He thought he was bewitched

Ye Shuyi didn't expect that he would survive again.

He still remembers the pain of the cold knife cutting through his heart, and the strange, relieved joy when the shadow of death fell.

The cold air from the snowy plateau poured into his blood, and the love gu rushed and bit fiercely in his gradually icy body. He felt that he was being mutilated a little bit, and gradually disappeared in some kind of unspeakable black wave.

However, a star of red fire suddenly ignited in the depths of the wave, hurting, flickering, hanging by a thread, but it did not go out after all.

——Ye Shiyi opened his eyes.

Surrounded by familiar furnishings, the tulle floats, spreading the moist spring light in the room.

Ye Shiyi turned his head sideways from the collapse, and through the shiny hair of the thick fox fur, he saw the little girl lying before the collapse, and saw the world again.

When Xiyun woke up, he was shocked by the empty bed in front of him.

But then she heard the gentle but indifferent voice of her master outside the screen.

"I'm not your master."

Fu Tingya pursed his lips and said nothing, but supported the wooden door with his elbows, persistently preventing the other party from closing the door.

"Master Fu, please respect yourself."

Ye Shiyi frowned slightly, he took a step back, with a bit of anger in his tone.

"I..." Fu Tingya seemed to want to step forward, but he restrained his impulse after all. His eyes trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I...I have been waiting for you for four days—you asked me to see more How about a few glances?"

Seeing that Ye Shouyi didn't respond, Fu Tingya seemed to have found something, and continued: "I haven't closed my eyes for four days and four nights. I don't feel relieved if I don't see you—but that little girl won't let me in..."

"Master, I am very worried about you."

After hearing these words, Ye Shuyi almost laughed out of anger.

He looked at the man in front of him who could be said to be wronged and complained, and said coldly: "What does this have to do with me?"

Fu Tingya looked up at Ye Shiyi, seeing that the other person was completely unmoved, his unblinking eyes showed sadness and loss, but he dared not and could not let go: "Master..."

"Don't call me Master." Ye Shuyi interrupted forcefully: "After Yun Zhongshan, I don't owe you anything."

"I owe you! Giving clothes—" Fu Tingya said anxiously, "I owe you..."

"I made a slip of the tongue first, followed by my ignorance, to make you sad, I won't—"

Ye Shiyi looked at him quietly, and suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Fu Tingya like this for a long time. I don't know when, the child he wanted to protect got into a mature and indifferent shell, no longer Soft and no longer gentle, doubting and even hating him, but he didn't notice it.

Even with constant connivance, the other party still hurts me over and over again, becoming more and more accustomed to it, and becoming more and more indifferent.

After all, it is self-inflicted.

"There is no future. Ye Shuyi's flat, even soft tone interjected into Fu Tingya's anxious explanation and assurance. He looked up in a daze, but saw Ye Shuyi's fleeting smile.

Helpless but determined.

Fu Tingya subconsciously shut his mouth, his heart was boiling with uneasiness, and he looked at Ye Shuyi with pleading eyes.

Because he knew that the man who had always been gentle and talkative in front of him was once the commander of an army, and after he made a certain decision, there was no possibility of changing it.

"Your Highness, you don't have to look back." Ye Shuyi pretended not to see the sudden change in Fu Tingya's face, and said to himself: "Actually, I was wrong. I always regarded you as the child when I first met. I forgot about you. Will grow up and learn to protect myself...

I interfered with your life excessively, and finally led to such a result, but I just tasted the bad result myself. "

"My choice, my dedication, you don't need to feel sorry for it."

Fu Tingya opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted again.

"However, no matter how deep the relationship is, it is difficult to bear the hurt over and over again, even if some people, some things, grow into a tree in my heart at the first sight.

If the root system, in order to grow, continuously absorbs my life force and pierces me with holes, then no matter how painful and difficult the process is, I will pull out the tree by its roots. "

"So Your Highness, you don't have to look back, because I will never look back again."

"I, Ye Shiyi, have been affectionate for several years, I hope you will see the past as "Master" and let the past go. "

"We'll be fine from now on...the two have nothing to do with each other."

The air was bound by fermented bitterness, and the back of his tongue was pressed heavily, Fu Tingya felt as if he was being cut inch by inch by these words.

So the soul was choked back by the pain, laughed, and vomited out the blood again.

He looked at Ye Shuyi's pale face, closed his eyes, and finally retreated.

The door was closed, he lowered his head, but said in a barely audible voice: "I won't... let go."

"I do not know."

Beyond the natural barrier Beiguan, there is dry soil and yellow sand. However, if this pass is left behind, the area bordering the Central Plains and Beirong is not completely barren—there is still a large grassland.

Dolma failed to meet her future husband-in-law for a second time. After waiting for three days in Zhenbei Hou's Mansion, she took Yaoer to the east, planning to make a small detour, visit the so-called Central Plains, and then return to Go to Beirong.

The leader of the hidden guards in the Hou's mansion was worried, so he sent more than a dozen subordinates to secretly follow and protect him, to ensure that the other party entered the border of Beirong before returning to his command.

Until the startling change happened, Jin Qi didn't understand why Zhuoma, a majestic princess of Beirong, slipped out of the country easily with a maid, and no one came after him for so many days.

At this moment, he snapped off the long arrow that pierced his right shoulder, and at the same time as the pain hit, he finally caught a glimpse of Bei Rong's wolfish ambition hidden behind the mist——

They probably never thought about looking for this princess, nor did they think that she would come back alive!

There was flesh and blood under the horse's hooves, and the splashed mud was mixed with the breath of death. Jin Qi galloped on the horse, and tightly protected the still terrified Princess Beirong, without turning back, and did not dare to look back.

Arrows shot like rain fell behind him, Jin Qi only cared about going forward, forward——

In the wind, he heard Princess Beirong chanting unconsciously, and it took a long time to realize that she was saying: "Yaoer..."

The name of the maid who threw herself under the sword of the enemy in order to protect Dolma on the third day of her escape.

The boundary monument was right in front of him, but Jin Qi knew that he was powerless.After several days of fierce fighting, the enemy continued to flow, while there were only a few of our own.

The last horse finally fell down, and Jin Qi picked up Dolma and ran wildly, but he couldn't run past the gradually closing encirclement after all.

In front of Jin Qihengdao, Zhuoma, whose eyes were firm and decisive, but who didn't want to be protected by him all the way, finally broke free from a certain state of confusion, and asked loudly to the killer with a fierce expression and blood-stained knife tip: "You guys?" who is it?"

"Is this... an order from my father?"

The killer made no secret of his Beirong lineage, and the leader even pulled down his mask and grinned. He said in broken Chinese, "I thought you knew, Your Highness."

"Bei Rong has no princess."

So you are just a chess piece.

On the wilderness with sparse grass, the light of the knife is like cold eyes, and blood splashes down.

It's like a joke.

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