The fire in the cave was blazing, gradually warming up, illuminating the men and women beside the fire. He was lying peacefully with his black hair disheveled, his pale ashen lips gradually turned reddish, she half knelt in front of him, her eyes drooped slightly, unable to see her movements , only saw the cloak undulating slightly, the surrounding was very quiet, only heard the whistling wind and snow, her forehead gradually began to sweat, and the firelight shone brightly.
After a long while, Feng Zhiwei let out a long breath.
Following the method taught by Zong Chen to unblock the blood vessels, she rubbed and massaged the meridians all over his body, focusing on the old wounds for a while, until the half pot of wine was about to run out, and the body under her palms began to heat up. The heart also resumed its orderly and powerful beating, and she was finally sure that the danger was over.
"It's okay." She murmured, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and raised her palm to look at it. The wound was rubbed so hard that it rolled up and turned white, and there were bursts of pain in her heart. She smiled wryly, and said to herself He said to himself: "The bento wine has been sterilized..." Slowly got up, and put on the clothes for him one by one.
The body under the palms is warm and smooth, no longer cold and stiff as before. You can feel the smoothness of the muscles and bones, the smoothness of the skin, the circulation of the powerful blood in the heart, and the pulsation that belongs to life and not to death.
She drooped her eyelashes slightly and sighed complicatedly.
When he took the pulse again, it was sure enough that the pulse had stabilized, and he should be able to wake up within an hour. The rest of the matter just needs to be recuperated.
Feng Zhiwei probed to see the sky, it was almost dawn, and someone would come looking for her soon, staying here would be a waste of time.
Picking him up again, she moved down the mountain like a heavy snowball, and returned to the carriage, Feng Zhiwei closed the doors and windows, put on her cloak, and placed Ning Yi on the seat.
She sat beside him, looking down at him, her eyes flickering, and after a while, she gently pulled the hem of his clothes.
"I'm leaving, Ning Yi, the person you meet should be here soon."
"I don't want you to remember my love. Our entanglement has already been so involved, there is really no need to add this." She smiled faintly, caressing his face unconsciously, "Hate me, make up your mind to do it." My enemy, don't give me any more warmth, so that I can learn to hate you, let me not be stupid again and save you, and let me not let you go when I have another chance."
Ning Yi didn't wake up, but his breathing seemed to be a little faster, his face flushed slightly, his fingers scratched slightly in the void, as if he wanted to grab her hand again.
Feng Zhiwei slowly moved her hand away.
She turns her head.
The moment he turned his head, a drop of wet liquid landed on Ning Yi's open palm in vain.
Ning Yi subconsciously drew his fingers together, but the drop of liquid slowly soaked into his skin and disappeared in an instant.
Feng Zhiwei gathered her cloak tightly, straightened her back, got out of the carriage, whistled, and Xiao Bai happily ran over.
Feng Zhiwei patted its head lovingly, got on the horse, turned its back to the direction of the carriage, and drove off with the whip.
The figure of the white horse in white clothes crossed the wilderness like lightning, and disappeared into a cloud of gray snow, like a bolt of lightning piercing through the wind and clouds, leaving the silent carriage in the snow again.
The woman on the horse, with black hair flying, is as quiet and cold as a statue, and her eyes are like a spar in the deep sea.
Many years ago, in the lecture hall of Qingming Academy, when his finger left her throat, she once said:
"If you let me go today, one day, I will let you go too."
Promise to finish today.
At first you thought it was a joke, but only I knew it, it was not false.
She went away at the end of the wind and snow, and behind her, Yiqi also met the lonely carriage at the end of the wind and snow.
The man on the horse was covered in snow, put his hands on the eaves and looked around anxiously, suddenly saw the carriage, his eyes lit up immediately, he jumped off the horse, stumbled towards the carriage, because he was too fast, tripping over the stones under the snow, He fell hard, and blood flowed from the palm of his hand.
She gritted her teeth and got up, randomly tore off a section of sleeve and wrapped it around her palm, then rolled and crawled over again, opened the car door, and let out a cheer of joy.
"His Highness is here!"
In the carriage, the sleeping person was finally awakened by the scream, and slowly opened his eyes.
After a moment of shaking and confusion, his lacquer-like eyes landed on the woman's cloth-covered palm.
Then a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.
Previously, the memory was not clear when he was in a coma, and occasionally he was in a trance for a short time when he was awake. He only vaguely remembered someone coming and going, and remembering that his fingers touched the palm of that person's cloth bandage.
He propped his forehead and asked the woman who was crying with joy in a deep voice.
"You saved me?"
The woman looked straight at him, looked at him in the dark carriage with a radiant complexion, looked at him who she had been waiting for for a long time and thought about for a long time.
After a long time, he answered decisively, "Yes."
At the end of the 19th year of Changxi, the Seventh Prince was involved in the village massacre case in Longbei. His Majesty secretly ordered King Ning Yi of Chu to go to Longbei to investigate, but was ambushed by a killer. Afterwards, the killer was captured and escorted to the palace for interrogation by His Majesty. No one knows the result of the investigation. , there was only vague news that His Majesty nearly had a stroke from anger.
This is just superficial news, just a few words, no one understands the ambush and attack on that snowy night, no one knows the trapping and trapping of the princes that night, and no one dares to speculate, since someone has the audacity to assassinate the prince, Why can't you do it neatly, and you will be caught instead.
Perhaps apart from the people in the game, only Feng Zhiwei, who drove the crazy carriage over the hill that night, understood that at the same time that the Seventh Prince was besieging Ning Yi with death row prisoners and an army, Ning Yi, who seemed to be single-handed, also mobilized his army to wait in front of him. In the not-too-distant mountain pass, the mantis stalked the cicada, and the cicada flew behind the mantis.
The handling of this matter has also been covered up. Apart from a series of secret disposals, the only change on the surface is that the Seventh Prince, who was supervising the army in the front, was quickly recalled to Beijing. He will face the emperor's furious questioning. some other penalties.
Compared with this big case that caused whispers, one piece of news seemed insignificant.
Princess Shengying and Concubine Shunyi should be recalled to Beijing.
Dijing had long forgotten about this woman who lost her mother, brother and husband, and when she thought of it now, it was just a "hardship" evaluation.