In the first half of the night, Yaoying's body was as hot as fire, she couldn't even drink water, let alone eat the bowl of vegetarian soup.

She felt that she was gently lifted up by someone, and the soup bowl was brought to her lips, and the light sweet smell came to her nose, but she felt sick, raised her arm, and pushed the bowl of soup away.

The soup splashed out and the bowl was immediately moved away.

The bed was warm, as if hiding a bright charcoal fire. Yaoying was hot and unbearable, she couldn't help pushing away the bedding that was pressing on her body.

As soon as she pushed it away, the quilt was covered again, she pushed it away again, and after a while, the quilt returned to its original position gently. She became temperamental while she was ill, groaning dissatisfied in her mouth, and kicked the quilt away hard with both feet. Kick the quilt down.

Like a tantrum cat.

The figure next to the bed froze for a moment.

The heat dissipated, Yaoying felt more comfortable, she spread her hands and feet and turned over, lying on her arms, sleeping curled up, her long black hair covering her shoulders, her delicate jade feet exposed outside, her insteps slightly taut, pitiful Xixi, slender in posture, no different from the tantrum just now.

After a while, the bedding was hung on her again.

A well-knotted hand gently pressed the quilt down.

Yaoying suddenly opened her eyes and looked up, her thick eyelashes were wet.

This gesture made her feel familiar and relieved.

...

When she was young, Yaoying took medicine every day and couldn't sleep all night. Especially in the year when she first practiced walking, her legs were so painful that she turned over and over in bed, and it hurt no matter how she changed her posture.

She didn't want to cry because she couldn't bear the pain, but the tears still fell and the pillow was wet.

Li Zhongqian heard the sound, walked into the inner room with the lamp in his hand, and took a picture of her face: "Little Qi?"

Yaoying knew that he was short-tempered, and afraid that he was worried, she immediately held her breath, motionless, pretending to be asleep.

Li Zhongqian leaned over, pulled up the quilt that fell under her shoulders, gently pressed twice, then pressed the bottom of the quilt, stood by the bed for a while, and went out.

Yaoying's legs still hurt, but she felt a lot more at ease in her heart, turned over and continued to sleep.

...

Over the years, Yaoying has long forgotten the pain that had kept her awake at night, only remembering the gentle force of Brother's hand when she awkwardly pressed the quilt.

The lights were dim and dim.

Yaoying stared at the slender hand by the bed, slowly looking up, and saw a hideous Yasha mask.

She was stunned and thought vaguely that this dream was a bit scary.

Looking up, a pair of dark blue eyes looked at her quietly, their eyes light.

Yaoying's eyes are slightly hot.

The backlog of grievances, fears, helplessness, and loneliness in the bottom of my heart suddenly surged up and gushed out.

"Brother..."

When she called out these two words, her nose was sore, tears filled her eyelashes, and she grabbed the hand that was about to withdraw.

"Brother, I feel uncomfortable."

Because I know it is a dream, I don't have to hide it, I can act like a baby and complain to my grievances.

The hot hand grasped the cool hand, as if electric current passed by.

The palm of the hand struck lightly.

Yaoying squeezed tighter, just like when she was a child holding the hands that held her so many times to teach her step by step, her small face moved up, rubbed reliantly, and acted silently.

The hand held tightly by her stopped moving, and she allowed her to stick her hot little face on, and the texture under her clothes was slightly cool and very comfortable.

"Brother..." Yaoying raised her face and said softly, "Don't wear a mask, okay? The grimace is a bit scary."

The man looked down at her.

Yaoying's face was flushed red, her eyes were slightly drowsy, and her spring was squishy. She stared at him firmly, admitting the wrong person, and she was extraordinarily arrogant, delicate and brutal.

"Brother."

She urged, her voice was soft, her breath was weak, her brows frowned, as if she was holding back the pain.

The man said nothing, and slowly took off his mask.

Under Yasha's face was a face full of scars.

He took the mask, ready to put it on again.

Yaoying held his arm, her eyebrows were slightly bent, and she smiled sweetly at him. The corners of her eyes and brows were filled with smiles, she seemed to have not noticed the scars on his face at all.

"That's better."

Yaoying whispered, feeling at ease now, holding his arms, closing his eyes, and falling asleep again.

The man was slightly startled.

In the middle of the night, Yaoying began to chill.

The strands of coolness penetrated through the bones and spread all over the body, her hands and feet were cold, she hugged herself tightly, and shrank into a ball.

The hand that had been held tightly by her slipped out of her palm.

With a heavy shoulder, someone added a layer of quilt to her, still pressing it twice gently to tuck the corner of the quilt.

Yaoying shivered and whispered, "Brother, I'm cold."

The figure beside the bed left for a while, brought in the bedding, laid it on her, and pressed the button. The charcoal stove was dragged to the side of the couch, making a small creak.

Yaoying still felt cold and her teeth trembled.

The tall and tall figure was sitting on the side of the bed, a corner opened by the corner, one hand came in, and the finger pressed on her wrist.

The fingertips with a thin layer of calluses brushed the back of her hand, and she shuddered all over, and then, a warm current overflowed from the place where the fingers touched.

The place where the fingertips were touching was warm, Yaoying felt a little better, and she subconsciously leaned toward the figure, next to him, and slowly, her delicate body pressed onto it.

The figure is motionless, like a sculpture.

After tossing all night, the oil lamp burned out, and wisps of blue smoke came out.

Yaoying was hot and cold, half-dreaming and half-awake, opening her eyes.

It was dim in front of the bed, and a beam of cold moonlight flooded the window sash into the room, and fell on the man next to the bed. Yuehua cut across his face, the scars faded, the outlines were deep and elegant, and the eyelash mask was underneath. The faint shadow made those blue eyes become clearer and deeper.

His eyes were drooping, his plump lips moved lightly, and he was reciting scriptures with a sound in his mouth.

Yaoying could only understand a few simple Sanskrit words, and couldn't understand what sutra he was reading. She only understood a few words in a daze: Relieve the pain and be free from all ailments.

Sultan Gu was indeed a disciple of Shaman, and when he put down his butcher knife, he would also recite sutras.

The tone of his chanting was cold and cold, and Yaoying didn't understand a word, but knowing that he was praying for herself, there seemed to be a warm current in her heart, and she ironed the post with ease, her body gradually became less uncomfortable, her eyelids sank, and she fell asleep.

This time, Yaoying slept peacefully.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.

The first daylight poured down, reflected on the snow, and there was a light blue sky light floating in front of the window.

Yaoying's medicinal properties were gone, she moved her arms, her body was sore and feeble, she glanced at the room, and was taken aback.

Sultan Gukao sat on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He really watched her all night?

Yaoying stayed for a while, recalling all the embarrassment of last night, afraid to wake Sultan Gu, did not dare to get up, her feet under the bedding moved.

Her hands and feet slowly regained her strength, her body was dry and comfortable, energetic, and she was able to jump around again.

Yaoying twisted slightly under the quilt, slowly moved to the other side of the bed, and looked back on the ancient Sudanese body.

He was sitting leaning back, still in the posture when he was chanting, his shoulders were tight, and the circle around his eyes seemed to be blue.

This murderous man would take care of people so considerately.

Yaoying stared at Sultan Gu in a daze.

...

She is naturally beautiful, and the young Lang who admires her looks knows nowhere, as long as she is willing to smile at them, they can fight for her.

But that fiery admiration was just a moment of enthusiasm for young people. What they admired was that beautiful and high-looking princess, who was the first beauty, and she couldn't take it seriously.

Yaoying knows that Zheng Jing likes her, Xue Wu likes her, and Peijia Langjun likes her.

Their likes are true, but when her life and their future cannot be matched, how many people dare to give her a go?

Even Zheng Jing, who really admired her sincerely, only asked her to go with him on impulse.

Yaoying can even be sure of one thing: if Li De or Li Xuanzhen killed her in front of everyone, the group of young men in Beijing would be angry with Li De's ruthlessness, would regret her, cry for her, and for her. Draw a sword, then what?

After being sober, they will continue to be loyal to Li De and his son, as if nothing happened.

In the future, those young langs will be old and old, with children and grandchildren in the house, and groups of wives and concubines. They may think of her who died of fragrant jade, and feel sad for a moment.

It wasn't that the young men were ruthless and righteous, Yaoying didn't even say a few words with them, so there was no need to ask for anything else.

In this world, when she is in a desperate situation, the only person who can save her from a long distance and without hesitation is always the second brother Li Zhongqian.

Li Zhongqian is the only one who will avenge her at all costs.

Therefore, when Yaoying was running for Li Zhongqian, she did not cry for Zheng Jing's help, but exchanged the wealth of the Xie family with the Zheng family.

When communicating with Du Sinan, she used his most desired fame and status as bait, and listed a list of prospects that would fascinate him.

When Haidu Aling was pushed to a desperate situation and had nowhere to escape, and had to turn to Tamaraga for help, Yaoying was also scheming, and her words and sentences were suggestive, trying to impress Tamaraga with profit. .

Tamara Gha saved her.

But it wasn't because of the benefits she promised, nor was it because she wanted to form an alliance with Da Wei.

At that time, she couldn't guarantee anything, he didn't take her seriously.

Yaoying later thought about it seriously. The reason why Tamaraga sheltered her was not because she had helped Deva Munda, because fate would bring him water and grass.

He saved her because he could save her.

Even if Tamaraga is running out of time, she will be able to save her as a stranger.

He promised to protect her, he really told the world, let her live in the Buddhist temple in the name of imitating the modern girl, in order to escape the covetousness of Haidu Aling.

Now Sultan Gu is sent to **** her to Gaochang to help her return to the DPRK as soon as possible.

From beginning to end, he didn't need her gratitude, let alone her exchange.

...

Yaoying sat up, remembering the look in the eyes of Tamara Gaya sitting in the Buddha hall when she was in the morning class.

His eyes were clear and dusty.

Yaoying smiled, her cheeks slightly warm.

The whereabouts of Sultan ancients are secretive, Ashina Bisuoguli is weird, and Tamaraga's trust in Sultan ancients is also eye-catching.

She has a keen intuition that Sultan Gu's scarred face does not match his eyes.

She doubts the identity of Sultan Gu, and has deliberately tried many times these days.

He should be aware of it, even so, treat her as always. Tamara Gha sent him to protect her, and he took good care of her.

Yaoying slowly exhaled a suffocating breath between her chest.

No matter what was concealed by the brothers Tamaraga, Sultan Gu, and Bi Suo, and what identity Sultan Gu was, it was all their business, and she should not explore their secrets.

Jun treats him with sincerity, and she should treat each other with sincerity.