moment, tears flowed out.

Yang Xianrong was in a dry dress, and when she looked down and smelled, there was still a little fragrance between her collars. Maybe she disliked long hair too much, so she used a long silk to tie her hair into a man's hair crown style and put it on the top of her head, which was very pretty.

It was probably too hard, and Yang Xianrong writhed a few times in his arms to show that he was not very comfortable. But Sima Ying hugged her even tighter, for fear that as soon as he let go, this person would disappear, everything was just his illusion, a fantasy in the deep forest on a rainy night. Perhaps, it was really a thousand-year-old fox demon who transformed into a human form to kill him.

It was really hugged for a long time, Yang Xianrong's whole person was attached to his arms, and his breathing had the same amplitude, because of her height, her ears had been attached to the position of Sima Ying's heart, listening to his heartbeat from manic to quiet, and then to the extremely powerful "dong dong" sound, she asked sullenly: "Lord Wang, my foot is broken, it hurts to stand like this." ”

"What?" Only then did Sima Ying realize that Yang Xianrong had been standing leaning on him, soft and soft, with no strength. He let go, but Yang Xianrong was unsteady on his feet and seemed to be about to fall. He immediately hugged her again and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Of course, I'm hungry, cold and injured, but it's miserable." Yang Xianrong's voice was soft, a little coquettish, but there was also some teasing energy, which made Sima Ying a little overwhelmed. He looked down at the delicate woman in his arms, his eyes were already full of her, and he couldn't take it off anymore.

"Shall I help you sit down slowly?" Now he was extremely cautious, for fear that he would break her if he tried hard.

"It's not so delicate, it's just that I broke my foot, I should have twisted my tendons, and I just raised it for two days." Yang Xianrong sat down again with his strength.

Now Sima Yingcai looked at her carefully, and sure enough, she had lost some weight, and her little face was a lot sharper. There are also dark circles under the eyes, and there is still a dirty piece on the face, probably because the ashes from the burning branches have rubbed on the face. He didn't shy away from it at all now, and reached out to wipe her face.

Yang Xianrong didn't react for a while, looked at him with wide eyes, and then laughed again, "Dare to ask how the prince found here?" What about the others? ”

"Don't ask me, ask you first, what the hell happened?" Sima Ying finally regained some of her senses, but her hand was still on Yang Xianrong's face, wiping this side, and then wiping that, and finally began to regulate her hair again, as if she was wiping a beloved carved gold bottle, carefully and seriously.

"If I say I want to run away, do you believe me?" Yang Xianrong didn't mean to be shy at all, just looked at Sima Ying like this. Sima Ying also looked at her, her eyes were full of calm, but the strength in her hand was a little stronger, pinched her cheek, and said viciously: "Believe, I believe everything you say." ”

"Oooh, it hurts." Yang Xianrong didn't break his hands, they all approached him, and finally plunged into his arms, but then quickly leaned back, "Do you want to take off your clothes first?" ”

"Huh?" A small flame appeared in Sima Ying's eyes, and the short clusters were bright.

"It's wet, it's cold."

Yang Xianrong wanted to reach out and touch the position of his heart again, but he grabbed his hand and pressed it on his heart, "It's hot here." ”

With this said, a pun, Yang Xianrong finally stopped being coquettish, but sighed, "Lord Wang, roast the fire first, and let it cool carefully." ”

"Okay." This time, Sima Ying finally let go of her hand and quickly took off all the wet clothes on her body, although Yang Xianrong had some difficulty standing, she still helped him put these clothes on the stand made of thick wooden branches by the fire.

Yang Xianrong also took off his coat and put it on for Sima Ying, and he was naked, which was really unsightly. Sima Ying is also extremely calm now, and she doesn't say anymore: It's not in accordance with the rules. Instead, she put on her coat very naturally, which was a little smaller, but she could wear it.

The sheep held back their laughter and turned up a bonfire on the branches so that they could burn more vigorously. Sima Ying didn't think about it, just sat down beside her, and also reached out to help her pull two wooden branches from the pyre on the side and throw them into the small bonfire.

"I wanted to run, but I didn't quite think about it. Otherwise, why would they still be here? "The mountains and forests in the dark night were silent, only the crackling of bonfires. Lonely men and widows huddled in a very sloppy hunter's small hut are even more ambiguous. Therefore, when I speak, I am also a lot more emotional and weak.

Sima Ying didn't squeak, just looked at her quietly.

"If I really run away, will you kill Zhang Liang and them all?"

"Yes."

"He Jiunian will also kill?"

"Yes."

"You're not afraid that Sima Lun will kill you?"

"Don't be afraid, because I'm going to kill him."

“…… He's your uncle, right? ”

"Why are you running?" Sima Ying still asked, extremely seriously, and looked at Yang Xianrong steadily, "What do you know?" Or rather, what did you encounter? ”

"Sima Lun wants to rebel." Yang Xianrong held back for a long time before he said this, and looked at Sima Ying cautiously, a little timid.

Sima Ying looked at her little appearance, and felt pain in her heart. All of these Sima family members are going to rebel, not only Sima Lun, but in fact, he also wants to rebel. Because this Sima Zhen is really incompetent, he has made a mess of the Great Jin Dynasty. Plus, who wouldn't want to have rights? Back then, his father liked him so much, and even he grew up beside the emperor since he was a child, and followed him to deal with so many government affairs, why couldn't he be the emperor?

He thought so, what about the other brothers and uncles? How could they be willing to be dictated by a fool? It's been ten years, it's been ten years since the death of the emperor, and those remnants have long since dissipated. The days of Jia Nanfeng's family showing off their martial arts have also come to an end. Why isn't it "the capable are on top"?

He was not reconciled.

However, at this moment, he suddenly hesitated.

Because his goal has always been to overthrow the foolish emperor, he did not expect that this little woman who had only appeared for less than half a year would firmly occupy his eyes, and slowly occupy a larger and larger place in his heart, so that he would rather venture through the jungle in the middle of the night to find it.

Actually, isn't it good to let her go?

However, he was reluctant to let go.