Nalan Xueyi's face once again had a trace of scarlet color, but his expression was still calm and could not be seen at all. Hearing Ling Xiyue's words, he said a soft "hmm", raised his eyebrows, and slightly curved the corners of his mouth, "That's true."
Yue'er, are you caring about him?
Ling Xiyue froze slightly, her face turned red, and her heartbeat skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
For a moment, she forgot what she was here to do, and maybe she couldn't bear to say it at this time.
Although Ling Xiyue had no "wrong" thoughts about the person in front of her, it didn't mean that she didn't care about him.
She still cares about Nalan Xueyi, she really does.
She also hoped that he would be well and not have any accidents, so even though Ling Xiyue's words just came out of her mouth unconsciously, on the other hand, she was also subconsciously caring about him.
Nalan Xueyi's hands in her sleeves were slightly clenched.
Just Yue'er, why, why at this time?
His eyes covered by thick eyelashes were gradually filled and entangled with countless complex emotions.
Why should he disturb his already hesitant and fragile heart at this time when he was exerting all his strength and determination to set her free?
He was afraid that because he was greedy for this moment of warmth, he would drag her with him into eternal doom!
"Yue'er." Nalan Xueyi raised his eyes, all the thoughts in his eyes were restrained, "Didn't you say before that you wanted to see my collection?"
"Huh?" Ling Xiyue blinked.
She seemed to suddenly hear something like this.
It seems that she herself said that she wanted to see how many medical books Xue Yi collected.
But thinking about it carefully, she couldn't remember exactly when she said it, as if it happened a lifetime ago.
Before Ling Xiyue could think about it carefully, Nalan Xueyi smiled and said, "Not only are there many unique copies of famous doctors, but there are also many ancient books that have been passed down by the Snow Clan for thousands of years, but this time many of them were destroyed by the Ghost Clan. I am...
I’m going to check it out, Yue’er, do you want to go with me to check it out?”
He looked at her confused eyes with deep eyes.
Yue'er, did you remember anything?
"Okay." Ling Xiyue pulled away and smiled at him.
She shook her head again, still not understanding it, as if she couldn't touch the essence through a thin veil.
Ling Xiyue followed Nalan Xueyi inside and walked through the hot spring pool. Not long after, she saw a pavilion made of black wood.
Even though most of it has been repaired, the traces of being burned by fire can still be clearly seen, just like a ruined monument. Looking at it makes people feel regretful.
Nalan Xueyi's eyes also darkened obviously when she saw the ruins, feeling distressed, angry, pity...all kinds of complicated emotions.
No matter what kind of emotion it is, it is rarely seen in his eyes.xdw8
Under the Cliff, half of it was his hard work.
In particular, many of the medical books and classics he collected are unique.
"It's okay, at least most of them are still there." Ling Xiyue's shallow voice sounded beside her.
Her voice was intentionally lightened a bit as she stretched out her slender fingers and tapped her temples, "There are still many things that have been left here, and they will never disappear because of their loss, as long as you are still here.
"
What is recorded in the mind is the most precious.
With Xue Yi's accomplishments, if he wants to, he can definitely write the best medical books in the world. None of those who have disappeared can compare to the person in front of him who can become such a doctor. Those medical books and classics can also be compared.
played a role and completed their mission.
Otherwise, it is just a waste product.
Nalan Xueyi looked at the girl in front of her who was smiling sweetly, her red lips slowly curled up.
Yes, many things remain deep in his memory and will never disappear just because she leaves.
As long as he is still there, she will still be there.
Seeing the smile on Nalan Xueyi's face again, the smile on Ling Xiyue's face became brighter again, "Come on, take me to see you?"
"Yeah." Nalan Xueyi nodded lightly.
It’s not big here, but it’s not small either.
The three tallest tower-like wooden buildings are the most eye-catching. They lean against the surrounding ice-cast stone walls and rise nearly a hundred meters from the ground. Because they are close to the interior, they were relatively intact in the fire, but it was inevitable.
Disturbed by smoke and fog.
"This is the Zhenbao Tower, and this is the Tianyao Tower..." Nalan Xueyi said to her slowly.
Ling Xiyue's eyes stayed on the plaque of Zhenbao Building for a few seconds, and she bit her lip lightly, but she did not speak at this time.
"This way, it's Tibet."
Nalan Xueyi takes Ling Xiyue into Tibet.
The dim blue light is dim, and the huge space is neatly lined with hundreds of two- to three-meter-high bookshelves. Every one or two meters on the surrounding walls, a luminous pearl is placed, quietly releasing light and appropriateness.
of light.
The two of them went straight to the top floor of the library.
There are about a dozen bookshelves as high as two people here, arranged in a ring shape. They should contain the most important and precious books. They may have been processed in time. Anyway, it seems that not many were damaged.
, even traces of movement.
There is a long table in the middle, a futon on the side, and two glass lamps placed in the corner of the long table.
"Is this all your private collection?" Ling Xiyue's eyes brightened slightly, she looked around and smiled thoughtfully.
At a glance, you can tell that this place is most likely Nalan Xueyi's private place. The layout is simple, but extremely elegant. Although it is also orderly, it is not as rigid as the ones below, which makes people dizzy.
Nalan Xueyi smiled lightly, "That's right."
These are the books he has read and which he feels are more important, more meaningful, or more classic. He will classify them separately and collect them, including cleaning up this place, which he does with his own hands.
Ling Xiyue walked over and picked up a book stacked on the desk, "Jiuzhou Chronicles..."
As he said this, Hua Lala flipped through the pages, reading ten lines at a time.
It talks about the Kyushu era, the pattern of the world, the distribution of forces, mountains, rivers, vegetation, etc. It is a thick book, a bit like the Classic of Mountains and Seas of the Kyushu era.
She finally knew where Xue Yi's mastery of everything from astronomy to geography, the Five Elements and Bagua, and Qimen Dunjia came from.
The hills and valleys are hidden in the chest, and the mountains and rivers are hidden in the eyes.
Abdominal poetry and gas from China!
"Yue'er also likes it?" Nalan Xueyi lit a jade candlestick, slowly returned to Ling Xiyue, and took it from her hand, "This is what I was looking at when I left the snowy area last time, but it's still
I haven’t read it yet, but the editor is exaggerating a bit.”
There was still water mist lingering on the hair, and in the suddenly narrow space, the man's faint, mint-like fragrance floated clearly into the tip of Ling Xiyue's nose, making her cheeks that had just calmed down turn slightly red again.