C14

It was night. The moon was setting in the west, and the night was quiet. Wan Jing was sleeping alone in the west wing of the courtyard, and her unstable eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

"Mother …" Mother … She wanted to open her eyes with all her might to relieve the pain, but no matter what, she could not do it. She cried out in fear. She just wanted someone to wake her up from her nightmare.

Finally, a hint of warmth took hold of her snow-white softness. Accompanying this warmth was an invisible force that awakened her from her mother's sorrowful figure …

When he woke up, he was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. She slightly opened her clear eyes and looked at the pale white cloth by the side of the bed. The familiar yet unfamiliar face of Xuan Tuo was currently looking at her with boundless pity between the curtains.

However, in the blink of an eye, that handsome man's face returned to its usual indifference. If Wan Jing hadn't seen it for herself, she would never have believed it was Xuan Tuo.

"You're dreaming again?" Xuan Tuo asked softly. Even he himself knew that this was nonsense, but he couldn't help it.

"Yes." Startled the prince. " Wan Jing's face was as red as an apple.

"You were the same last night, but in the three days I slept together with you, nothing like this has ever happened. This is strange."

"Oh." Wan Jing's face became even redder. Even she herself was surprised. Ever since the night of the wedding, when she peacefully slept in the same bed as him, that annoying dream really didn't seem like it happened anymore. However, when she was sleeping alone, the dream showed up indomitable and indomitable. Perhaps, Xuan Tuo was the one who explained the dream. He always brought her peace, bringing her an endless serene heart.

"How about I — sleep with you." Hearing such naked words, one could only feel a deep sense of love hidden within.

He smiled wickedly, anticipating her nod.

"Alright." It was just a simple word, but it was the boundless trust she had in him. He was a gentleman, she knew.

Thus, in these thousand years, Wan Jing quietly slept by Xuan Tuo's side. Her gentle breath was like orchids, disturbing his breath. This annoying fairy, did she not know that this was the greatest test for a man?

This seemed to disturb the Buddha's cultivation, but so what? He, Wen Che, had never cared about these things.

His thoughts were spinning, and he was tangled up in too many thoughts. He needed to clear up the mess in his mind.

Remembering the few black-clothed Shang National Warriors in the afternoon, he was slightly horrified. Their target should not be the Great Li Empire, but his Xuan Tuo or Wan Jing. He wasn't afraid of Xuan Tuo, but Wan Jing was such a delicate and precious orchid. How could she bear to be frightened? He wasn't willing to part with her.

From tomorrow on, he would arrange for good people to protect her in secret all the time.

Fourth brother probably didn't start anything, he prayed that the world would be peaceful and prosperous when he woke up tomorrow.

Qing Fu should have fallen asleep by now. How could his body withstand having him keep watch at night?

Dressed in clothes, she gently walked out of the room. It was Qing Lu who had been keeping watch. She stood upright in front of the door, not daring to slack off at all. It seemed like Qing Fu's instructions had not been wrong.

"Grandpa, hurry up and go to sleep. Qing Fu has long since arranged everything outside this yard. There won't be any mistakes."

"It's always right to be careful." He scanned the area with his fierce eyes for a while before turning around and entering.

The next day, a pigeon in the palace reported that there was no news from the palace. It must be his note that had come in handy. Not only did Xuan Tuo secretly laugh, he also thought that the military power was the most important thing. If he swung his arm, Xuan Zhuo could fight against the hundred thousand elite soldiers inside and outside the capital.

Time passed by quickly within the mountains.

Xuan Tuo's arrow wounds were gradually recovering. However, Wan Jing seemed to be sick because of the soil and water. Her stomach and spleen were not working well, and she often vomited. She had already lost a lot of weight.

Today, he called the doctor who came with him to check his pulse. He opened up some Chinese herbs and instructed him to drink boiled water. He would drink a cup of water when he was hungry in the morning. That was all.

After several consecutive days of boiling the herbal medicine, the smell of the herbs filled the entire yard, yet people were still unable to see the good taste.

Ever since she had left the capital, she no longer heard from her father and Xuan Zhuo, and worried about them for no reason. However, this mountain wilderness was still far from the capital, so she didn't receive any news from him. Every day, she would meet Xuan Tuo and ask him about it.

A hundred turns of worry is difficult to resolve.

On this day, Xuan Tuo had already gone to the hall. Sitting alone on a stone bench in the courtyard, she looked out at the scenery of the mountain. There was a sudden gust of wind, and the grass and trees were dancing lightly.

Suddenly, he saw a dark green figure walking towards the courtyard from afar. Only when it neared him did he clearly see that it was his former personal maid Liusu and a young boy.

Dressed in a peach dress, she had combed a bun backwards. Beside the bun, there was a wild flower in the mountain, it must have been naughtily picked and planted on the road. Although it was a light pink flower that she had never seen before, it was still very elegant, and it was likely that they had walked all the way up the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, they had arrived. Liusu said, "Miss, the lord has sent Liusu to deliver a message to you. In two days, it will be your wife's anniversary. The lord asks, does Miss want to return to the capital?"

It was because she had dreamed of her mother many times in her dreams, but she had forgotten about this. "I will tell you after I have discussed it with the king, after we have walked so far, I am also tired. First go rest."

Xiao Yu hurriedly stopped her, "Elder sister doesn't want it, it's been awhile. Xiao Yu already has a lot of things to say to elder sister."

When Xuan Tuo returned to the courtyard, he saw that Wan Jing, Liusu, and Xiao Yu were happily chatting with each other. It had been a long time since he had seen Wan Jing smile, and he was much more relaxed now. However, he did not know who this young maid was and where she came from.

"This servant, Liusu, greets Your Highness. This servant was Miss's personal maid in the Residence of Prime Minister." Liusu obediently revealed her identity.

The former Xiao Yan had already made people wary.

"Rise." Xuan Tuo was indifferent. How could he lose his identity for a maid?

"Che, Wan Jing has something to discuss with you. Three days later, it will be the anniversary of chenqie's mother's death. chenqie wishes to return to her parents' home to worship her mother's death. I wonder if Your Highness would mind."

Wan Jing really wanted to go home. Firstly, she really wanted to do the funeral for her mother, and secondly, she wanted to know everything about the Son of Heaven to save herself from the many days of suffering.

This information about the ancient mountains was simply too obscure.

"Alright then. Looking at the date, it has already been a month since the last one. These few Japanese kings also wanted to go down the mountain. There are many important matters they need to deal with right now." Tomorrow, we will pack up. We will bid farewell to the abbot the day after tomorrow, and then we will go down the mountain together! When I get home, I just happen to be able to make it the next day. Is that okay? "

"Then it's a deal." Wan Jing blessed herself.

With his heart at rest, he could finally return home. Although the wedding was just a month away, she had already started to miss home. She missed her father, her sister, and even looked forward to the scene of the two quarreling.

Xuan Tuo's injuries had already healed long ago and he no longer cared to sit in a palanquin. However, the black tornado had long since followed its owner out of the cliff like the wind. Now, Bo Le was unexpectedly unlucky.

"Qingfu, I'm looking for a Ferghana horse with a pure white color when you leave the mountain." A white horse with six kings, this is really a white horse prince. Wen Che secretly snickered. Luckily, he could think of such a perfect match. Perhaps Wan Jing was his Cinderella, but he had never seen her crystal shoes before.

"Master, didn't Marquis Qi Wen gift this pure white horse a month ago? How did this grandpa forget? " Qing Fu asked curiously.

"Is there? I really can't remember. Ever since I woke up, I have forgotten many things, so Qing Fu has to constantly remind me. " Indeed, it was just a small matter. He had all the important matters in his hands.

"Yes, Master." This servant already knew that once the prince recovered from his injuries, he would have to ride the horse, so I sent a servant to deliver it. "

"He's as smart as a monkey." Wen Che secretly admired Qing Fu's loyalty and meticulousness. It was a fortunate thing to have such a loyal servant by his side.

The next day, they were still dressed in white. They all returned to the capital. Xuan Tuo was naturally riding on his Ferghana Horse, and the horse had already been named "Ce Yu". No one could have imagined that this "Ce Yue" would perform so many meritorious deeds and save his master so many times in the future.

Since she was young, she rarely went out of the door, so she could not help but be more curious about the scenery outside the palanquin. Lightly lifting the palanquin curtain, the servants outside the palanquin walked with the maidservants, and only Qing Fu followed Xuan Tuo to ride on each horse.

The white horse under Xuan Tuo's crotch had a red tassel ball around its neck, and a bell hanging from its Ying Ball. Such a horse, just to cater to the long line, was walking at a leisurely pace, and it was truly a waste. The rider on the horse was even more carefree and high-spirited, looking at the great river in front of him. His green eyes were full of life, and his white clothes fluttered along with the horse, as if it was controlled by a god.

Wan Jing was lost in thought, as if Xuan Zhuo was her real brother. If she hadn't met him, she might have given her heart to him, but he didn't seem to care about her at all.