Chapter 236 Cherish this moment, at this time
Xiangying stared at the round blood jade pendant in a daze.
Extremely pure deep red, without any impurities.
It is carved with a Qilin chasing the sun, and it is obvious that it is not an ordinary piece.
Such a valuable thing, with such important meaning, Xiangying shook his head without even thinking about it.
"I don't want it, you keep it yourself."
"Here."
Jie Chen didn't waste time talking to her. He just grabbed Xiangying's wrist with his big hand and put the blood jade into her palm.
He did not let go, but instead used his bony palms to tightly grasp Xiangying's fingertips.
The burning body temperature due to fever was like a blazing fire, gently wrapping her.
Xiangying raised an eyebrow faintly, and his tone calmed down with a hint of displeasure.
"Jie Chen, are you entrusting me with your belongings? You don't believe I can heal you, do you?"
Xie Chen was stunned, then started laughing and coughed violently twice.
He looked at her, his eyes dark and serious: "What are you thinking? This jade symbolizes my identity. My father also has an identical one."
"I am afraid that my illness will become more serious and I will lose the jade one day, and someone will take the opportunity to cause trouble. I will feel most at ease only if I give it to you."
After hearing what he said, Xiangying agreed to help keep it.
She just touched it and the blood-red jade pendant was naturally put into the space for storage.
Xie Chen felt relieved and let out a long sigh.
Xiangying took out a body supplement from the space.
She held Jie Chen's chin, raised her knees onto the couch, and sat in front of him: "Open your mouth."
Xie Chen's eyes were deep and his thin lips were slightly opened, allowing Xiang Ying to pour the unknown liquid into him.
His expression was as if even if Xiangying fed him poison, he would drink it anyway.
Xiangying fed him some medicine and asked him to change his clothes.
She took out another set of thick bedding from the space and placed it at the end of the bed.
Xie Chen glanced at him calmly: "Are you sleeping here too?"
Xiangying tilted his head, "What else? You want me to lie on the ground?"
Xie Chen pursed his lips, his eyes dark as he looked at her.
"Shall we sleep together?"
Xiang Ying raised his eyebrows, and Xie Chen added, "I remember that you can pull out a bunk bed from the Qiankun brocade bag."
"What's wrong with sleeping in the same bed with me? Are you afraid that I will take advantage of you?" Xiangying leaned against the end of the bed with his arms folded, his eyes bright and charming, and his expression revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.
Xie Chen looked at her and said without hesitation: "I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid that I can't control myself."
Xiangying's eyes widened slightly.
In the past, whenever Jie Chen talked about this kind of problem, he would turn away with his ears burning.
But at this moment, their eyes met. Jie Chen did not avoid her gaze, but stared straight at her, like a fire abyss that led people to go deeper, waiting quietly for her to step in.
Xiangying rubbed his way along the couch, raised his lower back slightly, and raised his hand to hook Jie Chen's chin.
"What are you thinking about, Jie Chen, you are sick and can't do it."
"Is it not possible to just hug?" Jie Chen asked, like a child asking for sweet candy bit by bit.
Xiangying laughed, and Jiechen's muscles tensed up. He explained in a hoarse voice: "If it bothers you, just think of me as crazy and don't respond."
Jie Chen didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, Xiangying leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
She always had a refreshing scent of soapberries on her body, and it seemed to carry the cool breath of snow, clear and cold, enough to give him a moment's respite when his whole body was burning like hot iron.
The kiss was like a flood, and the emotions of both of them were released like falling snowflakes, and neither of them could hold back.
Until the last moment, Jie Chen suddenly propped himself up, his eyes filled with fiery emotions.
"Is it still the same request? Once we walk out of this door, you are you and I am me?" he asked.
Xiangying's lips were shining, her hair was loose, and an embroidered flower, bright red, fell on the ground on her lapel.
She put her arms around Jie Chen's neck and smiled softly, "Can you stop thinking so much? You are so sick, why are you still asking these questions? What if we can't get out of this door?"
Xiangying was of course trying to scare him, and Jie Chen knew it.
However, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, and followed her words: "Then cherish this moment, this time."
Xiangying felt that Bu Feng was quite a particular person, as the bed he brought for them actually had a curtain.
In a way, the bed curtains swung down by themselves, enveloping them in their own little world.
For a moment, Xiangying really thought that there were only her and Jie Chen in the world.
What surprised her even more was that Xie Chen still had so much energy even though he was sick.
In the stuffy granary, the beauty was like a mist, which melted the snow on the roof and turned it into drops of crystal water, falling along the eaves.
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Just as Xiangying guessed, although Bu Feng had agreed when he left that someone would deliver meals every day.
But since they were locked up in the granary, no one has come to ask about them.
For three consecutive days, Xiangying and Jiechen took medicine, ate, and then lowered the curtain to discuss life.
If Xiangying hadn't had space, they would have starved to death here together.
On the fourth night.
After Xiangying and Jiechen were imprisoned, the atmosphere in the exile team became so cold that it was almost freezing.
Not only did the Sixth Prince withhold their food, but two days ago he also found an excuse to beat up Skinny Monkey and Sour Scholar, and made all the soldiers and prisoners watch, as if he was killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.
Everyone knew that the Sixth Prince did this because he knew that Jie Chen had contracted the plague, and now that Xiang Ying was locked up with him, there was a high probability that both of them would not recover.
Xiang Qianqian even directly snatched away the supplies stored by Tao Xue and the others, and with the support of the Sixth Prince, she took them for herself.
Qi Fengyi was also tied up and beaten because he resisted.
Perhaps it was for this reason that Ren disappeared two days ago.
Everyone said that Ren ran away when he saw that he had no one to rely on.
Fortunately, before Xiangying left, he buried food in the snow for Momoyuki and the children.
Otherwise, they will just starve to death.
At night, the Sixth Prince's men were responsible for serving the meal, but everyone had only half a cold, hard steamed bun.
Xiang Rongrong quietly took it and went into Tao Xue's room.
They had discussed this secretly before and decided that everyone should save some food together, and Xiang Rongrong would quietly send it to Xiang Ying.
At this moment, Tao Xue took out the various small cakes and pickled cabbage dumplings that she had saved, as well as the seven steamed buns that Xiang Li and Lin Lingxiang had given her before, and gave them all to Xiang Rongrong.
"Seventh Princess, be careful and don't let anyone see you."
Xiang Rongrong nodded: "Don't worry, I have a good relationship with Li Fengcheng, the military supervisor. He has already found a small path for me and will cover me to get to the granary."
She tied the bag of food on her back, and Tao Xue walked her out the door.
A dark shadow was waiting nearby, it was Li Fengcheng.
Xiang Rongrong smiled knowingly and walked over quickly.
The three little ones sat beside them, blinking their big eyes.
Xiang Xiuxiu looked at Tao Xue and Qi Fengyi standing at the door with worried expressions, and the little girl sighed silently.
"Mother can really make food come to life, why don't they believe it?"
The weather is cold and the night is dark.
Xiang Rongrong was walking in the snow wearing a thin skirt.
Suddenly, she stepped on a stone in the snow and her whole body leaned to the side.
"Be careful!" Li Fengcheng reached out in time and grabbed her.
His palms were hot, unlike hers which were cold.
Xiang Rongrong blushed, looked up and saw Li Fengcheng's upright and handsome face, and lowered her head: "Thank you, Li Jianjun."
"You're welcome. I'll help you and the deputy general, but we have to go and come back quickly so we don't get discovered."
"Okay." Xiang Rongrong nodded and was about to follow him forward quickly.
Just then, a cold rebuke came from behind them.
"stop!"
Xiang Rongrong's body stiffened and she looked back.
Xiang Qianqian, wearing a brocade purple cloak, followed by her maids and guards, holding torches.
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