dead in winter

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Dao Qing's voice was stuck in his throat, and he looked at the two people fighting in mid-air, looking a little aggrieved. Of course, it didn't take long for this aggrieved to end with Wen Shuojing crashing to the ground

Dao Qing squatted halfway between the tree trunks and looked at the two people below. He was in a dilemma for a while. One was the man in chains who was still standing there, motionless. Jing didn't look well, his face was as pale as the moonlight, and he fell into the deep pit covered in blood. He had to go down to save him, but he couldn't beat the people below...

Dao Qing's face was ugly, watching Wen Shuojing continue to vomit blood, and remembered the young man's exhortation in his ears, he gritted his teeth, performed light kung fu, and quickly moved down, raised a few poisonous thorns with one hand, took a deep breath, and slowly approached the chain man…

The disheveled man paused slightly, turned his head slightly to the side, revealing half of his pale side face, which looked a little familiar under the moonlight, Dao Qing paused, took a closer look, some unbelievable blurt out

"Uncle Guan, why are you here!!!"

Guan Yali was hunched, his tall body trembled slightly, coughed a few times for a while, and looked sideways at Daoqing with some difficulty, and there was an awkward atmosphere surrounding him when his eyes met.

... Ye Xiao flew over with flapping wings and landed on Guan Yali's shoulder. His round head was slightly bent, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Wen Shuojing on the ground. In the lonely forest, it seemed extraordinarily quiet. Guan Yali's calm He touched Ye Xiao's head, turned around and said coldly, "Why are you here?"

"I... let's not talk about this first, Uncle Guan, why did you hurt him?" Dao Qing lowered his head and tightened his hood tightly, exposing his white chin, glanced at Wen Shuojing on the ground, and changed the subject stiffly

Seeing his obvious behavior, Guan Yali knew it well, and didn't poke him. He sneered, and said to himself, "He's been poisoned too deeply. Only in this way can the poison in his body be forced out, but it can't be done." Get rid of it completely." Guan Yali glanced at the chain wrapped around his wrist, his eyes were deep, and he walked forward to help Wen Shuojing who was already unconscious.

"You also know about Ji Xiang's poison. There is no solution. This pill can only protect him for twelve hours. If no one develops an antidote for twelve hours, he will surely die." Guan Yali stuffed a pill into the temperature. In Shuo Jing's mouth, he forced him to swallow it. The man in a coma was still as beautiful as jade, and his handsome locks could not stop the shocking beauty. Guan Yali's eyes became colder the more he looked at him. Gradually pressed towards the man's throat, pinched gently, and slowly tightened...

Dao Qing suddenly yelled "Uncle Guan!"

Suddenly a big hand as white as jade stretched out and grasped Guan Yali's wrist, the shackles fell to the ground, Guan Yali turned his head.

Although the man was delirious and his eyes were dull, he still lifted Guan Yali's hand from his neck calmly, with such force that it could crush the bones of his wrist. Guan Yali stared at him for a moment, his expression gradually faded. Complicated, the light in his eyes changed several times, and Dao Qing, who was watching, didn't dare to speak, he could only look nervously at Wen Shuojing on the ground, with a solemn face

"Your Highness called you here, right?" Guan Yali let go of his hand. Seeing that the man fell into a coma again, he didn't move anymore. He turned his head to look at Dao Qing again. The latter nodded coldly. Guan Yali's face was paralyzed. A trace of disappointment flashed across his face, and it was fleeting. Dao Qing suspected that he was a little dazzled, and when he looked again, he returned to his usual posture

"Uncle Guan, why are you here?" Dao Qing stepped forward, grabbed Wen Shuojing's collar and dragged him a step back, wondering, when there were gradually soft footsteps not far away, and Dao Qing with keen ears His face changed, and he put the man on his back, his expression was a little nervous

The two listened sideways for a while, Guan Yali looked at Dao Qing's vigilance, turned around and tied the chain that fell on the ground back to his hand, and said flatly, "Do you think my little Highness will be safe if I am taken away?" He choked, and shut his mouth for a moment.

"Don't worry, I'm still alive and well, but you two, you must take good care of him and act carefully," Guan Yali ordered calmly with his head bowed.

"You don't need to be reminded by Uncle Guan, we will protect His Royal Highness." Dao Qing couldn't help pushing back, his ears moved, and when he heard footsteps coming closer and closer behind him, he turned his head anxiously to Guan Yali and said, "Uncle Guan , we had to go"

The biting cold wind pierced through the sound of "Woo~", Guan Yali listened for a moment, then flew back suddenly, his figure looming like a ghost, Dao Qing vaguely heard him say "Southeast direction, straight Walk thirty steps, fly into the sky, and comprehend the rest by yourself." After finishing speaking, the voice dissipated, the sound of the chains flew into the distance, the clanging sound quickly disappeared, and the night owl flew into the sky, screaming ear-piercingly...

Behind Dao Qing, Guan Yali's figure had disappeared into the woods, so he nodded and quickly disappeared into the forest. His black clothes covered the figures of the two of them. Dao Qing murmured in a low voice, "You'd better not Die easily, otherwise my trip is really worthless..."

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The weather in early spring was very comfortable, and the servants of the other courtyards in the suburbs were all wearing light spring clothes. Unfortunately, Wen Shu still looked disgusted and his face was pale. Thin, Dao Heng held his abnormally cold hand, and said worriedly, "Can we not go to see him?"

Wen Shu pulled out his hand, took out the handkerchief and coughed in a low voice, the blood soaked into the handkerchief, Wen Shu took a few breaths with difficulty, quietly held the handkerchief in his hand, and gave Dao Heng a tender look, his eyes were close to With pity, he opened his mouth softly, "No, if I had been killed long ago, I wouldn't have to think about these things, but I'm still alive, so I should go and confess to him"

The air outside the window was fresh and the sun was shining brightly, but Wen Shu still felt his body was abnormally cold, as if it was still in the cold winter. Looking at Dao Heng who was staring at him, Wen Shu touched his head and said softly, "I should go."

Daoheng let go of his hand regretfully, had no choice but to give up, said "cut", stood up and sat on the table beside him, casually took out a branch and leaf from a potted plant, stuffed it into his mouth, crossed his legs and hesitated.

"Your Highness, you are too soft-hearted. Everything that should be used should be used well. There is no right or wrong. You have to plead guilty. If you kill it, it will be over..." Wen Shu raised his mottled hand After looking at it, my mind was blank for a moment, and I said helplessly, "You mean that even I will be counted?"

"No, no, no, I didn't say that." Dao Heng jumped off the table in shock, and hurried to Wen Shu to show his loyalty

"Your Highness, you are the savior of our brothers, how could we plan on you?" Besides, we can't calculate, Dao Heng secretly said, with a bright smile on his face, Wen Shu glanced at him sideways, Dao Heng tried his best He seemed to be very sincere, blinked, Wen Shu turned his head, covered his mouth, and said with a little distaste, "Your face should be changed, it's all wrinkled."

"Ai? Is that so?" Instead of looking at Daoheng's strange cry, Wen Shu recalled the first time he met them, when he was five years old and living on a barren mountain, Ji Yan brought twenty secret agents of different ages Wen Shu was asked by the hidden guards in the guard camp to choose a few for personal protection, among them were Dao Heng, Dao Qing and Guan Yali...

Wen Shu had no choice when he was young, but in the end Ji Yan kept the first Guan Yali to serve him personally, but actually to monitor him. A year later, Wen Shu secretly rescued Dao Heng and Dao Qing who were still alive at the mass grave in the mountain behind the Dark Guard Camp. Later, by coincidence, two hidden guards were forcibly selected, making a total of five.

Two of them died protecting Wen Shu in the year of the famine and in the Northern Wilderness. The scar on Dao Qing's face was also scratched by soldiers who wanted to rape him on the way to the Northern Wilderness. People are also Wen Shu's strongest backing, and they are no longer Ji Yan's lackeys. It's a pity for those two who have passed away... Wen Shu lowered his head and thought, feeling sad in his heart

Ming Fan walked in at this moment, and said with a soft smile, "Come with me, Young Master Wen"

Saying goodbye to Dao Heng, ignoring his mischief and rolling, Wen Shu forcibly refused to let him follow. On the way between the two of them, when they passed the small bridge, Ming Fan glanced at the goldfish in the pond, and said inadvertently, "Mr. Wen, what else do you want to say?" What?" Wen Shu glanced at her bright yellow dress, and pressed her dry lips tightly for a moment

"Repay kindness with kindness, repay grievances with grievances, there is nothing to explain"

"Young Master Gao Ming" Ming Fan's smile remained unchanged, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes

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Walking to Wen Shuo Jingyuan, there are many rockeries, pavilions, pavilions, and flowing water. I am afraid that the general's mansion will not give way. They have no time to take care of the beautiful scenery next to them. The two slowly approach the wing along the corridor, which is the closest to the wing. The woman in the black dress sitting on the long steps beside the corridor looked back, her eyes were sharp, and Wen Shu couldn't see her face clearly through the black veil, but her intuition told him that the woman hated him...

Mingyue always wears the same dress, the black dress is extremely plain, without any color.

It is in stark contrast to the beautifully dressed, one set of clothes and jewelry a day, and the bright and complex makeup that is so delicate.

Mingyue stepped forward, nodded to Ming Fan without saying a word, pushed open the door and made a gesture of raising his hand, Ming Fan straightened his slightly messy hair, then turned around and said, "Let's go in, Young Master Wen." Shu nodded, and stepped inside, ignoring Mingyue's murderous eyes

The interior of the room is extremely simple. There are only a few swords in the outer room, hanging on the wall, a set of tables and chairs, and a set of chessboards. Walking into the inner room, the inner room is more refined, with small couch, screen, desk and large pear wood The person lying on the bed...

Wen Shu's heart stopped for a moment. When he came, he felt that he should be able to deal with it calmly, and even plainly told how he used him, and once wanted to use Ji Yan's hand to get rid of him, but he found that he seemed to be wrong. Oh... how wrong!

Wen Shu stood in the same place, motionless, suddenly a great sense of panic emerged in his heart, and it intensified, gradually giving birth to a ferocious beast, which rushed towards him with its teeth and claws...

Ming Fan stepped forward, opened the curtain and hung it lightly, then felt his pulse, not caring about Wen Shu behind him, and closed his eyes lightly with a rare and serious expression, the room was quiet, only the breeze blowing through and knocking on the window sound…

Wen Shu took a step back and looked at the equally handsome and extremely pale man on the bed with a pale face. As the bed curtain was lifted, he gradually saw the whole picture of the man clearly

He was wearing an inner garment, with a brocade quilt covering his chest. Only his exposed chest undulated slightly and floated slowly. There were streaks of purple patterns on his exposed neck, which permeated through the blood vessels and faintly penetrated upwards on the surface of his body. It's going to spread to the face

Clenching his sweaty hands, Wen Shu barely swallowed the bloody feeling in his throat, and asked hoarsely, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that he was hit by Zimei?" Before Ming Fan responded, he said to himself, "That's right, you Strong in martial arts but suddenly fell into a coma, I should have guessed that it is not some kind of poison that can be easily cured...but why didn't I guess?"

Wen Shu took another step back, with a pained expression, stretched out his thin right hand to cover his entire face, lost in confusion, Wen Shu said, "Obviously he wasn't hurt, why is his heart hurting so much?"