"Are you still angry with me?"
The surroundings were empty, barren mountains and ridges, with nothing but the howling wind.
"Are you hungry? Be obedient and come down to eat something. I lit a bonfire to keep you warm."
The country was ruined, the family was gone, and the noble son became a pariah on the run overnight. He didn't know what he would be like tomorrow.
After riding a horse for a day, hiding and hiding all the way, he was frightened and tired, and his heart was really sour, but even so, he still managed to squeeze out a few smiles.
"Haohao, be obedient."
But for a while, there was still no sound in the car.
He shook his head and sat down in front of the carriage, "Ouch!——"
Sure enough, before he could let out a second cry, the door of the carriage opened with a clang.
"What's wrong! What's wrong, cousin! Is it hurt?"
Jing Huahan held up her skirt and ignored Wen Chan's obstruction, and jumped to Qi He's side, supporting his body and looking around.
He has been using this trick on Jinghua Hairpin since he was a child, and it still works every time after so many years.
The hair kept blowing on his face, and the faint fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose like a seductive scent. He squinted his eyes and let Jinghua Hairpin hold him in his arms.
"You're teasing me again! How long has it been since this happened and you're still teasing me like this!"
Discovering Qi He's trick, Jinghua Hairpin tilted his body and let the person fall to the ground.
Qi He pouted again when he saw Jinghua Hairpin, he stood up quickly, grabbed him with a smile and walked towards the temple, "How long has it been since then and you are still playing tricks on me!"
Wen Chan and Qing'e looked at the two figures and laughed while taking things from the carriage.
It snowed, and the dead branches were flooded with moisture. After a while, the sparks disappeared. After lighting it several times, there was almost no enough flint.
"Cousin, stop lighting up and take a rest. You are tired too."
The Jinghua hairpin was leaning against the wall, head tilted and looking out the window. The half-moon flickered on the top of the dead tree, and the cold birds chirped.
Plain white fingertips curled up on the large cloak draped over her shoulders, "I don't know what the situation in the city is now -"
After a pause, he sighed as if he remembered something.
"If my father hadn't been forcing Beidi to pay tribute in recent years, making them overwhelmed, how could they unite with those small countries to attack us!"
"They are just a small country. How can they bear to pay us so many tributes every year——"
"Isn't it the opposite to force other people's people to lose their lives?"
"Hao Hao, this is not something you should discuss. Beidi and our Da Jing Dynasty have been grudges for generations. Now that they are at war, it is not the emperor's fault alone. You can't say that to your father. He will be sad. ."
Qi He lowered his head and poked at the sparks while holding the dead branches, "What's more, they are attached to our Da Jing Dynasty and should pay tribute. There is nothing to say about it."
"You're talking nonsense!" Jing Huahan turned her head, the dim warm light shone on her fair face, her black eyes sparkled, and she stared at Qi He stubbornly yet weakly.
"You are just like my father! Just as cold-blooded! Just as inhumane!"
After saying that, she stood up and walked towards the back hall.
The big cloak whirled and was fanned, and the dust stirred up sparks and raised Qi He's face.
Qi He closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head tiredly.
"Go and take my cloak to the princess."
The guard on the side did not move his feet and hesitated, "General, it will be cold at night! There is draft everywhere in this temple! You have an old disease in your leg."
"Besides, the princess has a big cloak. I also saw Wen Chan carrying a quilt out of the carriage -"
"Go if I tell you to! Why are there so many nonsense!" Qi He raised his head, the tenderness on his face was gone, and now he looked a little solemn.
The guard quickly lowered his head, rolled up the black ink fox cloak on the side, and walked back, muttering softly as he walked.
"I'm rushing to be someone's baby daddy! I'm more caring than the emperor! I've been a dad since I was little, but I just don't have enough!"
"Shi Jin! Are you itchy again?" Qi He picked up the stones at his feet and threw them towards the back hall.
'Ah - ah -'
Several sharp shouts were heard, Shi Jin held his big cloak and stopped, while Qi He quickly stood up holding the hilt of his sword.
"General, this is the apse!" The guards behind him also stood up, but did not dare to move rashly.
"Hairpin!" Qi He shouted, strode back and opened the door. The three girls were trembling and crowded on the couch, almost crying.
"General - there are - there are rats!" Qing'e pointed at the dilapidated Buddha statue with her finger.
Qi He then sheathed his sword and leaned against the door frame with a sigh of relief.
He glanced at Jinghua Hairpin out of the corner of his eye and laughed out loud, "There are people in this room who are so angry that they are almost burning the roof of the temple. Why are you afraid of mice?"
After that, he reached out to take the big cloak from Shi Jin's arms, walked to the couch and laid it out, glanced at Jinghua Hairpin, then turned back and walked out the door.
As soon as he reached the door, he heard the sound of sobbing.
Wen Chan was a discerning person. He pulled Qing'e to get up and sit down, gathered up the quilt and walked outside.
"General, Qing'e and I are timid. If you are here, the princess will sleep more peacefully."
After saying that, Qi He left the house without waiting for a reply.
"Huh?——" Qi Hekong raised a hand, but the door was already closed.
Looking at Jing Huahan sitting on the corner of the couch holding his knees and wiping tears, he felt a pang of distress in his heart.
He walked slowly to her side and wanted to caress the top of her head, but his raised hand ended up hanging in the air.
After a long moment of silence, he took back his hands and sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
"Don't cry, go to sleep, maybe tomorrow, the city will be different again."
Maybe he was too tired. After some time, a confused voice reached his ears.
He opened his eyes suddenly and touched the hilt of the sword, only to find that his hand was tightly grasped.
"Cousin, I'm cold——"
A clear ray of moonlight filtered through the window lattice, dimly shining on the face of the man on the couch.
There were a few blushes on her fair and delicate skin, and the hair on her forehead was damp. She looked like she was hot from sleep. Everything was so charming and lovely.
Qi He blushed suddenly and hurriedly looked away without daring to look again.
He put his white hand under the quilt, but was pulled tightly.
"Cousin - cold -"
Only then did Qi He realize that if he was sleeping hot, why would he cry out that he was cold?
With this thought in mind, he reached out and placed his hand on Jing Huahan's forehead, which was already extremely hot.
He anxiously leaned over and patted Jinghua's hairpin gently, "Hairpin, hairpin! Hairpin, hairpin!"
"Cousin - brother -" Jing Huahan slowly opened his eyes, raised his two eyelashes with difficulty, and his voice became more and more waxy.
She was the only princess in Jingchao, so the emperor loved her to the heavens.
She loves to act coquettishly, especially when she is sick.
"Why is it so cold? Cousin - it feels so uncomfortable -"
