Pick all the cold branches

There was a fog in front of my eyes, and the damp and cold air swelled everywhere.

Zhen Xian felt a little headache.

He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where he was going, so he could only wander aimlessly.

Until he saw a little warm yellow light floating in front of him, sometimes far and sometimes near.

The light was so familiar and warm.

He was inexplicably attracted, and couldn't help but follow the light to move forward. He passed through many dense fogs and clouds, and walked a few twists and turns, before finally coming to a wide body of water.

The water surface is also a vast expanse of whiteness, not only how wide it is.

On the other side of the water bank, there are fishermen having dinner and fireworks.

But why did he come here?

Zhen Xian stood in Shuipan blankly, looking around.

There was a wind blowing on the surface of the water, which made him shiver all over, and shrank back subconsciously.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice calling him behind him.

"Xian'er."

"mother?"

He was so startled that he immediately went back to look for it.

wrong……

wrong!

His mother is clearly gone.

But he was really embraced by some extremely warm existence.

Ah, yes, the lights.Such a warm and flickering light is the orange lantern that his mother made for him when he was young.

"Good boy, don't look back."

He heard his mother's soft and gentle voice whispering in his ears.

"Go straight ahead and go back to the people who need you."

"mother……"

There are too many nostalgia in his heart, too many unspoken words, he hesitates and cannot take a step.

But his mother urged him on, pushing him on gently but firmly.

"Go back quickly. If you don't go back, he can only turn into a ghost and come to you."

The white mist on the water spread out and gathered again.

He vaguely saw a person standing in the middle of the water.

Who is that?

Why stand in the water?

He couldn't help approaching, struggling to wade through the water.

But what he saw was not a person, but a stone statue standing in the water.

Such deep eyebrows and eyes, sharp and chiseled, and a heroic outline.

He couldn't help but greedily stretched out his hands to caress, brushing over the sword-like eyebrows and the high bridge of the nose, his heart pounding like a drum.

A little joy, a little shyness, peace of mind and uneasiness.

It feels so weird.

What is it...?

He looked at the stone statue in confusion, desperately searching for memories in a blank mind, trying to describe the appearance of that person: every strand of hair, every look, every smile, even the temperature of every touch and the hardness between his knuckles the cocoon of...

"...Your Highness?"

He exhaled ignorantly.

Suddenly the sky collapsed.

He saw that the stone statue was cracked and shattered into dust in an instant.

Thick black slurry rushed out from the torn apart gaps.

Countless ghost hands suddenly stretched out from the water, like an endless hell.

Amidst the raging fire, he suddenly opened a pair of blood-red eyes.

"Your Highness!"

He screamed out in fright, his body sank suddenly, and then he was in severe pain.

It hurts so much.It was as if half of his body had been completely torn apart.

Zhen Xian opened his mouth, took a few breaths silently, and opened his heavy eyes again.

The scene in front of him was still very unfamiliar, but he could vaguely distinguish that it should be the bedroom of a post house.

King Jing Jiafei was lying down with his clothes on, lying sideways beside him, with one arm still tightly wrapped around his waist.

Your Highness...

Zhen Xian opened his mouth again and found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make any sound at all.

Gradually he recalled what had happened.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness is safe and sound. It seems that the Japanese pirates have been repelled.

He tried hard for a long time, but he still couldn't raise his arm, so he could only bear the pain and turned his face slightly, staring at Jiafei's sleeping face in a daze.

His Highness is still in good condition. Although his face is tired, he is in good condition. His face is also in good condition. It has not turned into stone, nor has it cracked and flowed out of black mud, and there are no blood-red ghost eyes.

How could he have such a horrible dream.

How could His Highness become a ghost?

Zhen Xian laughed dumbfoundedly.

He must have been dazed with pain.

Or, it is an illusion created between life and death.

The wound was still painful.He tried his best to move his hands again, and finally he was able to bend his arms and cover the hand on his waist with his palm.

The moment his fingertips touched, he saw Jiafei suddenly opened his eyes.

He was taken aback, thinking that he had woken His Highness.

Jiafei also seemed to be startled, the whole person was startled, pursed his lips, frowned, didn't speak, just stared at him nervously, looked at him for a moment, suddenly turned over and went out.

Zhen Xian was baffled by this reaction, but unable to move or speak, he could only lie on the bed and wait in a daze.

After a while, Jiafei came back with several imperial doctors.

The imperial doctors were also very nervous, looking around him here and there, repeatedly asking about his pulse.

During the whole process, Jiafei just sat and looked at him, his expression didn't change a bit, and he didn't even blink.

Zhen Xian finally felt something was wrong.

Too strange.He had never seen His Highness like this before.

"What happened to him, Your Highness?"

He finally squeezed out a hoarse voice from his dry throat, and asked those imperial doctors.

The imperial doctors showed embarrassment on their faces, wiped off their sweat more and more nervously, turned to look at His Highness Prince Jing who was sitting on the side and stared at them, and then turned back to give Zhen Xian a condescending smile.

"My lord, take it easy and recuperate. The prince is fine, it's fine. As long as the son gets better soon, everything will be fine for the prince."

What kind of answer is this.

Zhen Xian looked at Jiafei in surprise.

After the imperial doctors gave Zhen Xian the injection and changed the dressing, they ran away one by one like birds and beasts.

No one else was in the bedroom.Jiafei was still sitting on the chair beside him, staring at Zhen Xian for a while, then moved to the bed and continued to stare.

This posture really frightened Zhen Xian, he even forgot that he was the one who was seriously injured, and wanted to get up after struggling.

After struggling, the wound was pulled, and there was another burst of severe pain, and he could only return to the original place with a gasp.

But the pain provoked a great reaction.

"Don't move around! Lie down!" Jia Fei stood up abruptly, with an obvious anxiety on his face, and stretched out his hand to firmly press Zhen Xian on the bed.

His Royal Highness probably lost his temper when he saw that he was injured.But the imperial doctors didn't dare to offend His Highness Prince Jing, since they didn't dare to tell the truth, they couldn't cure him.

Zhen Xian stared blankly at Jia Fei who was still frowning and glaring at him, at one moment he thought it was a little funny, at another moment his heart ached beyond measure.

Don't be like this, am I still here fine?

He tried his best to raise his hand, trying to reach Jiafei's drooping eyebrows, but he couldn't reach it in pain.

Jiafei then lowered his head, took advantage of the situation and pressed his face against his palm.

His palm is warm and still feels soft to the touch.

Jia Fei closed his eyes, dawdled, and lightly pressed his face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Zhen Xian silently allowed him to toss and turn on his chest for several times, and took a deep breath reluctantly.

"Your Highness, if you continue to scare people like this, I won't be able to recover from this injury..."

Hearing him say that the injury is not recovering well, Jiafei immediately raised his head, and the brows that had just been relaxed were wrinkled again.

"If you keep looking at me like this, I'm sure I won't be able to take care of it. Emotional tension and mental anxiety are not conducive to self-cultivation." Zhen Xian also frowned, vowing.

Jiafei moved his eyes, as if thinking about what he said.

This slight change was immediately caught by Zhen Xian, who immediately gritted his teeth and propped up his half body, pressing the wound under the collarbone.

"And you just pressed my wound... Look, it's bleeding again—"

His forehead was covered with cold sweat from the pain, and when he was speaking, the blood had really flowed out from the wound again, and in the blink of an eye, the newly changed cotton gauze was dyed bright red.

Seeing this, Jia Fei visibly froze, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he took a sharp breath.

"Xiaoxian! What are you doing!"

With this exasperated cry, even his eyes lit up.

Zhen Xian was still very weak at first, how long can this kind of small movement last, seeing Jia Fei, he is considered sober, and immediately leaned back on the bed exhausted, wanted to laugh but the pain was severe, so he could only curl up and gasp non-stop.

Jia Fei finally came to his senses, knowing that Zhen Xian had intentionally crushed the wound that he had managed to stop the bleeding on purpose, his eyes turned black and his hands trembled with anger, he wished he could scold him a few words. He looked like he was in pain, but he couldn't swear.

"You still dare to say that I scare you?"

He pressed Zhen Xian's head with both hands, just like when he was playing and playing in childhood, he wanted to forcefully break away the face buried in the bedding, but he was afraid of pulling Zhen Xian's wound again, so he could only hold the face My head froze.

Zhen Xian turned around by himself, staring at him for a moment.