An Xiyue felt strange, what was going on?
Suddenly, something even more miraculous happened to her. A woman wearing a green dress and a coarse cloth climbed up from the other side of the top of the mountain with a bag of medicine on her back. It was very difficult for her to climb, and she seemed to have fallen. .
An Xiyue looked at Nangong Yuanyi and rushed over without thinking, hugged her, rescued the woman, stared at the woman affectionately, and then said: "Girl, be careful."
An Xiyue suddenly felt a surge of discomfort in her heart, and anger seemed to erupt in her chest, "Nangong Yuanyi, didn't you just confess to me that you would love me, protect me, and love me all your life? What's going on now?"
At this time, the man in her eyes was just saving people, and she actually became jealous of it.
No matter how angry An Xiyue roared, no one responded to her. Could it be that she was treated as nothing? Everything Nangong Yuanyi did to her was false. Her fate was still the same as in her previous life, she would fall in love with the wrong person.
An Xiyue felt extremely uncomfortable, so why did he kiss her in front of so many people? Was it also fake?
"Yes, with Prince Nangong's demeanor and noble status, how could he only love himself?" An Xiyue murmured to himself.
He saw the girl smiling, her smile was extremely sweet and lovely, she had big eyes, pretty eyebrows, and a pretty face. Immediately, An Xiyue wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.
With eyes full of shock, An Xiyue finally saw the woman's face clearly. What shocked An Xiyue was that wasn't the woman herself? Why does he look exactly like me?
An Xiyue took another look at her clothes. She was also wearing a blue coarse cloth skirt, with her hair simply braided and casually hanging behind her back. This was exactly what she was wearing here and now.
An Xiyue finally realized that something was wrong.
"Nangong Yuanyi, I'm here, who is she? She's not me, I'm here." An Xiyue was talking nonsense in a hurry.
But no matter how much An Xiyue shouted, no one responded to her.
Nangong Yuanyi started practicing swordsmanship again. What on earth is going on? Grandfather, Yu Wenjing, Gutou, where are you?
At this time, An Xiyue knew that it would be useless to yell any more, so she became quiet.
I saw my other self slowly approaching Nangong Yuanyi, took out a handkerchief from his arms, handed it to him and said, "Thank you for your life-saving grace, sir. Wipe your sweat."
Nangong Yuanyi ignored her and said coldly: "Since it's nothing serious, you'd better leave as soon as possible. I don't like anyone approaching her."
The other person was sitting on the ground minding his own business, blowing the cold mountain wind, staring at the imperial mausoleum at the foot of Nanshan Mountain from a distance, and said to himself: "My mother is sick, very sick. I heard that the Northern Dynasties There are many precious medicinal herbs in Nanshan, so I secretly ran out, hoping to find the medicinal herbs to save my mother."
Nangong Yuanyi still ignored her and practiced his sword alone.
"I'm here for the people I care about, so why are you here? Do you just want to practice sword practice here?"
Nangong Yuanyi glanced at the corner of Nanshan Mountain unconsciously, and a tear flowed out from the corner of his eyes. For a moment, An Xiyue saw the obsession in his eyes looking at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, but Nangong Yuanyi suddenly pointed the tip of his sword to the ground and sat down. He couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "Who are you? Do you know that there is an imperial mausoleum at the foot of Nanshan Mountain? What is your purpose here?"
Unexpectedly, the woman was not afraid of Nangong Yuanyi's long sword at all, and said slowly: "I am just a doctor. I have told you the purpose of coming here. I only want to cure my mother's disease. She is suffering from many diseases." It’s a terrible and difficult-to-treat disease, so I’m here to find some herbs.”
Seeing that her attitude was sincere and neither humble nor arrogant, Nangong Yuanyi slowly put away the sword in her hand and listened intently to her words.
"I see melancholy in your eyes. Why are you melancholy and sad about the imperial mausoleum of the Northern Dynasty? Maybe there is someone you care about living there."
Nangong Yuanyi suddenly became wary. The woman looked so beautiful, maybe she knew his identity and came to seduce him on purpose.
She smiled slightly and said: "We are all here for the people we care about, and we are destined to do so. Come and let me toast you."
An Xiyue watched helplessly as her other self had a wine bottle hanging on his waist, and he casually opened it and took a big sip.
An Xiyue touched her waist unconsciously, but found nothing. It was empty, which made her feel even more strange.
Isn't she her? I never drink alcohol.
Nangong Yuanyi unexpectedly took the wine bottle from his other hand and took a sip.
At this time, Nangong Yuanyi slowly let down his guard.
An Xiyue watched helplessly as they chatted for a long time and even more. The two of them seemed to like each other very much, and they even chatted well...
He said: "The prosperity of the prosperous times all depends on the holy name of my ancestor in the Northern Dynasty. I am deeply grateful. The people have enough food and clothing, which is a blessing for our country."
She said: "The holy name of our ancestors left behind such grand plans and great achievements. Today's saint has even more grand plans and ambitions. I think he is the real wise king."
Nangong Yuanyi's eyes flashed with brilliance and he asked: "Do you really think so? Isn't he a tyrant and cruel and unkind? He stirs up wars everywhere and is even powerless to save his own people..."
She said: "Have you ever seen real people who are in dire straits? They have no hope in life. Their life is very difficult. They hide like bugs and dare not see people. It's a pity that they don't live in this peaceful land. They live far away."
Nangong Yuanyi's eyes were full of questions. Seeing her eyes full of sadness, he comforted stiffly: "So I work hard, but no one understands me. But I have a close friend who is also a doctor. He is the only one in the world who can Understand me."
She suddenly smiled and said, "Be born in sorrow and die in peace and happiness. Worry and labor can rejuvenate a country, leaving behind can lead to death. I have experienced the virtuous countries and families in the past. Success is born of diligence and frugality, and failure is born of extravagance. This is the poem I have read in the Northern Dynasties. My favorite passage in the book.”
Nangong Yuanyi couldn't help but give her a high look, but said: "You are discussing state affairs arbitrarily, and you intentionally accuse the Tian family of corruption, so you are not afraid that the emperor will chop off your head."
But she laughed, her smile was bright and moving, and she looked around, feeling empty and happy: "The top of Nanshan Mountain is really a good place. You can remember your ancestors and practice your sword quietly. There are many exotic flowers and plants on the mountain. You can also cure diseases and save people by picking them." , what a wonderful place.”
Nangong Yuanyi knew that she was deliberately changing the topic.
But what she said was astonishing: "The emperor is kind and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately or kill loyal people. These are the dramas that often appeared in the dramas of the Northern Dynasties. Besides, we are just discussing here on the top of the mountain, and the emperor will not know. Could it be that he has ears that are gentle to the wind?" The woman laughed heartily, a sound he had never heard before.
An Xiyue could feel the deep love and fascination for her other self in Nangong Yuanyi's eyes, the kind of deep love that once she fell in love with, she couldn't extricate herself.
