Can't speak

The wind in the yard has the unique bitingness of winter, even if the sun covers the whole body, it still makes people feel bitingly cold.

Su Yangui insisted on walking in the yard, but Ning Jian had no choice but to help him circle around the center of the yard.

After only two laps, Su Yangui stopped and pushed his hand: "I'll do it myself."

Ning Jian frowned, but refused to let go.

Su Yangui's tone suddenly became tough: "Let go!"

Ning Jian didn't speak, but in the end Su Yangui gave in and softened his voice: "I just can't see, it's not that I can't walk, I just fell because I couldn't see the threshold, but the ground in the yard is flat, it won't be so It's easy to fall over."

Ning Jian still held onto him firmly and did not let go.

Su Yangui sighed, thought for a while, and then laughed: "Why don't you stand a little forward and let me walk towards you for a try? Three or four steps will do, so if I really fall Go down, you can catch me too."

Ning Jian hesitated for a while, and finally slowly wrote on his hand: "I am three steps ahead of you."

"Okay!" Su Yangui smiled brilliantly.

Ning Jian then slowly let go of her hand and moved forward three steps.

Su Yangui waited for a while before starting to walk forward.When he took the first step, Ning Jian just stared at him, with an unconcealable panic in his eyes.

Su Yangui also walked steadily, but raised his hand slightly again, Ning Jian stretched out his hand naturally, until Su Yangui walked up to him and grabbed his hand, he felt his heart Slowly put it down.

"Come again." Su Yangui said to him with a smile.

Murong Lin and Jing Shi stood in the corridor outside the courtyard watching this scene, Murong Lin was a little uncertain: "Jin Zi, they are..."

Jing Shi said indifferently: "Isn't it good? You have changed a few girls in your family, but there is no way for him to settle down. You still have to find a suitable person."

"You mean, he already recognized Ning Jian?" Murong Lin frowned slightly, "But his reaction..."

Jing Shi glanced at him, snorted and said nothing.

Murong Lin was angry: "Hey, what do you mean!"

Jing Shi glanced at the two people in the courtyard again, and then slowly turned around. Murong Lin hurriedly chased after him, and heard him say: "Even if you are just an irrelevant stranger in front of you, as long as you are similar to Ning Jian, Su Yan will return to you." I will treat him subconsciously. This feeling..."

He didn't continue to say the following words, Murong Lin was a little confused.

Murong Lin looked back towards the direction of the courtyard, the figures of the two people had gradually blurred, but he seemed to be able to see the faint but similar gentleness and smiles on their faces.

Murong Lin's dissatisfaction and prejudice towards Ning Jian seemed to have disappeared in that instant.

The next day, Jing Shi set off early in the morning to search for medicine in Jingnan.

Murong Lin stayed in the villa and never left.

In the next month, there were still people who came to Su Yangui either openly or secretly, but most of them were dismissed by Murong Lin.Ning Jian stayed in Su Yangui's room, and those who slipped through the net were easily dealt with.

Su Yangui still insisted on trying everything by himself, but Ning Jian often refused to condone, so Su Yangui backed down little by little until Ning Jian nodded.

In the first few days, Murong Lin would occasionally sneer at the side, but later on, he seemed to gradually get used to Ning Jian's existence, sometimes in the afternoon when Su Yangui had nothing to do, and when Su Yangui fell asleep, he would make a pot of tea, Sitting chatting with Ning Jian at the edge of the yard, Ning Jian is often silent, but she is also an excellent listener.

After Xiao Han passed, the sky became colder and colder. The poison in Su Yangui's body could not be discharged, and he was extremely weak. When the weather became colder, he would be sick all day long, and the time to go outside gradually decreased. I couldn't hold it anymore, and I fell asleep for more and more time, accompanied by high fever from time to time.

Ning Jian was so frightened that she lost her mind, she just stayed by the bed side by side, not closing her eyes all day long.

Murong Lin sent someone to Jingnan to bring Jing Shi back, but before Jing Shi arrived, several groups of people delivered the medicine to the villa first.

After taking the medicine, the person became more energetic, but on the eve of the severe cold, Su Yangui developed a high fever again, which lasted for two days, and his consciousness became blurred.

On the day of the Great Cold, it was snowing heavily and the mountain road was difficult. Murong Lin went down the mountain early in the morning to pick up Jingshi, leaving Ning Jian alone to guard Su Yangui.

The room was extremely quiet, only Ning Jian's heavy breathing due to nervousness and Su Yangui's intermittent moaning. I got scared.

"rather……"

Su Yangui suddenly called out softly.

It was just a word, but Ning Jian jumped up all of a sudden, staring at him with panicked eyes, and it took a long time to realize that it was just a dream.

Su Yangui didn't open her eyes, because of the high fever and discomfort, she panted with her mouth slightly open, as if something was about to be blurted out, but she kept suppressing it all the time, and didn't cry out again.

Ning Jian looked at him, and gradually her eyes became a little dry, and it took a while before she reached out and gently stroked Su Yangui's forehead.

The tentacles were still full of hot flashes, and Ning Jian suddenly remembered a long time ago.

At that time, Su Yan was still young, and after more than half a year of torture, he finally fell ill due to physical and mental suffering. Just like now, the high fever persisted, and he leaned on his arms in a daze and shed tears, intermittently calling "Daddy, Daddy!" ".

Ning Jian closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she heard a very soft call: "Father..."

That voice quickly overlapped with the dusty past in memory, and Ning Jian stood up all of a sudden, looking at the person on the bed with a face full of bewilderment.

After Su Yangui yelled, she curled up slowly, her eyelashes were trembling slightly because her closed eyes were too hard, and her body trembled uncontrollably as if responding to the trembling.

Ning Jian hastily covered the quilt tightly, and surrounded Su Yangui in the middle, but the trembling never stopped, but Su Yangui began to cry softly in the haze: "Cold..."

Ning Jian grabbed another quilt and put it on him, and pressed it tightly. Seeing Su Yangui still shivering, her eyes felt a little hot with anxiety.

"Brat..."

"Ning Jian..."

As if responding to his hasty call, Su Yangui also called out, as if the grievance that had been suppressed for a long time poured out, and there was still a trace of choking in his voice.

Ning Jian's heart suddenly softened.

"I'm cold..." the person on the bed cried out unconsciously.

Ning Jian watched him silently for a long while, and finally lowered her eyes, slowly took off her shoes and coat, and climbed onto the bed neatly.

Su Yangui's body was slightly stiff due to the trembling, and Ning Jian took a lot of effort to pull him to his side, and stretched out his hands to hug his hot body.

However, at the moment of hugging, countless strange things appeared again.

Ning Jian lay there, watching the frown between the eyebrows of the person in front of him gradually unwind, but the bewilderment in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

When Su Yangui was ill when he was a child, he took care of him in the same disheveled clothes. When the little devil cried out that he was cold, he also climbed into bed like this, and hugged the shivering child tightly in his arms.The little ghost became fragile because of his illness, and Ning Jian still remembered the warm feeling when the tears fell on his body after a long time.

But now is different from then.

Ning Jian withdrew his hand, looked at it suspiciously for a long time, then stretched out to hug Su Yangui again, and after a while, he took his hand back again.

At this moment, the unconscious person reached out his hand, stretched out from his waist, and hugged him tightly.

Ning Jian's body froze all of a sudden, and he suddenly discovered the difference.

Many years have passed between now and then.At that time, the child in his arms had grown up, and he could no longer hold him in his arms.

He has grown taller than himself, and has been able to hug himself tightly in turn. It seems that he is still in the past, but the child of that year is no longer a child.

Ning Jian suddenly panicked and struggled subconsciously.

Su Yangui seemed to have found a warm place, and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go.

Ning Jian opened her eyes in despair, and called out, "Little brat..."

The person hugging him didn't respond, his eyes were closed all the time, and there was no sign of waking up.

Ning Jian looked at the pale face that was close at hand, her lips trembled slightly because of the indescribable feeling.

"Su...the geese return..."

With just a cry, the surroundings instantly became quiet. Ning Jian couldn't react for a long time, and just opened her eyes helplessly, standing there in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, the hand holding him tightened slightly, and at the same time a very soft moan came from her ear. Ning Jian was startled suddenly, and looked up, only to see that Su Yangui kept his eyes closed all the time, with only his eyebrows closed. The room frowned again, and the person shivered slightly, as if he was extremely uncomfortable, and kept leaning on him, trying to find a trace of warmth.

Ning Jian stared blankly at that pale face for a long time, and finally stretched out her hand slowly, hugging Su Yangui back.

It was so quiet that Ning Jian gradually became a little confused. After an unknown amount of time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and he sat up all of a sudden, turned over in embarrassment and fell to the ground.

At the same time as his feet hit the ground, the door was pushed open.

Standing outside the door were Murong Lin and Jing Shi.

Jing Shi was travel-stained, with snow still on his shoulders, but his eyes were extremely sharp, he walked back and forth on Ning Jian and Su Yangui before silently walking to the bedside.

Ning Jian grabbed her clothes and hurriedly hid aside, staring at Jing Shi, not daring to say a word.

Murong Lin raised his eyebrows and stood behind Jing Shi with his arms crossed.

Jing Shi tested the temperature on Su Yangui's forehead, rolled his eyes and mouth, felt his pulse, then still silently took out his close-fitting cloth bag and began to give Su Yangui a needle.

"Jin Zi...how is it?" The silence seemed to make Murong Lin nervous, he glanced at Ning Jian, and asked Jing Shi anxiously.

"Not good." Jing Shi spit out the two words with no expression on his face. There was no ups and downs in his tone, but it made the two words look heavy.

Ning Jian immediately grasped the dagger at his waist.

He didn't want to attack anyone, and he didn't even know who he could vent to, but at that moment, he was so panicked that he could only grab his sword, as if that would make him stronger.

Jing Shi glanced at him coldly, and still stabbed steadily one by one.

"The poison in his body is too overbearing. If the poison cannot be detoxified, the longer it takes, the more severe the damage will be to the body, and the weaker the body will be. The colder the weather, the easier it is to get sick... Once sick, it will make the body weaker, The weaker the body, the easier it is for the poison in the body to cause damage, and this cycle, I'm afraid..."

At the end of Jing Shi's speech, he finally frowned slightly, causing the hearts of the two people beside him to sink at the same time.

"What can I do?" Ning Jian asked directly.

Jing Shi glanced at him, then at Murong Lin, and said for a while, "You just need to take good care of him. He was not in good health, and now a little cold might kill him. You should understand that .”

Ning Jian was stunned, then felt guilty for no reason.

He didn't know how much Jing Shi knew, but Su Yangui's health was not good. To a large extent, it was due to the root cause of his illness from being tortured when he was a child.He later spent many years laying the foundation for Su Yangui, but he still couldn't make up for it all.

Jing Shi's sentence seemed to be a clear reproach, the poison on Su Yangui's body was due to him, and Su Yangui's poor health was also due to him.

At this moment, Jing Shi added another sentence: "Also, you'd better remember what you promised us back then."

Ning Jian was stunned again, and Jing Shi had already continued on his own: "If Xiao Su finds out your identity, please leave immediately. Don't think that this agreement will be invalid after a long time. What consequences will some actions have? Well, let me think it through!"

Hearing the sternness in Jing Shi's words, Ning Jian's heart trembled slightly, and she nodded after a while: "I understand."

He slowly put his left hand away behind him.It was the hand that hugged Su Yangui just now, and it seemed that the warmth of that person still remained on it, but now he knew that this was not allowed.

Murong Lin seemed to be frightened by Jing Shi's sudden seriousness, and it took him a while to gently tug at the corner of his clothes. Jing Shi took a breath, put his things away, and strode out of the room without saying anything.

The night of that day seemed very long, Su Yangui never woke up, Jing Shi gave him injections three times in a row, and the high fever gradually subsided until the next morning.

Ning Jian stayed on guard all night, but Murong Lin seemed to be a little soft-hearted, and brought a little girl to replace him.

Ning Jian stood blankly outside the room door, looking at the closed door, refusing to leave even one step.

Murong Lin looked at the side for a while, finally sighed, and pulled him out for a while, and brought him to his room.

When the servant served hot tea, he poured a cup and handed it to Ning Jian. Ning Jian took it slowly, as if she didn't understand what Murong Lin was doing.

"You don't have to be overly nervous because of Jing Shi's words." Murong Lin paused, and said with a wry smile, "That guy is actually angry with himself, and then blamed you."

Ning Jian raised her eyes to look at him, becoming more and more bewildered.

"Xiao Su took the poison from him." Murong Lin sighed again, "At that time, Xiao Su said that he wanted to tamper with the jade pendant, so he took the poison from him."

Ning Jian frowned slowly.

However, Murong Lin deliberately ignored the killing intent that appeared on his body and then disappeared, and continued: "I have had several pieces of jade worn out, and the jade pieces that have been ground into powder are stained with poison and covered on the jade pendant, and then reapplied. Grinding. We all thought he was using it against treasure hunters...never thought he was using it on himself."

Ning Jian opened her mouth, paused again, and finally managed to force out a sentence: "The jade pendant... has already fallen into my hands."

Murong Lin glanced at him, shook his head, and there was a trace of disdain in his laughter.

However, Ning Jian seemed to feel that there was something driving her to continue speaking: "I made an appointment with someone to play a play and trick him into taking me into the place where the treasure is hidden... After he knew it, he took the jade back again. ,Then……"

His words stopped abruptly, and Murong Lin didn't ask any more questions, and the room fell silent all of a sudden, the almost deadly silence was almost suffocating.

Ning Jian gradually became embarrassed, and after a long while, she finally put down the cup in her hand, and ran out of the room: "I... I'll go back and see him..."

Murong Lin didn't stop him, but looked at Ning Jian's back, and slowly raised his lips.

When Ning Jian walked to the courtyard where Su Yangui's room was located, she heard a noise coming from inside. Ning Jian was startled, and ran over quickly. As soon as she opened the door, she felt something thrown towards her.

He subconsciously turned sideways to dodge, and then heard Su Yangui's voice shouting: "I can't hear you clearly, get out! Don't talk to me!"

"Master Su, this medicine..."

"I can't hear clearly, I can't hear clearly..." Su Yangui had already woken up, but she seemed a little out of control. She yelled twice, then lay there gasping for breath, and it took a while for her to calm down, and her voice was also weak Go down, "I can't hear what you are saying, you go out."

There was obvious depression in the words, as if he was trying his best not to lose his temper.

But the little girl's eyes were already red, and she stood there trembling with the medicine in her hand, trying to make her voice louder: "Mr. Su, you must take this medicine."

Su Yangui just gritted his teeth and pushed away the quilt covering his body, and finally covered his face slowly, without saying a word.

The little girl stood at a loss, Ning Jian finally came to her senses, walked over quickly, and grabbed the medicine in her hand: "I'll do it."

His tone was so forceful that the little girl subconsciously took a step back and stared at him blankly.

Ning Jian put the medicine aside, grabbed Su Yangui's hand, pulled it off his face, and wrote on it: "Take the medicine."

Su Yangui shook off his hand and shrank into the quilt, but remained silent.

"Master Su..." The little girl panicked even more when she realized that Ning Jian was helpless.

Ning Jian just stopped her: "You go out first."

"But this medicine..."

"go out!"

Shocked by his sound, the little girl finally retreated obediently. Ning Jian sat down beside the bed, and stubbornly grabbed Su Yangui's hand.

Su Yangui struggled for a while, but was weak because of his body, and finally turned his head away giving up.

Ning Jian wrote on his hand again: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Su Yangui nodded, then shook his head after a while.

Ning Jian already understood what he meant.It's uncomfortable, but it's okay, he can bear it.

With a faint pain in his heart, he wrote again: "Take medicine."

Su Yangui hesitated for a while, then nodded slowly.

Ning Jianjian helped him up and fed the medicine in mouthful by mouthful.

Su Yangui didn't resist any more, and obediently finished the medicine before saying, "I want to go outside."

"It's snowing outside."

Su Yangui showed a hint of disappointment, and sat there without saying a word.

Ning Jian wanted him to lie down and continue to rest, but seeing the disappointment, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she sat on the bed with him and subconsciously held his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Yangui suddenly asked, "Did the emperor change?"

Ning Jian was shocked, and turned her head to look at Su Yangui, completely speechless.

He still remembered Su Yangui's reaction when Jing Shi talked about similar topics with Su Yangui.He didn't know if the current Su Yangui could bear such a toss.

However, the person who asked this question was Su Yangui himself.

Hearing no response, Su Yangui didn't become irritable, but raised his voice and repeated again: "Ah Feng, has the emperor changed?"

The sound of "Ah Feng" brought Ning Jian back from his thoughts, he tried his best to suppress the trembling of his hands, and wrote the word "Yes" in Su Yangui's palm.

Su Yangui was silent for a long time, and then said again: "The emperor has changed, the other princes...should also be crowned kings, right? Tell me, okay?"

Ning Jian hesitated for a moment, and finally wrote the word "yes" on his palm.He didn't know much about the results of the other brothers, and after thinking for a long time, he simply wrote down the few people he vaguely remembered.

Su Yangui patiently figured out what he wrote, but often couldn't distinguish it once, and Ning Jian always repeated it again and again.

It wasn't until Ning Jian stopped for a long time that Su Yangui slightly turned his head towards him and asked, "Where's Ning Jian?"

Ning Jian's heart skipped a beat, and then she remembered Jing Shi's words, the words "If Xiao Su finds out your identity, please leave immediately" became his shackles.

"Relegated to common people."

Su Yangui didn't respond immediately, but after a while, he said: "Can you write it again?"

Ning Jian pursed her lips, watching the trembling of her fingertips.

"Relegated to common people."

A long silence followed.

Ning Jian lowered her eyes and slowly curled her fingers.

Then he heard Su Yangui's voice, with a hint of aggressiveness: "Where's Feng Ningxuan?"

──What if you accidentally find out?

──I will leave immediately.

──If Xiao Su finds out your identity, please leave immediately.

Ning Jian's hands were clenched into fists, and the joints were slightly white. He didn't wait for Su Yangui to ask him a second time, then he slowly let go of his fist, and wrote stroke by stroke in Su Yangui's palm: "Dead!" .”

"What did you write?"

Su Yangui's voice was very calm, as if he really just couldn't figure it out, and asked if he wanted him to write it again, only the last word revealed a trace of unease.

Ning Jian felt that the trembling in her hands gradually disappeared.

"Feng Ningxuan is dead."

Su Yangui opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything after all.

Ning Jian waited for a while, then slowly let go of his hand, picked up the quilt that Su Yangui pushed away just now, and covered him again.

The snow fell silently outside the window, and the room was so quiet that each other's breathing could be heard clearly, and time passed silently.

"Then he must be very sad."

It was as if everything came to an abrupt end with this sound, all the peace and illusion were broken, and the things that had been suppressed for a long time poured out, and the wound that was thought to be insignificant clearly ached at this moment.

The moment tears overflowed from her eyes, Ning Jian finally let out a very soft sob and cried.