When Ji Yunhe woke up again, it was still late at night. The candles were dancing in the house. The fire from the fine silver charcoal kept the house warm. Outside the closed window, there was the unique sound of wind and snow in the north. In this bitterly cold night, the struggling people in this world do not know how many people will die.
But now in this chaotic world, death might be a relief.
Ji Yunhe sat up, and on the other side, the man in black sitting by the candle at the table also looked sideways slightly and glanced at Ji Yunhe.
Ji Yunhe's face was pale, and the hand holding up her body was terribly thin, and the shadow of the raised bones and blood vessels under the candlelight made the back of her hand look even more terrifying.
Chang Yi's hand holding the document tightened slightly, but his eyes turned back and fell on the text. He didn't care about the person sitting up.
Ji Yunhe, on the other hand, did not shy away from looking at his back. After looking at him for a while, he asked curiously, "What are you looking at?" Beyond his arm, Ji Yunhe could see from a distance that the document reads "" The words "National Teacher's House" and "Qingluan".
More than a month ago, after escaping from the Yuyao Valley, Qingyu Luanniao was reborn in the north, and the princess of Shunde suffered a defeat and almost died. In between, the war has not returned for more than ten days.
At this point, Chang Yi broke into the National Teacher's Mansion alone, took her away, killed Princess Shunde, set fire to the National Teacher's Mansion, and then...
Then Ji Yunhe didn't know anything.
Ever since she was locked up in this small courtyard in the heart of the lake. The people she sees every day, in addition to the girl Jiang Weiyan thrown out by Changyi, the cleaning servants who occasionally walk downstairs with her, of course... and Changyi.
The servants didn't tell her anything, and neither did Changyi.
Seeing these words in the letter at this time, Ji Yunhe vaguely had an illusion that she was still related to the outside world, and she continued to curiously ask Changyi: "You entered the National Teacher's Mansion alone, and nothing else, just let the Shunde Princess die. This one... According to my understanding of the Great National Teacher, he will not sit on one side. Did he trouble you?"
Hearing this, Chang Yi turned his head slightly and glanced at Ji Yunhe who was sitting on the bed: "According to what you know about the Great National Teacher..." He looked indifferent, with seven points of displeasure, "How should he find me? trouble?"
Ji Yunhe was stunned for a moment. She thought that Changyi wouldn't take care of her, and if it didn't work, she would scold her that these matters had nothing to do with her, but she didn't expect that he would cut such a strange angle, making Ji Yunhe unable to answer for a while.
"He..." Ji Yunhe pondered for a while, then answered the question, "Just didn't do anything?"
Chang Yi turned his head and lit the letter in his hand on the candle. His slender fingers waited for the flame to reach his fingertips before he let go. With a wave of his sleeve, the dust was scattered, and he stood up. The topic then returned to the road of Ji Yunhe's conjecture—
"These things have nothing to do with you."
Ji Yunhe nodded and pouted, sure enough, it was nothing new.
Ji Yunhe looked at the figure who was about to leave, and she asked, "Then what else is there in this world that is related to me?"
Changyi paused slightly as she left, and did not answer, Ji Yunhe continued, "Changyi, even if I die, will you keep me locked up?" She looked down at her thin and pale fingertips, " You know what I want most and what I hate most, so you torture me and punish me in this way, you want me to suffer, and you want me to despair..."
When Ji Yunhe said these words, Changyi did not look back or leave.
Until she said, "...you made it."
Only then did Chang Yi turn around, her ice-blue pupils did not fluctuate at all: "That's really, great."
Leaving this sentence, Changyi figured like Tathagata, quietly, and left.
The charcoal fire in the house burned herself tirelessly, Ji Yunhe also lifted the quilt and got out of bed, she walked to the window, pushed open the window, and the rustling snow outside slapped her face unceremoniously. The cold wind was biting, almost scraping off all the flesh on her face.
Ji Yunhe stood in the wind for a while, until all the heat on her body dissipated, then she closed the window, sat in front of the dressing mirror, stared at herself in the mirror and said, "Although I'm sorry for him, it's too bitter. A bit." Ji Yunhe said, and touched her cheek with her hand, the dryness and exhaustion on her face could not be concealed, she sighed:
"I can't ask for long-term intentions. I stay in this house, I don't see any scenery, I can't take care of myself well, I can't eat enough, and I have to vomit blood... It's such a sad day."
Ji Yunhe opened his palm and activated the power in his body, causing the long-silent black aura to emerge from his index finger. The black aura struggled and jumped irregularly. Ji Yunhe looked at it and said, the light in his eyes fluctuated:
"There are only a few days left to live, so why not pretend?"
After saying that, a black star fire ignited from her fingertips.
At the same time, on the other side of the vast snow.
In the capital of Dacheng Kingdom, the moonlight is vast, and in the capital, there is a curfew, and there is silence everywhere. There was no snow in the capital, but it was very cold.
In the National Teacher's Mansion, in the room of the Great National Teacher, among the white gauze curtains, the breath of a woman in red lingered in the air into a white mist. She was lying on the bed, her left leg, hands, neck, and even her entire face, all wrapped in white bandages. Only one mouth and one eye were left outside.
She looked at the lamp stand beside the bed, one eye was fixed on the flame, the white mist spit out of her mouth became more and more urgent, and the panic in her eyes became more and more difficult to hide, her chest heaved violently, but how could this The limbs are all unconscious and unable to move at all.
She had to breathe hard, a muffled whimper in her throat.
In her eyes, that little bit of flame seemed to have burned into the monstrous flames of that day, burning her throat, boiling her blood, and clinging to her skin, no matter how she cried, it would not disappear.
Her skin felt pain again, and the pain almost twisted her mind.
Until a man's cold face appeared in front of her, blocking the little fire beside the bed for him. Just like that day, when he appeared, all the fire was extinguished, he was like a god, and again, no matter how many miles away, he could save her...
"Ruling."
Princess Shunde calmed down a little.
Master...
She wanted to shout, but couldn't say anything, but after this person appeared, the burning pain all over her body slowly disappeared, and her breathing gradually became smoother.
The great national teacher said to her, "Today's medicine, although it will be a little painful to drink, it can heal your throat."
Princess Shunde blinked, and the Grand Master helped her up and fed her the bowl of medicine.
The bitter medicine entered her stomach, Princess Shunde suddenly stared, her throat seemed to be blocked by her hands, she suddenly opened her mouth wide, trying to breathe air, but she couldn't breathe. The pain of suffocation made her want to struggle violently. But the weak limbs only showed the slightest trembling.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked eagerly at the great national teacher with the medicine bowl beside her.
Master, Master...
She wanted to ask for help, but Grand Master only held the medicine bowl and stood aside. He looked at her, but he was not looking at her completely. He wanted to cure her, but he seemed to have no pity for her at all. Finally, the pain of suffocation slowly disappeared.
Princess Shunde slowed down for a long time...
"Master..."
She finally spit out these two words hoarsely. At this moment, the Great National Teacher nodded, but there was no smile on his face: "The medicine is effective, Ru Ling, in a short while, I will be able to cure your face."
Hearing this, Princess Shunde was silent for a moment: "Master." It was not easy for her to speak with her tightly wrapped face, but she still stared at the great master with her only one eye and asked, "You Do you want to treat me, or do you want to treat my face?"
"Ru Ling." Without hesitation or contemplation, the Great National Teacher said bluntly, "This is not a smart question."
This is not a smart question. The Great Master never answers stupid people and stupid questions.
Why did he always stand by his side, save her, protect her, and even let her sit on the throne of "Second Sage". The answer to these questions, Princess Shunde has always been very clear, so she never asks, does not act stupid, does not ask stupid things, relying on her own bargaining chips, doing things that ordinary people can't do or dare not do.
Because she has chips. She has the protection of the first person in the world.
And in the end... she's just a bargaining chip.
Her face was wrapped in bandages, so the Grand Master fed her the medicine, turned around and left. Under the mattress, Princess Shunde's fingers tightened slightly, and the burnt black fingertips tightened the precious silk on the bed. in the palm of your hand.