Sima Ying was just stunned for a moment, then she strode over and pulled up Yang Xianrong, who was sitting in front of the fire, and held her tightly in her arms, very hard. His whole body was shaking, his heart was beating wildly, and at one point, tears flowed out.
Yang Xianrong's dress was dry. When I lowered my head and smelled it, there was actually a little fragrance from between her collars. Perhaps because she disliked long hair being too obstructive, she used a long silk to tie her hair into a man's crown on top of her head, which turned out to be very pretty.
It was probably too much force, and Yang Xianrong twisted a few times in his arms to express discomfort. But Sima Ying hugged her even tighter, fearing that this person would disappear if he let go, and that everything was just his illusion, a fantasy in the deep forest on a rainy night. Maybe the real thousand-year-old fox demon turned into a human and came to kill him.
It was really a long, long time. Yang Xianrong's whole body was pressed into his arms, with the same amplitude as his breathing. Because of her height, her ears were always close to Sima Ying's heart. , listening to his heartbeat changing from frantic to quiet, and then to the extremely powerful "dong dong dong" sound, she asked in a muffled voice: "Your Majesty, my foot is sprained. It hurts to stand like this."
"What?" Sima Ying was shocked to realize that Yang Xianrong had been standing leaning on him, her whole body was soft and limp, and she had no strength. He let go, but Yang Xianrong was unsteady and seemed about to fall. He immediately hugged her again and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
"Of course, it's miserable to be hungry, cold and injured." Yang Xianrong's voice was soft, a bit coquettish, but also teasing, which made Sima Ying a little at a loss. He looked down at the delicate woman in his arms, his eyes were all about her and he could no longer look away.
"How about I help you sit down slowly?" He was now extremely cautious, fearing that he would crush her if he used too much force.
"It's not that delicate. It's just a sprained foot. It should be a twisted tendon. It'll be fine in two days." Yang Xianrong used his strength to sit down again.
Now Sima Yingcai looked at her carefully and found that she had indeed lost some weight, and her face had become sharper. There were also dark circles under his eyes, and there was even a patch of dirt on his face, probably because the ashes from the burning branches had rubbed onto his face. He didn't avoid suspicion at all now, and stretched out his hand to wipe her face.
Yang Xianrong didn't react for a while, looking at him with wide eyes, and then laughed again, "May I ask how the prince found this place? Where are the others?"
"Don't ask me, ask you first, what happened?" Sima Ying finally regained some of her rationality, but her hand was still on Yang Xianrong's face, wiping this side, then that side, and finally again She began to straighten her hair, as if she were wiping a beloved carved gold bottle, carefully and conscientiously.
"If I said I wanted to run away, would you believe it?" Yang Xianrong didn't show any shyness at all, he just looked at Sima Ying. Sima Ying also looked at her, with a calm look in her eyes, but her hand was a little stronger, pinching her cheek, and said angrily: "Believe it, I believe whatever you say."
"Oh oh oh, it hurts." Yang Xianrong did not open his hand, but moved closer to him, and finally plunged into his arms, but then quickly leaned back, "Do you want to take off your clothes first?" clothing?"
"Huh?" Small flames appeared in Sima Ying's eyes, short and bright.
"It's wet and cold."
Yang Xianrong wanted to reach out and touch his heart again, but he grabbed his hand and pressed it on his heart, "It's hot here."
What he said was a pun. Yang Xianrong finally stopped acting coquettishly and sighed, "My lord, please warm yourself up by the fire first and be careful to get cold."
"Okay." This time, Sima Ying finally let go of her hand and quickly took off all the wet clothes on her body. Although Yang Xianrong had some difficulty standing, she still helped him put down all the clothes. Next to the fire, on a makeshift stand made of thick wooden branches.
Yang Xianrong also took off his coat and put it on Sima Ying, saving him from being naked, which was really an eyesore. Sima Ying was actually extremely calm now and no longer said: It was against the rules. Instead, she put on her coat very naturally. It was a little too small, but it was wearable.
Yang Xian tolerated his laughter and turned over the branches of the bonfire again so that they could burn brighter. Without thinking, Sima Ying sat next to her and reached out to help her pull two sticks from the firewood pile nearby and threw them into the small bonfire.
"I wanted to run, but I didn't think about it completely. Otherwise, why would I still be here now?" The forest in the dark night was silent except for the crackling sound of the bonfire. A man and a woman alone are crowded together in a hunter's shed that is very poorly written, which is even more ambiguous. Therefore, when speaking, there is a lot more emotion and tenderness.
Sima Ying said nothing, just looked at her quietly.
"If I really run away, will you kill Zhang Liang and the others?"
"meeting."
"Will He Jiunian also kill?"
"meeting."
"Aren't you afraid that Sima Lun will kill you?"
"Don't be afraid, because I will kill him."
"...He is also your uncle after all, right?"
"Why did you run away?" Sima Ying still asked, looking at Yang Xianrong very seriously, "What do you know? Or, what did you encounter?"
"Sima Lun wants to rebel." Yang Xianrong held back for a long time before saying this, and looked at Sima Ying cautiously, still a little timid.
Sima Ying looked at her little appearance and felt pain in her heart. All of these Sima family members are going to rebel, not just Sima Lun, in fact he also wants to rebel. Because this Sima Zhong was so incompetent that he made the country of Jin Dynasty a mess. Plus, who doesn’t want to have rights? His father liked him so much back then. He even grew up beside the emperor and handled so many government affairs with him. Why couldn't he be the emperor?
He thought this way, where are the other brothers and uncles? How could they be willing to obey the command of a fool? It has been ten years since the late emperor passed away, and the remaining power has long since dissipated. The days of Jia Nanfeng's family showing off their power are also over. Why not "the most capable person gets the upper hand"?
He was unwilling to do so.
However, at this moment, he suddenly hesitated.
Because his goal has always been to overthrow the idiot emperor, but he did not expect that this little girl who had only appeared for less than half a year would firmly occupy his eyes and slowly occupy an increasingly larger place in his heart. The location was such that he would rather risk walking through the jungle late at night to look for it.
Actually, isn't it better to let her go?
However, he couldn't bear to let go.
