Chapter 72 Xie Guanlan is like coaxing a child: Ningning eats candy
The fire burned quietly.
Warm orange-red flames danced in Xie Guanlan's pupils, but his brows were cold and most of his face was sunken in shadow.
The flames could not light his eyes.
His underlying tone always seems to be cold and indifferent.
He stared into the girl's dark, stubborn almond-shaped eyes and repeated her words, each word clear and like an oath, "Those who lie will be tormented by lies for the rest of their lives."
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It was late at night and the heavy rain outside was still pouring down.
Wen Xingluo curled up on the bed, his eyes open in the darkness.
She knew that Xie Guanlan slept next to her.
The walls were thin and she could hear him turning over.
He hasn't fallen asleep yet.
She stretched out her hand and pressed it silently against the wall.
The next morning.
Wen Xingluo stood under the eaves, the heavy rain outside had not stopped yet.
Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around and clearly caught a glimpse of the two dark circles under Xie Guanlan's eyes.
She asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"It's strange you can sleep well, isn't it?" Xie Guanlan walked over to her side. "The flood broke the dam, and the rain is so heavy, they may not be able to find us. I plan to save myself."
Wen Xingluo followed his gaze and saw several large trees in the distance.
She understood immediately. "You want to build a raft?"
"I found an axe and some hemp ropes in the village last night," Xie Guanlan said as he took off his shirt and tied it around his waist. "That's enough."
He picked up the axe and walked out.
Wen Xingluo stood behind him.
After the young man took off his clothes, his figure with a slim waist and a slender back became more and more prominent. Every inch of his back was as sharp and powerful as if it were cut by a knife or an axe. His muscles were covered with old wounds. These thin muscles were all earned by him fighting on the battlefield where blood and flesh were flying everywhere.
She suddenly said, "Wait."
She took out a bag of sesame candy and handed it to Xie Guanlan.
This was what she brought out from the palace yesterday and hid in her sleeve pocket. Fortunately, it was not washed away by the flood.
There was no food in the deserted village because the water was turbid and there were no fish to catch.
This bag of sesame candy is the only food they can use to fill their stomachs.
Xie Guanlan lowered his eyes and looked at her.
The girl's palm was white and tender, and the sesame candy was a little melted and sticky because it had been soaked in water.
But there is no doubt that in this deserted village where food is scarce, this piece of candy is still a very precious thing.
"I've calculated," Wen Xingluo said softly, "There are four pieces of candy in this bag. If we share them, we should be able to last here for two days. Two days is enough time for the prince to build a raft, right?"
The girl's almond-shaped eyes are clear and moist.
Although he was in danger, he remained very calm.
He was even generous enough to share the remaining food with him.
Xie Guanlan curled his lips, "Aren't you afraid that I'll take all the candy in order to survive?"
Wen Xingluo shook his head, "The prince is not that kind of person."
Although he always spoke harshly to her, always put obstacles in her way, and even left her to die at the beginning, after he accepted her as a member of the palace, he would never sit idly by and watch her die.
Xie Guanlan...
He looks kind but has a dark heart and is cruel and ruthless.
But he only cares about his family.
The girl's gaze was too bright and too sharp.
As if trying to see into people's hearts.
Xie Guanlan avoided her gaze and said coldly, "I don't like candy."
He was about to leave, but Wen Xingluo held out his hand persistently, "Prince."
Xie Guanlan was silent for a long time, but finally picked up the sesame candy.
It's raining heavily.
Wen Xingluo sat on the doorstep, looking at Xie Guanlan in the distance.
He casually wore a pair of black coarse cloth robe and trousers, and felled trees in the rain with his upper body bare. Every time he raised the axe high, the thin muscles around his body would swell up, like a male leopard gathering strength, revealing a strong sense of wildness and oppression.
The sound of axes and chisels penetrated the rain.
In this deserted village with heavy rain, Wen Xingluo felt an inexplicable sense of security.
As dusk approached, it became dark again.
Wen Xingluo folded their robes neatly and saw Xie Guanlan coming in from outside.
Raindrops ran across his chest muscles and sank into his coarse robe and trousers along his mermaid line. At this moment, he was no longer a noble prince, nor was he the powerful commander of the Southwestern Army. He was more like a young rough man in a wilderness village, exuding primitive vitality from head to toe.
She retracted her gaze, picked up the dry towel she had prepared long ago, and handed it to him with her eyes lowered. "Wipe it? I've already boiled the hot water, and the bathtub next door has been cleaned. You can bathe there, my lord."
Xie Guanlan took it and said "hmm".
When he came out of the shower, Wen Xingluo had already boiled another pot of hot water.
She picked up her dress and walked silently to the next room.
Xie Guanlan sat by the fire.
Besides the sound of rain, the only sound in my ears was the rustling of scattered clothes.
After a while, the sound of stirring water was heard, as if the girl was testing the water temperature.
Xie Guanlan had his back to the wall panel next door.
Somehow, the sound of rain falling all over the mountains disappeared, and the only sound left in the ears was the sound of water, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as the girl took a bath.
In my mind, I suddenly imagined a scene of a girl wiping her snow-white neck with her head tilted back in the mist of hot water vapor.
The air was filled with the smell of rain and mold.
But he seemed to smell an inexplicable fragrance.
Flames danced in the young man's narrow, dark eyes.
It was as if something was growing wildly and uncontrollably, contrary to common sense, on a cold rainy night in a deserted village, like climbing dodder or green mold on a rainy day. Even torches could not burn them all, and they came and went in people's hearts over and over again.
Xie Guanlan suddenly felt annoyed by the disturbing sound of water.
He stood up and went back to his room with an expressionless face.
Wen Xingluo washed himself clean and walked into the main room while drying his hair, but saw that the fire was empty.
Xie Guanlan has gone to bed.
She paused while drying her hair, then sat quietly by the fire.
She picked up the bag of sesame candy that was on the small table.
She and Xie Guanlan each ate one piece, so there should be two pieces left.
But she noticed that there were still three pieces left.
During the day, the sesame candy she gave to Xie Guanlan quietly returned to her bag.
Do you really not like it?
still……
The next day.
Wen Xingluo was awakened by the sound of logging.
She walked under the eaves and saw Xie Guanlan, shirtless, pushing down a tree.
The big tree splashed mud and water, and she quickly took a few steps back.
Xie Guanlan held the axe and wiped the rain off his face. He glanced at her embarrassment and said, "Go inside."
His voice was a little hoarse.
He was caught in the rain all day yesterday and hadn't eaten anything...
Wen Xingluo found an old umbrella in the house, stepped through the mud on the ground, and hurried to him.
Xie Guanlan's eyes swept over the hem of her skirt.
Her skirt fluttered in the wind and rain. The pair of embroidered soft slippers she was wearing when she fell into the water were washed away by the waves. Now she was wearing a pair of flowered cloth shoes commonly worn by peasant women. Because they were too loose, her steps as she walked through the rain were somewhat funny and difficult.
When I finally reached him, my flowered shoes were stained with mud.
She raised her head and reached out to him persistently.
There was still a piece of sesame candy lying in the white and tender palm.
Xie Guanlan suddenly chuckled.
The rain wet his eyelashes and fell on his dark and deep pupils, forming a dark shadow.
Ling Wen Xingluo couldn't see his emotions clearly.
The sound of rain is noisy all over the mountains and plains.
Wen Xingluo heard him say seriously, "I don't like candy."
After a pause, he coaxed a child again, "Ningning, eat."
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