Late at night in the cold winter, the evening wind is cold, and the grass and trees rustle gently. The bright moonlight shines mottledly through the branches of the trees on the quiet Guiyan Pavilion.
Yanyan was lying in front of the window, looking at Qi Feng who was already asleep on the bed. She couldn't sleep, so she simply got up from the bed and admired the clear moon in the cold night.
There is a pot of red charcoal fire in the room, crackling softly. The weather is getting colder and colder, so the charcoal fire can only be used to keep warm. The charcoal fire in the room has almost never stopped, so the room is much warmer than outside.
"You'll catch the cold like this."
Qi Feng's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Yan Yan turned around suddenly and saw Qi Feng straddling her face with some anger. He picked her up and put her on the bed without any explanation. Yan Yan leaned in his arms and felt something about him.
Slightly annoyed.
He turned over and lay beside her, gently but forcefully grabbed her cold feet and placed them on his stomach.
"This will make your stomach uncomfortable." Yan Yan hurriedly shrank her feet and whispered softly, but he pressed her firmly on his stomach again. Gradually, her feet became warmer, and his stomach gradually became colder.
Got up.
Yanyan looked at him guiltily, and he turned away from her, with a hint of anger on his face. Yanyan knew that he was angry that she was lying barefoot on the window lattice. She was also afraid of waking him up, so she didn't wear shoes.
I walked out of bed barefoot. Because there was a charcoal fire in the room, my feet didn't feel that cold.
He still didn't say a word, Yanyan hugged his neck and breathed on his neck. He stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly, raised her head and lay on his chest, and said bitterly: "
You’re angry with me on purpose, aren’t you?”
Yan Yan shook his head aggrievedly.
He suddenly felt distressed on his face, but showed no mercy in his mouth, "It's so cold and your feet are bare. What if you get cold and sick? Are you trying to make me feel distressed?"
Yanyan lay on his chest and listened to his words. He said bitterly: "Don't do this again in the future." She nodded immediately and assured him with a smile. He pulled her fingers away.
She returned to the quilt, hid it in the palm of his hand, and said softly: "Are your feet still cold?"
"It's not cold anymore." Yan Yan said softly, sticking out his tongue.
He glanced at her hatefully, raised his head and pecked her on the lips, and then asked: "If you can't sleep in the future, tell me and you are not allowed to lie by yourself against the window again, or with bare feet."
The thought of her being barefoot made him feel annoyed. When he used to touch his side, he found that he couldn't touch her next to him. He suddenly opened his eyes and lay down on the window lattice. He rubbed his eyes.
, when he focused on a certain part, his eyes dimmed. The weather was freezing, and she actually stood barefoot.
Her ankles were dazzlingly white under the thin light, but it stung his eyes. He felt no sleepiness at all, only feeling heartache.
Yanyan lay on his chest, stretched out her hand to caress his eyebrows, and whispered: "This will never happen again."
He grabbed her hand distressedly and said softly: "Yanyan, I know you have been worried about something during this time. I have been waiting for you to take the initiative to tell me, because I don't want to force you."
She knew that she couldn't beat him with her thoughts, but even she herself didn't know what she was worried about. She just felt a little uneasy sometimes, because she kept worrying about Qi Yu meeting Qi Feng.
"I'm fine, I just miss home occasionally." Yan Yan said softly, and his palms were warm, which made her feel at ease.
"Yanyan, remember we first met on the battlefield. It was precisely because my men hurt you that our relationship continues to this day." Qi Feng said in a low voice.
Yanyan knew what he wanted to say, so she put a finger on his mouth and whispered: "I know what you want to ask, but I don't know how to tell you about my life experience."
He hugged her and listened to her quietly.
"Feng - if I told you that I came from another time and space, would you believe it?" Yanyan looked up at him, and he nodded in understanding, then shook his head.
She smiled and continued: "If I were you, I wouldn't believe it. But, I really come from another time and space. I don't know why I traveled to this time and space, and then to the battlefield.
, and I met you. All of this seems to be God's will, and I am destined to come here and meet you."
She looked up at him, only to see that he was confused. She suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, and how could he understand her? He was afraid that he would regard her words as crazy words.
Sure enough, he actually stretched out his hand and put it on her forehead, whispering: "Yanyan, are you sick? Why don't I understand what you said?"
Yanyan brushed his hand away, patted it, and said angrily: "I knew you wouldn't understand. I've told you so much, but it's all in vain."
Qi Feng smiled and grabbed her hand, and suddenly said seriously: "I don't care where you come from, and I don't care what time and space you say you come from. I don't understand what you said, and I don't want to understand. I only want you in the future."
Just stay with me every day."
"Then if one day, I suddenly return to my original time and space..."
"There won't be that day." He suddenly interrupted her with a rough voice, mixed with eager determination and uneasiness. His arms around her suddenly tightened, forcing her eyes to look at him, and said, "I don't allow you to reply.
If you really want to go back to your time and space, then I will go back with you."
Looking at his firm look, Yan Yan's heart softened, and she felt it was funny. She whispered in his ear: "Fool, if I could go back just by my will, I would have gone back as soon as I arrived here.
.I think, probably, I am destined to survive in this world, so I have stayed here for the past few years without going back."
Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of her words, he saw the helplessness in her eyes. He stretched out his hands to hold her, let her eyes face him, and said softly: "From now on, you can rest assured to leave it to me.
I will do my best to make you happy every day here."
Yan Yan smiled and nodded. She knew everything he had done for her.
Suddenly remembering something, he looked up at her and asked: "I remember the first time I met you, you seemed to be calling Xia Yuhe. How do you know Xia Yuhe? Or do you know another Xia Yuhe?"
After his reminder, she also thought of the words she left before she fell into coma, and said with a smile: "The Xia Yuhe in my mouth is a character in the TV series, which is the same as the character in the show you are watching."
Suddenly seeing a flash of disappointment in his eyes, Yanyan asked softly, "Is there also a Xia Yuhe here?"
Qi Feng nodded and told her everything he knew. Only then did Yanyan know that there was such a talented girl named Xia Yuhe in the Daxing Dynasty, but this Xia Yuhe was not a young lady from a wealthy family by Daming Lake, but Qi Feng
A maid of Maple's mother during her lifetime.
Qi Feng's mother regarded Xia Yuhe as a sister and broke off contact with her after entering the palace. She did not find Xia Yuhe until her death, which was a big regret before her death. Although Qi Feng was young, he had promised his mother
They would find Xia Yuhe and make arrangements for him. But after so many years, Xia Yuhe seemed to have disappeared from the world. No matter how Ren sent people to look for him, there was no news at all.
"Maybe she is anonymous, that's why you can't find her." Yan Yan comforted in a low voice.
Qi Feng smiled and said, "Stop talking about this. It's late at night. Go to sleep."
The faint sunshine was flowing in every corner that could be reached. Yanyan stretched her waist and watched a plain white cotton cloak in front of her being fluttered away in her hands. She breathed out and said, "It's finally done."
She suddenly felt that she had the talent to do female work. It was winter and the weather was cold, so she threw herself on her body to keep warm. Yanyan held up the cotton cloak in her hand and looked at it again and again, nodding her head.
At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Yan Yan was so frightened that she immediately stuffed the cotton cloak in her hand under the quilt, raised her head and looked at the door, and it was Gu Rui. She patted her chest that was beating wildly, and said angrily: "
Xiaorui, why didn’t you knock on the door before you came in?”
"Fu Jin, it was my fault." Gu Rui lowered her head and said anxiously.
"That's all, I don't blame you." Yanyan took out the cotton cloak that she had hidden under the quilt, raised it in front of Gu Rui, and said excitedly, "Xiao Rui, look, how does the cotton cloak I made look like?
?”
Seeing Gu Rui nodding her head, Yanyan felt more and more happy. But when she heard the words behind her, her heart suddenly sank.
Gu Rui said: "Fu Jin can make this kind of cotton cloak for the first time when he does female work. It is already very good."
Yanyan took the cotton cloak in Gu Rui's hand, looked at it carefully, and laughed to herself. Also, if you look closely, you can see that some of the needles and threads were bent by her sewing, like a meandering river.
"Fu Jin, this is for His Highness."
Yanyan's hands suddenly paused, and he hurriedly said: "Why should I give it to him after I finished what I was learning to do?"
Gu Rui laughed, "Fu Jin, don't deny it. If His Highness knows that you made a cotton cloak for him, he will be very happy."
"I told you it wasn't for him, don't talk nonsense." Yanyan scolded Gu Rui, but in her heart she was imagining what he would look like wearing this cotton cloak, and the corners of her mouth had unconsciously curled up in a happy arc.
Gu Rui smiled and left the room.
Yanyan held the cotton cloak and thought about how to give it to Qi Feng. He put it under his quilt for a while, folded it and put it on the chair where he usually sat, and then put it on his bed.
On the pillow.
Just when she was hesitant about where to put it, Qi Feng had already opened the door and came in. He saw the cotton cloak in her hand at first glance. Yanyan immediately threw it on the chair and said nonchalantly: "Yes.
I don’t know who made it but it fell in the yard, so I felt it was a pity and took it in.”
"It should have been made by a certain maid. You can tell it's not done well at a glance. The threads are all outside." Qi Feng took it in his hand, looked at it, and threw it on the chair. He turned to look at Yan Yan, only to
He saw her staring at him with an ugly expression.