The village they lived in was extremely remote, backed by mountains and forests. After night fell, a silver moon hung high in the sky, and the faint sound of wolves howling in the distance could be heard, which inexplicably added a bit of desolation and loneliness.
Mrs. Rong placed a Buddha statue in the center of the main hall, and she would kneel before the statue and recite sutras devoutly every day. Human power is limited, and she didn't know how to rescue her husband who was imprisoned, so she could only put her hope in the gods and Buddhas.
Rong Xuan saw that it was getting late, so he walked over and called her softly, "Mother, let me help you go back to your room to rest."
Madam Rong quietly opened her eyes upon hearing this. She had beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and Rong Xuan had the same appearance as her, but unfortunately there was a faint white film on her eyes, which inexplicably showed a bit of gloom: "You go to sleep, mother wants to be alone for a while, the bedroom is not far away, I won't fall."
Rong Xuan knew that she was worried about the execution of Rong Zhengqing, but they had no power and could not rescue him even if they wanted to.
Seeing that he was not moving, Madam Rong advised him, "Go to sleep. Remember to practice swordplay when the cock crows tomorrow. Don't sleep in."
She seemed gentle, but in fact she was strict. If Rong Xuan made a mistake in his sword practice or got up late, he would have to do horse stance for an hour, and nothing he said would work.
Rong Xuan had suffered before, so he naturally didn't dare to disobey: "Mother, I'll go back to my room first."
Madam Rong closed her eyes and nodded. She didn't know what she was thinking of, and suddenly she said, "Remember to take good care of the injured man in the room. My dear, remember not to do anything reckless."
Rong Xuan knew that she was afraid that he would be frivolous and offend Ji Fan, so he could only whisper: "Don't worry, mother, I will study in my room tonight and I will take good care of you."
Mrs. Rong nodded when she heard this, and Yun went back to her room.
Ji Fan had been seriously injured and unconscious for the past few days, and Rong Xuan had been sleeping on the table. When he pushed the door open and entered the room, he saw Ji Fan sitting on the bed and not asleep yet, so he asked casually, "Why aren't you resting yet?"
Ji Fan had been trying to recall who he was, but to no avail. The more he thought about it, the more headache he had. Hearing this, he looked up at Rong Xuan. His pale face finally looked a little warmer under the candlelight. He pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "It seems like there are wolves howling outside..."
Rong Xuan walked to the desk and sat down, thinking this was normal: "There are mountains nearby, of course there will be wolves howling."
Maybe you can even see a big tiger.
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and flipped through a few pages of the book, but he didn't hear Ji Fan's answer for a long time. He was slow to react, looked up at him, and asked in an incredible tone: "Are you afraid of the wolf's howling?"
"… "
Ji Fan didn't say anything, his fingertips clenched his sleeves unconsciously, not knowing whether to admit or deny.
Rong Xuan's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought, wondering if amnesia could have such a big impact on an individual? He stood up and walked to the bedside and sat down, observing Ji Fan calmly, wondering if the person in front of him had been replaced.
Seeing Rong Xuan staring at him, Ji Fan couldn't help but tremble his eyelashes, and the shadow on his face also moved like a butterfly's wings. He lowered his eyes, and although there was no sharpness and defense in his eyes when he just woke up, there was still an impenetrable shadow in his eyes, and the cinnabar on his eyebrows was charming and charming: "Why are you looking at me?"
Rong Xuan chuckled, still unable to change his teasing nature, lowered his voice and asked back: "Of course I think you are pretty, why can't I look at you?"
Ji Fan was silent for a moment after hearing this, then turned his head away and said in a low voice: "... You are my husband, so of course you can watch."
“?!!”
Rong Xuan wanted to cough. If he had known earlier, he should not have teased Ji Fan with his dirty talk today. Now the other party remembered nothing else but the word "husband". But Rong Xuan was a non-marriageist and was very sensitive to these two words.
"I won't watch it anymore. Go to sleep."
Rong Xuan still felt that it was safer to read "Zhou Lu", but before he could get up, Ji Fan grabbed his wrist. The other party had learned martial arts, and his skills were not low. Even though he was seriously injured, he still had some strength: "Where are you sleeping?"
Rong Xuan looked down at the hand that was holding him: "Of course it's on the table."
Seeing that not only did Ji Fan spend all his money on his medical treatment, but he also slept at his desk every day, Ji Fan suddenly felt a little strange. It was cold at night, and after a moment of hesitation, he gently lifted the corner of the quilt: "Let's go to sleep, since you and I are already husband and wife..."
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Rong Xuan was almost choking to death. He coughed until his face turned red and his neck became thick. He kept waving his hands: "No, no, no, I'll sleep on the table. I'll sleep on the table."
Xiao Long Nu slept in the ancient tomb for so many years, what does it matter if a grown man sleeps on the table for a few days
Ji Fan frowned slightly: "Do you want to sleep on the table for the rest of your life?"
Rong Xuan certainly didn't want to, but... but there were many buts, he really couldn't sleep with Ji Fan: "Today I said I would buy you as my wife just as a joke, don't take it seriously."
Rong Xuan calmly tried to pull his hand away, but Ji Fan grabbed it. The force was too strong and it even hurt. The other party looked gloomy and asked, "Do you want to get rid of me?"
Rong Xuan was stunned when he heard this, then he quickly shook his head after reacting: "Of course not."
Abandoning a mentally retarded child is a crime, punishable by imprisonment of not more than five years, criminal detention or surveillance. If you are a good citizen who abides by the law, you will never commit a crime.
Moreover…
Rong Xuan's eyes fell on Ji Fan's flawless face. He couldn't help but lightly brush his fingertips on the side of her cheek, saying with a serious smile: "You are so beautiful, how can I bear to throw you away?"
"… "
Ji Fan only felt a slight itch on his cheek, and after a slight pause, he finally let go of Rong Xuan's hand. At this moment, a distant wolf howl suddenly came from outside. Ji Fan's face turned pale, and he hid in the corner in a somewhat embarrassed manner.
Rong Xuan raised his eyebrows: "???"
I remember that it was bitterly cold in Northern Yan, and many people kept snow wolves. Why was Ji Fan still afraid of the wolf's howl? ... Was he bitten by a wolf when he was a child
The more Rong Xuan thought about this, the more he felt it was possible. He stretched out his hand and pulled Ji Fan, who was wrapped in the quilt, to prevent him from suffocating to death, and said with interest: "What are you afraid of? The wolf will not run away."
Ji Fan's eyes appeared from under the quilt when he heard this, and his face turned even paler. His fox eyes, which were originally slightly raised, were now wide open in panic, round and a little like almond eyes, and he was alert in his voice: "Since you can hear the wolf howling, it means it is very close, why didn't it run away?"
In ancient times, the people of Qi worried about the sky, and now the people of Yan are afraid of wolves. If a person loses his memory, no matter how smart he was before, he will become a little stupid.
Rong Xuan seriously suspected that Ji Fangang wanted to make him sleep with him because he was afraid of wolves. But it didn't matter, he was born to be a flower protector. Rong Xuan threw the scroll in his hand into the air twice, then grabbed his hand and said half-truthfully: "What if I run away? I have practiced martial arts and I can fight back."
Ji Fan asked tentatively: "Really?"
Rong Xuan: “Really.”
Ji Fan seemed to feel relieved after hearing this. After a moment of hesitation, he slowly got out of the quilt. Rong Xuan was half lying on the side of the bed, his head supported by his hand, and smiled: "Go to sleep, I'll be by your side."
If there were only ten people left in this world, nine and a half of them would not be able to escape Rong Xuan's gentleness and thoughtfulness.
Ji Fan didn't say anything. Seeing Rong Xuan had already lowered his head to read, he felt inexplicably relieved. He stared at him for a while, then slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
There was a candle on the corner of the table, which had already burned halfway. As time passed, it burned out silently. The candle flame suddenly went out, a puff of green smoke came out, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.
Rong Xuan had just finished reading the last page of Zhou Lu. Seeing that the candlelight had gone out, he closed his eyes, pinched his nose tiredly, and yawned.
Ji Fan was not asleep. Hearing a rustling sound beside him, he quietly opened his eyes, but was caught off guard by Rong Xuan's enlarged face approaching, and his pupils shrank slightly for a moment.
The bed was so comfortable that Rong Xuan was too lazy to move. He leaned on the other side of the pillow, looking at Ji Fan's face in the faint moonlight, without saying a word.
Ji Fan couldn't help but ask: "...What are you doing?"
Rong Xuan didn't say anything.
Ji Fan paused: "Why are you ignoring me?"
Rong Xuan finally spoke, but he imitated the howl of a wolf: "Awoo~~~~"
Ji Fan: “…”
Ji Fan realized that he was teasing him, and wondered why Rong Xuan was always so frivolous, but he didn't hate him. He moved to the inside of the bed without saying anything, making room for Rong Xuan: "It's cold outside, you can go to bed."
Rong Xuan smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a pervert?"
Ji Fan felt that it was unlikely, so he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Even if you want to consummate the marriage, you have to wait until my injury is healed. Besides, you and I are already husband and wife, and it's OK for us to sleep in the same bed..."
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Rong Xuan would be choked to death by Ji Fan sooner or later, so he quickly raised his hand to stop her from talking: "Don't say anything, I'll sleep with her, but don't tell my mother."
Ji Fan narrowed his eyes in confusion: "Why can't I tell her?"
Rong Xuan: "Shh, you can't tell her anyway."
Although Ji Fan didn't understand, he nodded and gave half of the bed to Rong Xuan. Rong Xuan had been sleeping on the bench for several days, and suddenly he was lying on the bed, feeling so comfortable that his brain quickly became drowsy. Not long after, he fell into a daze and missed the system's notification sound:
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackening degree has been reduced to 80. Please continue to work hard~
There were distant howlings of wolves outside, and the place seemed quiet and desolate in the night.
Ji Fan reached out and gently tugged at Rong Xuan's sleeve in the dark: "There's a wolf."
Rong Xuan turned over in a daze: "What are you afraid of? It's just me who's going to nag you. Let's go to sleep..."
I used to hug the pillow when I went to sleep at night, but I habitually reached out to touch it, but I didn't touch the soft pillow, but only a warm body. Rong Xuan realized that the touch was wrong, so he took it back, but his arms were still empty and uncomfortable, so he hugged the person again.
I don't know what kind of beautiful dream she had, she mumbled something inaudible for a while, and then she was silent. Ji Fan was suddenly hugged, his back was stiff, and after a long time, he slowly relaxed.
That's all...
I'm his wife now, so it's okay to hug him.
Ji Fan closed his eyes, forced himself to sleep, and fell asleep unknowingly.
The next morning, before dawn, Ji Fan was awakened by the sharp sound of a formation breaking through the air outside the courtyard. He was alert and opened his eyes when he heard the noise. He reached out to touch, but found that there was nothing beside him. Rong Xuan was no longer there.
Ji Fan's face changed slightly, and he immediately got up from the bed, covered his wound and walked out the door. But he saw a man in white practicing sword under the red maple tree outside the courtyard. It was Rong Xuan. Madam Rong stood beside him, instructing him on the moves:
"You are still a little slow in this move of 'closing the door to visitors'. You are not as fast as your father, but you are more than agile and much better than before."
Although Madam Rong had an eye disease and could not see clearly, she could judge the speed and direction of Rong Xuan's sword just by the sound. Hearing this, Rong Xuan had to practice the moves just now again, which made her satisfied.
When Ji Fan heard the sound of breaking air, he thought something happened outside, but he didn't expect it was Rong Xuan practicing sword. Bu Henzhen was relieved and stood behind the door and watched quietly for a long time, thinking that this man really knew martial arts and was not lying to him.
but…
Ji Fan looked down at his hands, and there was something strangely familiar about them, as if...
It seems like you have also practiced sword skills
"When did you wake up? Why didn't you call me?"
After Rong Xuan finished practicing sword, he glanced at Ji Fan who was standing behind the door. He sheathed his sword and walked away. Thinking of the scene of holding Ji Fan in his arms early in the morning, he couldn't help but feel a little weird. He could only be thankful that he woke up early and was not discovered: "Wash up, the kitchen has cooked porridge, I'll serve you rice."
Madam Rong heard the voice and groped her way over. Her vision was blurry, so she couldn't see Ji Fan's face clearly. She could only vaguely see his regular facial features and the red mole between his eyebrows, and guessed that he was a handsome young man.
Madam Rong didn't know Ji Fan's name, so she could only use "gong" instead: "Mr. Gong, your injury hasn't healed yet, how come you're walking around?"
Ji Fan paused when he heard the words. Seeing that the person who spoke was a woman of gentle manner, he guessed that it was probably Rong Xuan's mother. He spoke a little later: "The injury is fine, thank you..."
I was also stuck on the name, and after a moment of hesitation, I finally chose the same name as Rong Xuan: "Thank you for your concern, mother."
"?"
Mrs. Rong was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Rong Xuan beside her.
Rong Xuanren was also dumbfounded. This was not what he was taught. He quickly stepped back: "Mother...you...you guys please sit down first. I'll serve the food."
Because of Ji Fan's address, the atmosphere at the table was extremely strange during the early morning meal. Rong Xuan quietly approached Mrs. Rong's ear and explained in a low voice: "Mother, I fell from the mountain and broke my brain. I may be mentally confused and have mistaken you for me."
Madam Rong didn't think much about it after hearing this. She just felt sorry for Ji Fan and sighed, "Go to town and ask a good doctor to take a look. If he can recover his memory, we will send him back home so that his parents won't worry."
Rong Xuan nodded in agreement.
Ji Fan had martial arts skills, so he heard all of their conversation. Sitting opposite him, he looked up at Rong Xuan and directly pierced through the fox mask: "My brain is not broken, it was you who said you wanted to buy me as your wife."
Rong Xuan's hands froze while eating when he heard this. He thought to himself that this was bad food and felt a chill on his back. He no longer dared to look at Madam Rong's expression.
Madam Rong remembered that her son accidentally hit his head a few days ago, and his temperament changed drastically after waking up. He even flirted with Widow Song, who sold tofu next door. She guessed in her heart that Rong Xuan was talking nonsense.
She patted Ji Fan's hand and said, "Xuan'er is just fooling around. You don't have to take it to heart. If you are offended, just tell me. It's just a name. If you want to call me mother, go ahead. I also like a well-behaved child like you."
Madam Rong spoke softly and was very kind. Ji Fan didn't remember if his mother was like her, but he didn't hate this feeling. He was in a trance for a moment and whispered, "Thank you, mother."
Madam Rong smiled and said, "Hurry up and eat. After dinner, let Xuan'er go to town to find a doctor to check your injuries."
Ji Fan hesitated for a moment and said, "I remember it too, is that ok?"
Rong Xuan was drinking porridge at first. Hearing this, he looked at him and said, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. You can't walk that long on the mountain road. You should stay inside and rest."
Madam Rong said, "I remember that Master Liu has an ox cart, and he is always so helpful. Ask if you can borrow it, and remember to give him some money."
Rong Xuan also thought it made sense. After all, this place was really remote, and it was a question whether doctors were willing to come. It would be better to take Ji Fan to the clinic. It would take some time for the people of Donglinhou to find this place, and it would be too late to disguise themselves and go out on the street.
After breakfast, Rong Xuan rummaged through the boxes and found a set of coarse cloth clothes and handed them to Ji Fan, asking him to change into them. Unexpectedly, Ji Fan was unwilling to do so and frowned, "Why don't you wear coarse cloth clothes?"
Rong Xuan spoke the truth: "I am poor and can only afford a piece of coarse cloth. I will give it to you."
Ji Fan glanced at the boxes piled up in the corner and said, "They are all filled with brocade and jade robes. How come you can't afford coarse cloth clothes?"
Rong Xuan: "Those are the clothes I wore when I was well-off. My mother said that I should wear them as long as I can. There is no need to spend money to buy coarse cloth clothes again."
Ji Fan still couldn't figure out one thing: "Why am I the only one wearing it and you aren't?"
Rong Xuan smiled when he heard that, stretched out his hand to lift Ji Fan's chin, gently stroked his smooth face with his fingertips, and coaxed in a low voice: "Of course I gave birth to you to be beautiful. What if a bully took a fancy to her and snatched her away? Wouldn't I be left without a wife?"
He just can't change his habit of teasing beautiful women.
Ji Fan turned his head away and refused to let her touch him: "You are not allowed to touch my face."
Rong Xuan was stunned when he heard this: "Why?"
Ji Fan raised his eyes calmly. Even if he did nothing, he was naturally full of momentum and charm: "You said I'm not your wife, so you naturally can't touch me."
Rong Xuan didn't expect Ji Fan to hold a grudge like this, but it was too painful for him to not be able to tease such a beautiful woman in front of him.
Ji Fan added coldly: "You can't sleep with me, and you can't hug me like you did last night..."
Rong Xuan quickly covered his mouth, thinking that he had met his nemesis. If Madam Rong heard this, it would be terrible. She lowered her voice and said anxiously: "Ancestor, you must not say such words!"
Ji Fan pulled his hand away and asked coldly, "Am I your wife?"
Rong Xuan hesitated for a moment between beauty and morality, and finally chose the former: "Of course you are my wife, but I have to wait until I make enough money to marry you. Now we... treat each other with respect, treat each other with respect, do you understand?"
Ji Fan nodded to show that he understood.
Rong Xuan saw this and released his hand: "Hurry up and change your clothes, otherwise the gathering will be over soon and there will be nothing to watch."
Ji Fan did not shy away from Rong Xuan when changing clothes. He untied his belt and took off his silk shirt. His black hair fell to his waist like a waterfall. His face was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female. His shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow. You could vaguely see the outline of his strong muscles. He was obviously skilled in archery. Two attractive red spots were exposed in the air, and the ink-colored silk was inexplicably dazzling.
Rong Xuan turned around calmly and began to recite Zhou Lu silently with his head down.
Ji Fan was not used to the coarse cloth on his body, and he felt something strange after changing. Seeing Rong Xuan with his back to him, mumbling something, he walked straight to him and said, "I'm changed."
Rong Xuan took a look and still felt that Ji Fan's face was a little too obvious. He looked around, grabbed a handful of soil from the flower pot next to him, and then reached out and rubbed it on his face twice, until he looked like a harlequin cat: "Okay, this is more like it."
Ji Fan frowned: "Why should I paint my face black?"
Rong Xuan still said the same thing: "You are so beautiful, what if someone snatches you away?"
Ji Fan took a look and said: "You look good too, why don't you put on some makeup?"
#Praise each other#
Rong Xuan patted the dust off his hands and said, "I'm not you, so it's useless for you to take me back."
Ji Fan thought so too and reluctantly accepted his new gray look.
Rong Xuan took Ji Fan to borrow an ox cart from Uncle Liu next door. It turned out that they had to go to the town to do some business, so they could give Cheng a ride.
"We are all neighbors. If you need money, just get on the bus. I'm just worried it'll be a bit crowded. I was planning to take Shuanzhu to town to find some work, and send Qiaoying to stay with her aunt for two days."
Grandpa Liu, with gray hair and a bamboo hat, looked like an honest countryman, and was driving the cart. On the ox cart sat his granddaughter Qiaoying and his eldest grandson Shuanzhu.
"Thank you very much, sir. I am sorry to bother you. But my mother told me not to be rude. Please take these few cents for tea. Don't refuse."
After Rong Xuan finished speaking, he ignored Uncle Liu's refusal, stuffed a few coins into his hand, then pulled Ji Fan up and onto the ox cart, sitting together with Shuanzhu and the others.
As luck would have it, Rong Xuan happened to be next to Qiao Ying. Seeing that she was a pretty little girl, who lowered her head and kept quiet without saying anything, his old habit came back, and he approached with interest and said:
"How old are you this year, girl? Have you read any books? What words do you know?"
"The wild flowers on the girl's temples are really pretty, but in my opinion, people are more beautiful than flowers..."
"Miss, are you married? You are so beautiful, you must find a good man..."
Qiaoying covered her mouth and laughed quietly, thinking that Rong Xuan's words were really interesting. However, before she could answer, she saw Rong Xuan being pulled outside by Ji Fan, and she was shocked.
Ji Fan directly dragged the man to sit next to him. He stared at Rong Xuan expressionlessly, frowned unexpectedly, and said coldly with a dangerous aura: "You are my husband, you are not allowed to flirt with other women."
As if it was an instinct engraved in his body, he silently pressed Rong Xuan's throat and said in a low voice: "Otherwise..."
What else
Ji Fan was frightened by the word "kill" that appeared in his mind.