Jian Yao didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her beautiful eyebrows were frowned and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. A Hong thought it was because of the effects of the medicine and didn't care. He walked to the bed and pressed the quilt for her. Unexpectedly,

Jian Yao's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her tightly. He looked at her face again, his pupils were hollow and dilated, and he looked at A Hong in pain.

"Feng Xie..."

She was murmuring, and Ah Hong quickly hugged her into his arms and gently stroked her back.

"It's okay, it's okay! He's okay!"

Jian Yao's breathing gradually became smoother under her comfort, and he fell into a deep sleep again. A Hong looked at her sleeping face quietly in the darkness and sighed slowly...

At the end of spring, the last snow fell in Beili.

Leaning alone in front of the window, the corridors, corridors, courtyards, and tall and short treetops are all covered with ice flowers, like tassels bursting out. Jian Yao leans on the edge of the bed and calmly looks at the world outside the window, with the warm medicinal wine in his hand.

The strong smell of medicine has covered the supposed strong aroma of wine.

"A Hong, is he feeling better?"

"Much better. This man is in good health. I remember when he was carried into Yuechen Palace, he was covered in blood, and three of the eighteen wounds on his body were fatal. But I didn't expect that as soon as the imperial doctor took a few medicines, he would be full of energy again.

Got it!"

Ah Hong's words were somewhat exaggerated, but Jian Yao was still very happy. The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and he looked at the ice flowers falling outside the window, swirling around them, and brushing passers-by. A feeling of emotion filled his heart. For a moment, at the corner of his eyes, the ice flowers were falling.

It actually gave birth to moisture.

"Ahong, I want to see him, I want to see him lively and energetic..."

The cold moon floated, and the silent Yuechen Palace was just as it was in the memory of that night. Jian Yao stepped on the steps alone, but saw a little guard leaning against the palace door with a sword and falling asleep soundly. Jian Yao crossed the guard and gently

I opened the door and walked in. It was midnight again, and the dormitory was filled with a faint scent of medicine. The incense in the Chihu Incense Burner had been extinguished. I'm afraid that person didn't like the smell of these balsams.

A familiar figure slept in the warm tents layered with gauze. Jian Yao's steps became heavy as she walked toward him. She remembered her determination when she left that day. He also fell asleep like this, but she was in his dream.

Experienced the wandering of life and death.

Finally Jian Yao sat next to him. He was wrapped in layers of gauze. The blood that occasionally seeped out touched Jian Yao's heartstrings. She picked up his injured right hand and gently placed it next to his cheek.

The unusually calm sleeping face looked innocent, while the flying gold on the temples was still so dazzling.

Jian Yao's gaze settled down, and during the long gaze, she replayed everything the two of them had experienced in her mind. She thought of the desolate street intersection in Xize, the place where she seemed to have given all her soul and love.

Hug, if time could be turned back, Jian Yao would let his love blurt out.

Jian Yao slowly placed Feng Xie's hand on his lower abdomen, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips: "Do you like it? Feng Xie, this is our child..."

At this moment, Jian Yao really wanted to shake him awake and then throw herself into his arms. What kind of responsibility and fate? She just wanted to be with him, whether it was in the dense wind and snow in the north or the humid air in the south.

, as long as he is there, it will be the most beautiful scenery in the world. This time, she will hold him tightly and walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, and there will be no barriers between them, blending and lingering.

-- Jian Yao didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her beautiful eyebrows were frowned and her forehead was covered with sweat. A Hong thought it was the effect of the medicine and didn't care. He walked to the bed and pressed the quilt for her.

, Unexpectedly, Jian Yao's hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her tightly. Looking at her face again, her pupils were hollow and dilated, looking at A Hong in pain.

"Feng Xie..."

She was murmuring, and Ah Hong quickly hugged her into his arms and gently stroked her back.

"It's okay, it's okay! He's okay!"

Jian Yao's breathing gradually became smoother under her comfort, and he fell into a deep sleep again. A Hong looked at her sleeping face quietly in the darkness and sighed slowly...

At the end of spring, the last snow fell in Beili.

Leaning alone in front of the window, the corridors, corridors, courtyards, and tall and short treetops are all covered with ice flowers, like tassels bursting out. Jian Yao leans on the edge of the bed and calmly looks at the world outside the window, with the warm medicinal wine in his hand.

The strong smell of medicine has covered the supposed strong aroma of wine.

"A Hong, is he feeling better?"

"Much better. This man is in good health. I remember when he was carried into Yuechen Palace, he was covered in blood, and three of the eighteen wounds on his body were fatal. But I didn't expect that as soon as the imperial doctor took a few medicines, he would be full of energy again.

Got it!"

Ah Hong's words were somewhat exaggerated, but Jian Yao was still very happy. The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and he looked at the ice flowers falling outside the window, swirling around them, and brushing passers-by. A feeling of emotion filled his heart. For a moment, at the corner of his eyes, the ice flowers were falling.

It actually gave birth to moisture.

"Ahong, I want to see him, I want to see him lively and energetic..."

The cold moon floated, and the silent Yuechen Palace was just as it was in the memory of that night. Jian Yao stepped on the steps alone, but saw a little guard leaning against the palace door with a sword and falling asleep soundly. Jian Yao crossed the guard and gently

I opened the door and walked in. It was midnight again, and the dormitory was filled with a faint scent of medicine. The incense in the Chihu Incense Burner had been extinguished. I'm afraid that person didn't like the smell of these balsams.

A familiar figure slept in the warm tents layered with gauze. Jian Yao's steps became heavy as she walked toward him. She remembered her determination when she left that day. He also fell asleep like this, but she was in his dream.

Experienced the wandering of life and death.

Finally Jian Yao sat next to him. He was wrapped in layers of gauze. The blood that occasionally seeped out touched Jian Yao's heartstrings. She picked up his injured right hand and gently placed it next to his cheek.

The unusually calm sleeping face looked innocent, while the flying gold on the temples was still so dazzling.

Jian Yao's gaze settled down, and during the long gaze, she replayed everything the two of them had experienced in her mind. She thought of the desolate street intersection in Xize, the place where she seemed to have given all her soul and love.

Hug, if time could be turned back, Jian Yao would let his love blurt out.

Jian Yao slowly placed Feng Xie's hand on his lower abdomen, and a sweet smile appeared on his lips: "Do you like it? Feng Xie, this is our child..."

At this moment, Jian Yao really wanted to shake him awake and then throw herself into his arms. What kind of responsibility and fate? She just wanted to be with him, whether it was in the dense wind and snow in the north or the humid air in the south.

, as long as he is there, it will be the most beautiful scenery in the world. This time, she will hold him tightly and walk through thousands of mountains and rivers, and there will be no barriers between them, blending and lingering.
Chapter completed!