In the first half of the night, Yaoying's body was so hot that she couldn't even drink water, let alone eat the bowl of vegetarian soup cake.
She felt that she was gently lifted up, the soup bowl was brought to her lips, and the light sweet fragrance came to her nostrils, but she felt disgusted, raised her arm, and pushed the bowl of soup away.
The soup splashed out, and the bowl was immediately moved away.
The quilt was warm, like a bright charcoal fire hidden in it. Yaoying's body was so hot that she couldn't help pushing the quilt off her body.
Just pushed it away, the quilt was covered again, she pushed it away again, and after a while, the quilt gently returned to its original position. Kick the quilt down at once.
Like a grumpy cat.
The figure beside the bed froze for a moment.
After the heat dissipated, Yaoying felt more comfortable, she spread her arms and feet and turned over, leaning on her arms, lying down and sleeping, long black hair draped over her shoulders, her slender jade feet exposed, her feet slightly tensed, pitiful Xixi, with a slender figure, is completely different from the way she was angry just now.
After a while, the quilt was wrapped around her again.
A well-knotted hand gently pressed down on the quilt.
Yaoying suddenly opened her eyes and looked up, her thick eyelashes were wet.
This action made her feel familiar and at ease.
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When she was young, Yaoying took medicine every day and couldn't sleep all night. Especially in the year when she just practiced walking, her legs were in unbearable pain. She tossed and turned on the bed, and it hurt no matter how she changed positions.
She didn't want to cry because she couldn't bear the pain, but the tears still fell and wet the pillow.
When Li Zhongqian heard the voice, he walked into the inner room with a candle in his hand, and took a picture of her face: "Xiao Qi?"
Knowing that he was in a hurry, Yaoying was afraid that he would be worried, so she immediately held her breath, didn't move, and pretended to fall asleep.
Li Zhongqian leaned over, pulled up the quilt that had slipped under her shoulders, pressed it lightly twice, then pressed the bottom of the quilt again, stood beside the bed for a while, and went out.
Yaoying's legs still hurt a lot, but she felt a lot more at ease, she turned over and continued to sleep.
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As the years passed, Yao Ying had already forgotten the pain that kept her awake all night, and only remembered the gentle force with which Brother A's hand clumsily pressed the quilt.
The lights were dim and dim.
Yaoying stared at the slender hand beside the bed, her eyes slowly raised, and she saw a hideous Yaksha mask.
She was stunned, thinking in a daze, this dream is a bit scary.
Continuing to look up, a pair of dark blue eyes looked at her quietly, and the light in the eyes was light.
Yaoying's eyes were slightly hot.
The grievances, fears, helplessness, and loneliness that had been accumulated in the bottom of my heart were like a tumbling tide, suddenly surging up and gushing out.
"Brother..."
When she called out these two words, her nose was sour, her eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed the hand that was about to be withdrawn.
"Brother, I feel bad."
Because I know it's a dream, I don't have to hide it, I can act like a spoiled child and complain about my grievances.
The hot hand grabbed the cool hand, and there seemed to be an electric current passing by.
The palm of the hand wrinkled gently.
Yaoying's grip was even tighter, just like the hands that held her countless times and taught her to walk step by step when she was a child, she leaned her face up, rubbed it relied on, and acted like a spoiled child.
The hand that was tightly clenched by her didn't move, and she let her put her hot little face on it. The texture under her clothes was slightly cool and comfortable.
"Brother..." Yaoying raised her face and said softly, "Don't wear a mask, okay? The grimace is a little scary."
The man looked down at her.
Yao Ying's face was burning red, her eyes were slightly drunk, and her eyes were full of spring. She fixedly stared at him, admitting the wrong person.
"Brother."
She urged, her voice was thin, her breath was weak, her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be enduring the pain.
The man said nothing and slowly took off his mask.
Yasha's face was covered with scars.
He held the mask, ready to put it back on.
Yaoying held his arm, her brows and eyes were slightly curved, and she smiled sweetly at him, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of smiles, and she didn't seem to notice the scars on his face at all.
"That's much better."
Yaoying said softly, she felt at ease now, hugged his arm, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again.
The man was startled.
In the second half of the night, Yaoying started to get cold.
Threads of coolness penetrated through the cracks of the bones and spread all over her body. Her hands and feet were cold, and she hugged herself tightly, shrinking into a ball.
The hand she had been holding tightly slipped out of her palm.
The shoulders were heavy, and someone added a layer of quilt to her, still gently pressing twice to tuck the quilt.
Yaoying shivered and said softly, "Brother, I'm cold."
The figure beside the bed left for a while, brought the quilt, spread it on her, and pressed it. The charcoal stove was dragged to the edge of the couch, making a small creaking sound.
Yaoying still felt cold and her teeth chattered.
The tall and straight figure sat on the edge of the bed, and was pushed aside by a corner, a hand came in, and his fingers were pressed on her wrist.
The finger pulp with a thin layer of thin calluses brushed the back of her hand, and she trembled all over, and then a warm current overflowed from the place where the fingers touched.
The place where the fingertips were touching was warm, Yaoying felt a little better, and subconsciously leaned towards the figure, leaning close to him, and slowly, her delicate body was attached to it.
The figure was motionless, like a statue.
After a night of tossing, the oil lamp burned out, and plumes of blue smoke came out.
Yaoying was hot and cold, half awake, and opened her eyes.
The front of the bed was dark, and a bunch of cold moonlight shone through the window sash into the room and fell on the man beside the bed. The faint shadow made the blue eyes more clear and deep.
His eyes were lowered, his plump lips moved slightly, and he was reciting scriptures in his mouth.
Yaoying could only understand a few simple Sanskrit words, and could not understand what scriptures he was reading. She only understood a few words in a trance: relieve pain, no suffering.
Sultan Gu was indeed a disciple of Shimen, and when he put down the butcher's knife, he would also chant scriptures.
The tone of his chanting was cold and resonant, and Yaoying didn't understand a word, but knowing that he was praying for herself, a warm current seemed to flow through her heart, and she was ironing the book steadily, her body gradually became less uncomfortable, her eyelids were heavy, and she fell into a deep sleep.
This time, Yaoying slept soundly.
When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.
The first sun was pouring down, reflecting on the snow, and there was a light blue sky floating in front of the window.
Yaoying's medicinal properties have dissipated, she moved her arms, her body was weak and weak, she glanced at the room and was stunned.
Sultan Gu leaned against the bed and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.
Did he really watch her all night
Yaoying stayed for a while, recalling all kinds of embarrassment last night, afraid of waking up Sultan Gu, she didn't dare to get up, and her feet under the quilt moved.
Her hands and feet slowly regained strength, she was dry and comfortable, full of energy, and she was able to dance again.
Yaoying twisted gently under the quilt, slowly moved to the other side of the bed, and returned to Sultan Gu.
He was sitting leaning, still in the chanting posture, his shoulders were tense, and the circle around his eyes seemed to be a little blue.
This man who kills without blinking an eye can actually take care of people so considerately.
Yaoying stared at Sultan Gu in a daze.
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She is naturally beautiful, and there are many young men who adore her appearance. As long as she is willing to smile at them, they can fight for her.
But that fiery admiration was nothing but the blood of the young people. What they admired was the beautiful and aloof princess, the number one beauty, she couldn't take it seriously.
Yaoying knew that Zheng Jing liked her, Xue Wu liked her, and Pei Jialangjun liked her.
Their love is true, but when her life and their future cannot be reconciled, how many people dare to give it a go
Even Zheng Jing, who truly loved her, only asked her to go with him on impulse.
Yaoying can even be sure of one thing: if Li De or Li Xuanzhen killed her in front of everyone, the gang of young men in Beijing would be angry at Li De's ruthlessness, would feel sorry for her, shed tears for her, and shed tears for her. Raise your sword, and then what
After they wake up, they will continue to be loyal to Li De and his son, as if nothing happened.
In the future, those juveniles will be old, with children and grandchildren, wives and concubines in groups, they may recall Xiang Xiaoyu's death, and feel sad for her for a moment.
It's not that the young men are ruthless and unrighteous, Yaoying didn't even say a word to them, so there's no need to ask for anything else.
In this world, when she is in a desperate situation, the only person who can save her from a long distance and without hesitation is her second brother Li Zhongqian.
The only person who will do anything to avenge her is Li Zhongqian.
Therefore, when Yaoying was running around for Li Zhongqian, she did not cry and ask Zheng Jing for help, but exchanged the wealth of the Xie family with the Zheng family.
When communicating with Du Sinan, she used his most desired fame and status as a bait, listing a prospect that was enough to make him tempted.
When Haidu Aling was cornered, there was no way to escape and she had to turn to Tanmaraga for help, Yaoying was also scheming, every word with hints, trying to impress Tanmaraga with benefits .
Tamaroka rescued her.
But not because of the benefits she promised, nor because she wanted to form an alliance with Da Wei.
At that time, she couldn't guarantee anything, and he didn't take her words seriously at all.
Yaoying thought seriously later that the reason why Thamaraga sheltered her was not because she had helped Munda Deva, and by fate would bring him watery grass.
He saves her only because he can save her.
Even if Tanmaraka's time is short, she will be able to save her, a stranger.
He promised to protect her, and he really told the world to let her live in a Buddhist temple in the name of imitating the modern girl, in order to escape the coveting of Haidu Aling.
Now he has sent Sultan Gu to escort her to Gaochang to help her return to the DPRK as soon as possible.
From beginning to end, he didn't need her gratitude, let alone what she would give in exchange.
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Yaoying sat up and remembered the look that Tanmaraka looked at herself when she sat upright in the Buddhist temple during the morning class.
His eyes were clear and dusty.
Yaoying smiled, her cheeks slightly warm.
Sultan Gu's whereabouts are mysterious, Ashina Bisuo Guli is eccentric, and Tamara's trust in Sultan Gu is also eye-catching.
She had a keen sense that Sultangu's scarred face didn't match his eyes.
She doubted Sultangu's identity and deliberately tried many times these days.
He should be aware of it, even so, treat her as always. Tanmaraka sent him to protect her, and he took good care of her.
Yaoying slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air in her chest.
No matter what was hidden between the brothers Tamara, Sultan, and Bi Su, and what the identity of Sultan was, it was their business, and she should not explore their secrets.
You treat him with sincerity, and she should treat each other with sincerity.