Without the master, he would have died long ago, and there would be no way he could survive until now - where did this idea come from?
The combination of hunger and cold made her body cold, numb and unconscious, and her heart gradually became colder. She suddenly realized that her own world was not that simple, and the people she trusted the most and were closest to were not that simple either.
The soles of his shoes made a slight sound when he stepped on the accumulated water. He sensed someone approaching and wanted to stand up to check. However, the strength of his limbs had long been exhausted by hunger and cold, and it was difficult to even move. His eyes were misty and covered with rain.
, through the hazy layer, I saw a pair of black boots approaching step by step. That style is usually used to match smart clothes, but Ning Xizui would never wear such clothes.
Who is it? Who is approaching her quietly? Why doesn't she say anything?
She struggled to move her lips, and after a while she was finally able to make a sound. However, before she could ask the other person's identity, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head.
"Aren't you going to fight back? They are Lord Anling's bodyguards, right?" A confused voice asked.
Matsuri nodded honestly, so calm that even he felt surprised.
Is it because he is dizzy and loses the ability to judge? Who knows, I just don’t want to deny this hard-won identity, and I don’t know what the meaning of denying it is. In the midst of severe pain and chaos, I slowly remembered that this is in the distant country, in
In a foreign country where no one could come to help, and when she was alone and unable to move, if someone wanted to kill her it would be as easy as squeezing an ant to death, but she was unable to resist.
If the master doesn't want her anymore, what's the point of resisting and continuing to live?
"Festival!"
A call suddenly appeared in the fading consciousness, familiar, anxious, and full of panic. It was unclear what happened after that. Only the black boots that suddenly turned and the reflection of the oil-paper umbrella in the stagnant water were in my sight.
Then he fell into sleep.
The sky in the imperial capital of the Yao Kingdom has been gloomy for several days, and undercurrents are surging beneath the surface of the prosperous times. As for where exactly, something is gradually changing, it is still unknown at this time, just like the person the Emperor and Queen of the Yao Kingdom are anxiously looking for, no matter what
No trace of it could be found.
Even in his sleep, Sacrifice knew that the rain had not stopped, and the sound of pitter-patter was heard continuously. At the same time, there was the faint sound of breathing and low calls from time to time.
"Sacrifice, sacrifice?"
Slowly opening his eyes, the light was so dim that it almost took no need to adapt. Matsuri struggled to wake up, and his whole body was filled with tenderness, which was the comfortable feeling of being held by someone.
"The fever has finally subsided, Matsuri, are you still cold?" she asked softly close to her ear. She turned her head slightly and saw a fair face with bright eyes. Matsuri stared blankly at those blue eyes as soft as water,
I couldn't tell whether I was dreaming or who was dreaming about me.
The wings of his nose were closed, and he opened his mouth weakly: "My lord..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
Ji raised his hand and rubbed his nose. It felt a little sore and his eyes hurt. Even though there was no rain falling on his face, his eyes felt blurry and wet. The strange feeling he couldn't explain made everything he wanted to say choked in his throat. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"How old are you, do you still cry?" Ning Xizui lowered his head, his eyelids pressed against Ji's slightly sweaty forehead, and after a while he took a deep breath, "It's good if you don't have a fever, but there's no way to go now
The medical center treats patients and prescribes medicine.”
Wiping away the tears that were about to come out, she looked away with a blushing face, only to realize that the place the two of them were in was not too wonderful - previously she had stayed in the corner of the alley until she fainted, but now she no longer had to be exposed to the wind.
Despite the blowing rain, their condition was not much better than it was then. They only had a ruined temple to shelter them from the wind and rain, and there was not even a bonfire in the desolate dusk.
What Ning Xizui is best at is being able to adapt to the situation no matter what the situation is. Even if he is so depressed that he is sitting in the corner of the ruined temple holding a sacrificial support, the careless look on his handsome face has not changed at all: "There are a group of tails that can't be shaken off and they are always sticky."
In the back, just sleep in the open air today. Miss Bai knows that I came out to find you, so someone will probably come to help later."
Tails? Are you talking about the remnants of the old Monan country who have evil intentions?
Those royal families who seemed to be surrendered but had hidden evil intentions were always thinking about regaining their land and power. Whenever Ning Xizui needed to be protected, Su Buqi would repeatedly tell him to be careful at all times before Ning Xizui went out. Unexpectedly, he was still careless and allowed them to take advantage of the loophole.
Ji pursed his lips, touched the big swelling on the back of his head, closed his eyes and huddled in Ning Xizui's arms, and said in a somewhat self-blaming tone: "It should be Ji who protects the Lord."
"Speaking of this..." Ning Xizui hesitated for a moment, her eyes falling quietly on the rain curtain outside the temple, "Ji, why don't you go to the palace to find me if you get lost? You know, I will definitely be there."
Matsuri shook his head, biting his bloodless lips and refused to answer.
Caressing Ji's slightly cool forehead, Ning Xizui remained silent for a long time before speaking with a sigh: "Is it because you don't know the way and you don't want to ask? You can't always keep silent to outsiders, Ji, why should you be afraid? Not everything
Everyone will hurt you, isn't it the same then? Buqi and I are not everything to you, you should have your own life, not just for us. Si, are you listening to me? Si? "
Wu Zi talked for a long time but no one responded. Ning Xizui lowered his head and saw that Ji had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, and smiled helplessly.
"Every time I want to escape, I pretend to be asleep. I'm such a child who won't grow up."
Ji's cheeks were red and hot, and he turned sideways, his whole head buried in Ning Xizui's arms.
Nothing can be hidden from the master, the things he does, the things he thinks, and the things he dare not remember because of fear... She understands that she is escaping, but she has no answer at all about what she is escaping from. If she is desperate
Memories that you want to forget must be very painful. Why should you remember them?
Wouldn't it be nice to sleep peacefully in his arms like now? Only in his arms will you not be afraid!
Because I like it more than anyone else.
Can I... stay with my master for the rest of my life?
I wanted to ask him this, but I couldn't.
"Are you hungry?" Untimely abdominal rumbles rang out. Ning Xizui was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "Hang on for one more night, and I will take you to eat when there are more people in the morning." The smile faded away.
Looking up at the sky, Ning Xi frowned slightly without any trace of drunkenness: "Miss Bai has probably sent someone to look for me, hoping to meet me tomorrow. Really, if you worry about the little prince just after giving birth to her, she will probably be killed by the stingy emperor.
Hated to death."
"Eh? You already have a child?!" Ji Zhi is a child at heart. He blinked and forgot about the random thoughts just now, and looked at Ning Xizui with wide eyes, "I thought the master was here to take her back. The master likes that one
Queen? Why did you let her go then? There is no one better than the Lord in the world!"
"Where do all these strange ideas come from?" Ning Xizui couldn't laugh or cry, she pressed Ji's little head and rubbed it vigorously, "Miss Bai and I are just close friends, not the kind of relationship you think. Besides..."
Her gentle green eyes suddenly came closer, and before she could dodge in panic, a soft kiss that was lighter than the sound of the wind fell on the side of her face.