Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

An Xining did encounter that group of soldiers.

At that time, he was carried by Ta Yan to the barracks with his whole body weak, but he didn't run very far when he saw soldiers from the Xiao clan walking in his direction.

More than a dozen people, although not many, but given his current situation, there was no chance of winning head-on. Even with Ta Yan, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to retreat unscathed.

So An Xi calmed down and urged Ta Yan to run towards the dense forest not far away.

After resting in the dense forest for nearly an hour, the medicinal properties in An Xining's body gradually dissipated, and he finally regained some strength, but the wound on his shoulder lost too much blood, which made his face a little pale.

Supported by a sword, he walked to Ta Yan's side, reached out and patted its long neck: "Xiao Hei, you saved my Highness's life this time, and I will reward you for your merits and deeds when you get back. Burn a pot of black beans for you." You eat enough."

Ta Yan snorted, looking very satisfied.

Just as An Xining was getting on his horse, a human voice could be heard in the distance.

"It's fucking unlucky. I used to bet well in the military camp, but I was pulled out to beat the Xia army. I almost died on the battlefield."

"Come on, don't complain, it's good enough that we can talk now, and you don't think about those dead brothers."

"It is true to say so, but we deserters, if we go back to the camp, will we be dealt with by military law? If the eldest prince is in a bad mood, we will die without knowing how to die."

"Eh? There is someone in front, brothers, go and have a look."

While speaking, several Xiao clan soldiers ran to An Xining, drew their knives and stared at him.

"Brothers," a burly young man said with a sneer, "do you know who this is? This is the general of the Xia army. As long as you kill him and take his head to meet the eldest prince, let alone running away, you will be punished." , maybe we can still confer rewards."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Hearing the voice, it was obviously the little soldier who was cursing as soon as he opened his mouth.

There was sarcasm in An Xining's eyes, even with these little guys, he dared to say that he wanted to take his life.

He took off the long sword, held a sword flower in his hand, and was about to give it a go, but the soldiers of the Xiao clan who rushed towards him flew back as if they had been hit by something, and fell to the ground fiercely, spitting out blood.

There was a sound of breaking through the sky above, An Xining looked up subconsciously, and saw a man in white clothes descending from the sky, with his back to him, and only saw the white clothes win the snow, the sleeves of his clothes fluttering, like long black hair moving in the wind, Like a fairy descending to earth.

"Who are you, how dare you spoil the good things of the master!"

The man in white smiled contemptuously: "If you don't want to die, just get lost."

Those Xiao Clan soldiers who suffered a disadvantage also knew that a powerful character had come. Judging from the attack just now, even if they combined together, they might not necessarily be the opponent of the man in white in front of them. After winking at each other, they all got up and went run.

The man in white didn't chase after him, instead he turned to look at An Xining. His eyes were picturesque, his temperament was outstanding, his beautiful eyes looked at An Xining coldly, his light-colored thin lips parted slightly, and the words he uttered were not polite: "Why don't you So useless?"

An Xining had already stood on the spot in a daze, ignoring all the surrounding situations, only one thought recurred, his sub-painting appeared, his sub-painting finally appeared.

His mind was in a mess, he wanted to rush up and hug him, tell him how much he missed him, he wanted to kiss him, and tell him that in this life, he would never make him sad again.

It's just that he couldn't do it, his throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, he couldn't speak, he couldn't scream, his feet seemed to have taken root on the ground, he couldn't lift them so heavy, but no matter how much he controlled them, his eye sockets were sore and flushed. .

Zi Hua glanced at An Xining's blood-stained shoulder, his gaze sank, and he walked forward and said, "Find a cave to hide first, and this immortal will heal the injury on your shoulder."

An Xining still had a blank expression, his eyes were glued to Zihua's body, and he subconsciously asked, "Why are you looking for a cave?"

Zi Hua glanced at him lightly. Although there was no emotion in his eyes, An Xining just felt that he was being looked down upon. Sure enough, he heard Zi Hua's clear voice: "It's going to rain today, from here to It will take half an hour for the barracks, are you sure you can make it back?"

An Xining just asked casually, never thought that Zi Hua would answer him, and what he said clearly meant that he was worried that he would be injured and that it would be bad if he got caught in the rain.

Zi Hua cared so much about him!

An Xining became silly, staring at Zihua with frighteningly bright eyes, if there was a tail behind her, she would be wagging happily right now.

Not long after the two found a cave, the pouring rain poured down, accompanied by rumbling thunder, which was quite scary.

Zihua lit a fire in the cave, helped An Xining to sit down on the hay, and began to take off his clothes to heal his injuries.

Although it was stormy outside, An Xining felt unprecedented tranquility at this moment. The golden red firewood warmed the cold cave, and also cast a layer of warm light on Zihua's plain face.

His eyes focused on his wound, and his thick and long eyelashes were spread out like a fan, as if there were flames jumping on them, the beauty made him dazed.

In fact, since seeing Zi Hua today, An Xining has never been awake, as if he has fallen into the most real dream, so he dare not touch, dare not make a loud voice, dare not get excited, he is afraid of making a big move, and the dream When he woke up, his Zihua disappeared, and he was alone again.

Zi Hua cleaned up the wound for him, and in order not to arouse others' suspicion, he only stopped the bleeding hastily with tricks.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw An Xining staring at him again, with joy, confusion, guilt, and...deep pampering in his eyes.

Zi Hua looked away uncomfortably: "Why are you always staring at Ben Xian?"

An Xining laughed, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her eyes were filled with soft light: "Zi Hua, I'm happy, I'm so happy."

Zi Hua glanced at him, unwilling to waste any more time on this topic: "How do you know that this immortal is called Zi Hua?"

It seems that this reckless man has been calling his name since he saw his portrait, which is really strange.

The expression on An Xining's face seemed to be lit up, and even his body trembled a little: "Your name is Zi Hua, what a nice name."

Zihua was speechless. He always felt that there was a communication barrier between himself and this reckless man. Could this be the reason why smart people and idiots can't communicate happily?

After putting An Xining down without saying a word, Zi Hua walked to the other side and closed his eyes to meditate, but An Xining on the opposite side was restless and refused to fall asleep for a long time, staring at Zi Hua with his eyes open. , I was afraid that he would disappear again in the blink of an eye, the sweetness in my heart was unspeakable, as if it was about to overflow from my chest.

Although An Xining didn't open his mouth, no one would remain indifferent if he stared at him with scorching eyes. No matter how good his concentration was, Zi Hua couldn't be disturbed. He just felt that his gaze was like a substance, like a thousand nets trying to trap him firmly bound in between.

Staring at him impatiently, Zi Hua said, "If you keep staring at me, I will prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow."

Although threatened by Zihua, An Xining was still so happy that he would die, secretly thinking that his Zihua was so cute even when he was angry, he couldn't control it.

"Go to bed soon."

Zihua's cold voice came, tinged with embarrassment, An Xining didn't dare to make him anxious, but he was afraid that he would leave after falling asleep, so he asked anxiously: "Zihua, will you be here?" Are you here with me?"

Zihua came over with a sharp glance: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

An Xining smirked twice: "Zi Hua, I want you to accompany me, don't go."

Zihua snorted, didn't agree, and of course didn't object.

Satisfied, An Xining squinted his eyes and silently described Zihua's appearance, thinking about the expression he would have now, a smile could not help but fell into the corner of his mouth, and fell asleep unconsciously.

The cave is gloomy and cold, and it's late autumn now, coupled with the gusts of winter rain outside and the cold wind, even if a fire is made, it can't stand the chill.

An Xining was originally injured, and his body was weak, and Zihua didn't think of covering him with clothes, so he developed a high fever in the middle of the night.

In a daze, it seems to be dreaming, and the dream is chaotic, full of pictures from the previous life.

For a while, he and Zihua were rubbing each other's ears, he bit Ruyu's earlobe, and breathed out: "Wish to join hands with you until old age, go to the poor and fall to the underworld."

After a while, Zi Hua took Rui Er's hand, turned his back to him, and said decisively: "From now on, I will break up with Zi En and never see each other forever."

"No, don't, Zihua don't go, please don't go, I was wrong, I was really wrong, Zihua please don't go, Zihua, Zihua, I'm cold..."

An Xining kept mumbling, frowning but unable to wake up.

Although his voice was low, it was extremely clear in this empty cave.

Zi Hua raised his eyes to look at An Xining, his eyes were lighter than ordinary people, and there was a little distance between his brows and eyes, which made his whole person seem a little distant. In addition, he was far away from the world, and he had long blurred the concept of some people's sophistication, so Seeing An Xining's situation like this, he was a little puzzled.

But he was born transparent, seeing An Xining's flushed face and pained expression, and thinking of his wounds, he understood.

Standing up and coming to An Xining's side, his slender and fair hand covered his forehead. The abnormally high heat under his palm made Zihua frowned. He urged the immortal energy in his body to inject into An Xining's body, hoping to lower the temperature for him. body temperature.

An Xining was originally in the double sky of ice and fire, when suddenly a clear stream rushed in, forcefully dispelling all his aches and pains, making him very comfortable, and instinctively bowed towards the source of the clear stream.

Zi Hua patted his restless hairy head under his palm, and when he saw his face returned to normal, he got up and left, but he was hugged by the people around him, and murmured with his face against his sleeve: "Zi Hua, Don't go, I'm cold."

After all, Zihua is not a cold-blooded person, and after spending so many months with An Xining day and night, he can't forget the scene when he was robbed and killed by the man in black that day, An Xining rushed to embrace the painting scroll in his arms regardless of his own safety.

Sighing softly, Zi Hua didn't pull out his sleeves after all, but lay down beside An Xining peacefully, just as he was about to close his eyes, he found that the people around him wrapped their hands and feet around him, encircling him completely in his arms .

Zi Hua gritted her teeth hard, thinking in her heart that she didn't have the same knowledge as a sick reckless man, so she didn't throw An Xining out of the cave, and let him fall into a deep sleep in his arms.