The night chill invades the body, and the moon’s coldness penetrates the heart.
The days of escape passed so quickly that I thought there should be a new moon hanging above the tent, but I didn't expect it to be almost a full moon.
Xiao Nanhui stared blankly, his eyes fixed on the sky without moving.
She stayed in a dark, unlit tent. All around her was quiet, with only a little moonlight and the sound of wind coming through the gap between the two pieces of felt above her head.
She also wanted to maintain her usual professionalism in this environment, but once her long-tensed nerves relaxed, sleepiness gripped her like Dujuan's slender hands.
She dozed off for a while, and when she opened her eyes again she happened to see the moon rising above her head.
In the darkness, it seemed that only the moon was left.
Everything that had happened in the past few months faded away in the silence. She felt that she should sort out what she had seen and heard in Bijiang, but her mind wandered uncontrollably.
It must be that Lu Songping's punch just now damaged her brain, so she can't concentrate on thinking now.
The wound on her thigh had been properly treated. No fancy bow this time, and the bandage was done with a cold, unwavering hand, leaving not even a thread untouched.
Everything was so simple and boring that she felt there was nothing else to do except sleep until someone called her.
Xiao Nan turned over and wrapped the furry blanket around himself.
This blanket is so warm and feels smooth. She didn't know there was such a smooth wool blanket in the world.
Pop.
The next second, with the sound of flint colliding, a little fire lit up behind her.
The hairs on Xiao Nanhui's back stood up.
Someone was lighting a fire less than ten steps behind her, but she didn't even hear the person's footsteps or breathing.
Then there was the sound of a felt blanket being lifted, a gust of cold wind blew in, accompanied by a slight cough.
Xiao Nanhui jumped up from the low couch, turned over neatly and landed on one knee. The injury on her thigh made her stagger a little, but she adjusted her balance in time and did not make a fool of herself.
The cold wind brought the air outside the tent, which had a cool and bitter taste.
She was ready to bow deeply and shout "Long live the emperor!", but her eyes adjusted to the sudden bright light. After seeing the two people standing at the entrance of the tent, she was stunned.
The man who had just entered the tent didn't even glance at her. He was slowly unbuttoning his heavy fur coat, the relic beads on his wrist sliding up and down, highlighting the straight and slenderness of his wrist bones. The fur coat, made of silver fur, was so thick, but it couldn't hide the thin and upright figure beneath it. On that body, clad in moon-white, embroidered snow satin, was a familiar, indifferent face.
And just behind him, Ding Weixiang was using the newly lit candle in his hand to ignite the torch in the tent with an expressionless face.
Xiao Nanhui was tongue-tied: "W-w-why are you here?"
Before she even finished her words, Ding Weixiang, standing beside her, had already glared at her and roared, "How dare you speak so arrogantly in front of His Majesty!"
At the same time, the soldiers guarding outside the tent rushed in all at once and drew their swords against Xiao Nanhui.
She was completely stunned, and felt as if there were ten thousand Ding Weixiangs yelling at her in front of her.
Your Majesty? Which Majesty?
The emperor who was born naturally? The emperor who made her wait for an hour just to take a bath?
The man's gaze still did not shift to her at all. He walked straight past her stiff body and sat down on the "soft couch".
When light came into the tent, she realized that the slippery blanket was not a wool blanket at all, but a black mink fur. The soft couch was not a soft couch either, but an overly wide Zen chair. The square chair ring was carved with intricate lotus vine patterns, exactly the same as the pattern on the door of Taihe Tangyuan.
Xiao Nanhui swallowed his saliva.
She had just "taken over" the emperor's chair and used his cushion as a blanket...
"Wei Xiang, did this prisoner break his head? That would be a shame. He might have some important message. Drag him out and chop him off."
The familiar face opened its mouth and spoke, but the voice was not the clear voice of "Zhongli Jing" before, but a low and somewhat hoarse voice, exactly the same as the voice heard outside Taihe Tangyuan that day.
Her arms were held up by someone on both sides, and the soldiers were about to drag her out. Xiao Nanhui woke up quickly.
"Wait, wait!" She finally found her voice, but didn't know what to shout for a moment.
Zhongli was actually the emperor? How could he be the emperor? That wasn't right. She had been with him all the time in Huozhou, and she had never heard of the emperor leaving the capital.
However, Ding Weixiang didn't want to give her any time to think, and kept urging the soldiers, "What are you waiting for? Drag them out!"
"I, I have something to say..."
Xiao Nanhui struggled hard, and another soldier rushed forward and held her back.
Those people really looked up to her. The four big men almost "pulled her up by the roots" and dragged her out of the tent like pulling a carrot.
"Wait."
The throned emperor suddenly spoke, and the soldiers stopped moving. Then they saw the man who had been sitting on the mink Zen chair stand up, holding a candlestick and walking a few steps towards her.
"It was a little far away just now, so now I can see it clearly."
Xiao Nanhui's eyes were almost filled with tears.
Your Majesty, it was you who told me to infiltrate the enemy. Do you finally remember now?
"Isn't this the female thief whose reward was posted on the Suyan City notice a few days ago?"
The emperor's voice came from afar, and Xiao Nanhui's tears froze there.
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