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Winter is coming, and it is snowing heavily, covering everything everywhere.

Azheji and his subordinates were discussing winter defense in the room. The small tribes next to them were always ready to move. Every winter, they would try to find a way to sneak attack. Not long ago, Azheji heard that some tribes had formed allies and might attack them. , so they must be vigilant and protect their people.

After arranging the defense of each part, Azheji glanced at them suddenly and asked with a frown.

"Where's Yelu?"

Yelu is his younger brother and a man in the clan, so he should also join the team of protecting the clan when he becomes an adult.

He is brave and good at fighting, and Azheji believes that he will definitely be a good fighter.

In the past, Yelu had long clamored to go to the front to kill the enemy, why did he not know where to go when he was needed the most?

They looked at each other, and after a while, one of them replied uncertainly.

"I seem to have seen him go into the woods to the north this morning."

Woods to the north?

As soon as Azheji's heart moved, he knew why he was going there.

There are many wild animals in the forest in the north, and the wild animals are fierce, but the skins that are peeled off are most suitable for heating in winter.

Their family is strong and strong, not afraid of the severe cold, and Yelu doesn't bother to exchange fur for money, and now they go to Beilin in person, only because of Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei.

Azheji restrained himself from remembering this name for a long time, but now that he was chanting it silently, cold snow water poured out of his heart like a frozen crack.

He collected himself and planned to go to Yelu to arrange the task alone after a while.

It was getting dark, and guessing that Yelu should be back, Azheji got out of his business and went to Yelu's residence.

The snake in the cave gradually went into hibernation, and there was no movement when he came in. The cave was so quiet that only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

Azheji knocked on the door, but no one responded after waiting for a while.

Is Yelu not here?

If Yelu wasn't there, Jiang Fei should be there too, why didn't he make a sound, did something happen?

Unreasonable worries became more and more serious, and Azheji couldn't help pushing open the door, and walked in hurriedly.

Only Jiang Fei is here.

But he didn't hear the knock, not because he was asleep, but because he was drunk.

The empty wine jugs on the ground were scattered here and there, and when they touched Azheji's approaching toes, they rolled a few times.

The thick and mellow smell of wine permeates the air, just smelling it makes people feel intoxicated.

Azheji remembered that not long ago he had seen Yelu frequently go to the market alone to buy a lot of wine. He asked casually, and Yelu replied that drinking spirits would keep him warm in winter.

He didn't say it all, and Azheji knew it was because Jiang Fei was afraid of the cold.

He endured it, and said in a polite tone that Jiang Fei was once seen by a doctor, and his body was more shy of the cold than ordinary people. Although Yelu didn't say anything, he must have listened to it.

This is not a suitable place for Central Plains people to live in. He forced Jiang Fei to stay here, and he needed to spend thousands of times to make him live comfortably. No wonder he went hunting in the North Forest.

In the past, he would come back quickly when he went to hunt wild animals in the northern forest, but this time he didn't show up until dark. I don't know if it was because he wanted to hunt more wild beasts, or because the wild beasts were hard to deal with, and he was injured.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, but Azheji didn't set off immediately to look for Yelu.

He approached, stopped by the bed, and called softly.

"Jiang Fei."

Perhaps because of drinking too much strong alcohol, Jiang Fei didn't feel cold anymore in this cold cave. He lay on the bed with the quilt only piled up to his waist and only a thin underwear on his back.

He leaned on the back of his hand, looked at Azheji vacantly, with a blush on his face, and smiled drunkenly.

The snake deed on his body seemed to be a little redder, and it grew fiercely and gorgeously on his snow-white skin. His eyes were burning and his heart was startled. Azheji couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch a snake scale on the snake deed.

The moment his fingertips touched his skin, his heart went numb.

And Jiang Fei trembled even more in response, gasped in a low voice as if frightened, but came to grab the corner of his clothes again, calling out vaguely.

"Yelly..."

He raised his eyes to look at Azheji, but he couldn't tell that the person in front of him was not Yelu at all, but Azheji who was somewhat similar to Yelu.

Realizing that he mistook himself for Yelu, Azheji froze.

The dangling hand was about to be withdrawn as if awakened, but Jiang Fei was like a snake. She pressed her cheek against his rough and cool back of his hand, and looked at him with eyes full of water hooks while flattering her. Sticky as if about to cry.

"Yelu, hug me, I'm cold."

He was cold, but he didn't see all kinds of thick bedding piled up next to him, he just stared straight at Azheji, as if Azheji was the only antidote that could warm him.

And Azheji saw him crawling closer to him, dazedly licking his knuckles with the tip of his tongue, his whole body was shocked, and he slammed back to avoid it.

Feeling very puzzled by his alienation, Jiang Fei looked at him blankly, and after a few seconds, he fell down on the bed unhappily, as if he was blushing and holding back the cry, his black pupils gradually glistened with water .

Like a thirsty man looking at an oasis, he sobbed softly, with some aggrieved annoyance.

"You bullied me again."

Turning his back in anger, his black hair was scattered, and Azheji could only see a little scarlet snake deed.

He was still stuck in the daze just now and couldn't extricate himself, staring straight at Jiang Fei's back.

Why did Jiang Fei look like this after not seeing her for so many days?

Delicate and soft, the tips of the brows and the corners of the eyes are full of drunken femininity, soaked in a pure and slutty style, as if she has become a beautiful snake, which makes people fascinated.

Azheji's mouth suddenly became parched, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and his licked knuckles were trembling uncontrollably.

He approached slowly as if caught in his mind, reached out to touch Jiang Fei's shoulder, and spoke in a low voice with difficulty.

"I'm Azheji, not Yelu."

The closer you go, the stronger the aroma of the wine.

When Jiang Fei turned to look at him, he also seemed to be drunk with Azheji.

When he muttered to call himself Yelu again, Yelu stood there in a daze and did not refute again.

Jiang Fei took his hand and tugged without any strength, and Azheji fell forward in a daze.

The face that haunted him suddenly approached, and Jiang Fei's low panting/breathing breath rushed towards him, and Azheji was completely disturbed as if he had entered the fog barrier in the deep forest.

Jiang Fei looked at him with half-closed eyes, showing a languid smile, and kissed his lips as if begging for water.

Arms wrapped around Azheji's neck, and he was firmly bound.

The subordinates who searched for Azheji to no avail found Yelu's residence and shouted anxiously outside the door.

"Patriarch! Yelu's horse has run back, but Yelu hasn't come back yet!"

Through the door panel, it took a few seconds for Azheji to speak out. His steady voice was mixed with imperceptible panting.

"You gather some clansmen and go to Beilin to find Yelu first, and bring out my horse, and I will go to him myself later."

The subordinates who took the order hurried out. After the sound of footsteps completely disappeared, Azheji just looked down at the delirious Jiang Fei, and the snake sign on his shoulder was particularly dazzling.

He stared at the snake deed for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to cover it, and his palm sank into the warm skin, as if he wanted to forcefully goug out that patch of redness.

Pained by such shackles, Jiang Fei struggled weakly a few times, opened his wet eyes with difficulty, and begged him softly with sobs.

"No...no more, Yelu..."

He was looking at Azheji, but from the beginning to the end, he never really saw Azheji.

Azheji's eyes darkened, and he leaned over to kiss away his tears, rubbed the tip of his nose tenderly, and then held his lips with great nostalgia.

After a while, he slowly let go of the exhausted Jiang Fei, picked up the scattered clothes and put them on.

Tucking Jiang Fei into the quilt to rest, he left silently.

The horse was waiting outside. He turned on the horse, looked at the dark and cold night with a sinking face, and raised the rein.

"drive!"

The author has something to say: so many babies like Xiaofeifei, I am so moved.

I will try my best to update it every day! (Although this chapter is a bit short QAQ