she knows.
Ning Yi is seven years older than her.
Before the age of seven, Ning Yi's reputation as a child prodigy shocked the world.
After Ning Yi was seven years old, he almost survived a serious illness, and then lost his glory, and kept a low profile for many years.
After the snow in the thirteenth year of Changxi, when she buried her mother and younger brother and found some of her mother's long-buried wills in the courtyard, she recalled the scar she saw in the abandoned palace, and she knew everything. .
He was her enemy, from the very beginning.
There will be no two lives of mother and younger brother, and there will be old debts of adoptive father and her.
Such a past event and such a situation, when I think of it, I feel awe-inspiring, how dare I give up my heart, how can I give up my heart
However, that piece of heart kept getting cold and hardened day by day, wanting to be immovable with the adamantine glazed stone, but after all it couldn't stand the slow roasting of time, and gave birth to cracks all over the body that only I knew.
Some things, want to do and can do, are far apart.
The decision in my life is only embarrassing and painful for one thing.
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes and sighed softly.
The person on the knee was so cold that there was no heat. Feng Zhiwei didn't know how the blast wound had caused the old injury of cold poison, but from his previous tone, it was probably the hands and feet of the brothers, and Xin Ziyan, It was to save him in his most difficult moment.
At this moment, his cold and old injuries were triggered to relapse, and the weather turned cold and it snowed suddenly, so I didn't have to kill him personally, I just had to throw him on the carriage, open the window, and drive the carriage to a place where it was not easy to find , it is difficult for him to survive.
Feng Zhiwei pondered for a long time, brushing his fingers lightly over his face, brushing off those snowflakes.
Then she stood up, gently put Ning Yi on the carriage, and got out of the carriage by herself.
In the snow, she watched all the comings and goings, tightened her white cloak, and left.
The wind and snow were boundless, and her figure was hidden in a blink of an eye, while the carriage was silent in the snow.
After a while, a vague figure gradually appeared in the heavy snow, approaching the carriage, Xiao Bai raised his head to look, and hissed cheerfully.
The visitor put his finger on his lips and let out a "hush", Xiaobai shrank his head immediately and shut up.
The silvery silver fox fur on the white cloak swept across the man's cheeks, his yellow face lowered his eyebrows, and he looked sickly, with a few scratches on his face, and only a pair of eyes that were misty with autumn water, showing soft firmness.
It was still Feng Zhiwei.
She climbed into the carriage, before Ning Yi woke up, Feng Zhiwei took out a few purple-red plant roots from her bosom.
She has a hot body, and besides Jinchuang medicine, the cold medicines on her body can't be used for Ning Yi, so she has to go up the mountain to collect some medicines that can be used. She remembers that Zongchen mentioned that there are red leaves and purple roots in the mountains of Longbei and other places. Herbs are warm in nature and are of great benefit to cold syndrome. She walked around the mountain for a long time before finding a few in the crevices of the cliff.
Feng Zhiwei looked down at her boots, they were covered with slush, the well-made leather boots were cracked, and there was a long mud mark on them - just now when I went down the cliff to pick medicine, the snow was slippery and there was nowhere to go. With the help of climbing, the soles of the leather boots were covered with ice and snow again, and the feet slipped, almost falling off the cliff.
Fortunately, she reacted swiftly and saw a protruding rock after falling a foot, and quickly reached out to grab it, which saved her from a disaster. The situation at that time was so dangerous that even thinking about it now, she feels a little scared.
After simply bandaging her palm, she encountered another difficulty while holding the medicine. Ning Yi was in a coma and couldn't swallow.
After hesitating for a moment, Feng Zhiwei's face flushed slightly, and then he helplessly chewed the root in his mouth, leaned down, gently pried open his teeth, fed the juice into his mouth, and slapped him on the chest .
Ning Yi made a slight cracking sound in his throat, and he had a swallowing reaction. After swallowing the medicine, he seemed to have regained some consciousness, subconsciously his lips closed, and they were touching Feng Zhiwei's lips.
Feng Zhiwei thought he was awake, so she got up quickly, her lips brushed against his, both of them trembled, Feng Zhiwei's face flushed slightly, and then turned pale again.
Ning Yi, who was asleep, moved his body, and immediately Feng Zhiwei felt pain in his palm, and the bandaged palm had already been held in his hand at some point.
Feng Zhiwei frowned, trying to break free from his hand, but Ning Yi was obviously not awake, but subconsciously grabbed hold of it, Feng Zhiwei raised his foot, looking like he wanted to kick it out for a moment, but his foot landed in the air but finally stopped After a long while, he slowly put it down, sighed, squatted down, turned his arms, and moved Ning Yi onto his back.
The carriage had been smashed just now, and the wind was blowing in all directions, so it would be a pain to stay here. Just now, when she was looking for medicine, she saw a cave where a hunter lived not far away, so she might as well take him there to shelter from the wind.
She put the cloak on Ning Yi's body and carried him all the way up the mountain. In the wind and snow, she looked like a huge moving snow ball from a distance.
After trekking halfway up the mountain, I arrived at the cave. The cave is high and seems to be often inhabited. The ground is covered with hay, there are animal skins on the wall, and even a half jug of wine is hung.
Feng Zhiwei placed Ning Yi on the grass bed, lit a fire, and covered Ning Yi with a cloak. Ning Yi held her hand tightly all the time, and she pushed his hand away without hesitation.
The firelight reflected Ning Yi's face, and he looked better.
Feng Zhiwei took down the wine from the wall and smelled it. The Orion's wine in the mountains was naturally crude, but strong. She worked all night, and smelling the wine made her greedy, but she turned her head to look at Ning Yi, and held back.
Immediately she took the wine and went back to the straw shop, covered Ning Yi tightly with a cloak and animal skins, knelt down in front of the shop, and put her hands under the cloak.
Cloak, robe, trousers... were thrown out one by one by her.
It seemed to be the Yilan Palace in the rainstorm that year. She also stripped people's clothes under the quilt in front of the brazier of the abandoned palace, but this time it was much neater than that time. It really is good to have experience.
After making sure that the clothes were almost ready, she grabbed the flagon, removed the bandage, and poured the spirits into her palm. The spirits irritated the wound, and she gasped in pain.
He opened his wounded and drunken palm, and poked under the cloak again.
When her palm touched the smooth and elastic skin under the cloak, her face blushed uncontrollably, and she hesitated for a moment, but the abnormal temperature on her body made her calm down quickly. Rub it down.