It was night, and a bean candle was flickering.

The north wind outside the window was blowing the sound of hunting, but looking at the sleeping man in front of him, Feng Qian felt very peaceful and calm for no reason.

The dim candle flame hit his face, and the man's bloodless but still handsome cheeks were lined with a bit of trance beauty.

Feng Qian's hand was very cold, but it stubbornly stuck to the man's face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so faint that he was almost invisible, "Jun Moying, aren't you most afraid of me being cold?" Now that it's so cold, aren't you distressed that you're lying in bed and letting me sit here alone? ”

Slender white fingers with low temperature outlined his picturesque eyebrows.

"Then lie down beside me."

Feng Qian's fingertips trembled, and they dotted on the man's eyebrows, and a touch of beauty bloomed on his dull little face in an instant.

"Jun Moying!" She exclaimed, almost trembling.

The man's eyes opened lazily, his dark eyes went straight to her eyes, and his thin lips pursed a faint smile, gentle and gentle, "You've been talking here all day, if I don't wake up again, shouldn't you shed tears again?" ”

He was seriously injured and didn't move, only stretched out his right arm, which was probably the only one on his body that was still safe, Feng Qian pounced, and he took her into his arms.

"You bastard, bastard! You've been listening to me talk all day and you've only woken up until now, you must have done it on purpose! ”

Feng Qian wanted to punch him as usual, but he didn't know where to land when he stretched out his hand, and his body was full of injuries. She finally gritted her teeth and slapped her hand on the bed, and all the sadness and pain in her palm came to her heart.

Lying on his chest and inhaling hard, she swallowed back the sourness that was about to cry, Feng Qian closed her eyes, and she didn't know when she started crying so much.

"Shallow, I'm fine." The gentle and soft voice soothed her trembling heartstrings, Jun Moying's palm touched the back of her head, and the touch of the palm was cool and soft, "It's all over, don't be afraid." ”

Feng Qian said with a sullen "En", "The Imperial Doctor said that you may not wake up until tomorrow, so there is no one here now." Do you have anything uncomfortable, I'll go find someone for you, okay? ”

"Imperial Doctor?" Jun Moying narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, this is the Nanyue Imperial Palace." Feng Qian nodded casually, not realizing the darkness in the man's eyes that flashed after she said this.

Jun Moying was silent for a moment, cracks sporadically appearing in his dark dark eyes, but he didn't say anything.

only asked: "Have you notified the shadow moon?" ”

"Well, it should be ......" Feng Qian didn't know, Nangong Che didn't answer her question, but she didn't want this man to worry about it, so she said: "But your injury must not be moved casually now, don't think about it yet, let's recuperate for a while, okay?" ”

Jun Moying's eyes flowed, and the soft light fell deeply on her face, "Okay, it's rare for you to be so sensible." ”

Rubbing the tip of his chin with the tip of his nose, Feng Qian said dissatisfiedly: "What are you talking about, have I always been very ignorant?" ”

The man smiled sullenly: "It's okay." ”

Feng Qian, "......"

She decisively lifted the quilt and jumped up, rushed into his arms, and said hatefully: "I'm cold." You said you told me to lie in bed, and if you crushed your only intact right hand, don't blame me. ”