The mountains rise and fall one after another, the moon shines brightly for thousands of miles, the water flows across the land with clear light, and the surrounding areas are silent.

Yao Ying walked closer to Tanmaragha step by step.

The moonlight was like a gauze, the snow light was cold and clear. She walked between the moonlight and the snow light, her bright black eyes seemed to be reflecting the brilliance flowing down from the brilliant Milky Way.

The night wind blew off her fox fur hood, and her long braided hair fell down. A thin layer of snow condensed into water droplets between her hair.

Tanmarajiva lowered his eyes and looked at the dark mountain path.

Did she climb up here alone?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Yaoying walked up to Tanmarajiva, raised her face, her nose was red, and her eyebrows were slightly curved.

"General Su, Yuan Jue was the one who sent me down the mountain. As soon as he left, my horse suddenly turned around and ran back. Now it's dark, I don't know the way, and I'm scared to be alone in the mountains, so I had to come back to find you. Please take me in."

She spoke each word seriously with a sincere look in her eyes, but there was a hint of cunning in her tone.

It sounds like a bit of coquettishness.

Because of trust, we are justified.

Tanmarajiva raised his eyes and looked at her.

Yao Ying stood in front of him and continued, "By the way, I sent Xie Qing and the others away. Now there is no one at the foot of the mountain. If the general does not take me in, I can only return to the Holy City alone." After a pause, he said, "General, although General Ashina has led away all the assassins, there will still be people ambushing in the posthouses of various towns and tribes. The general is alone and seriously injured, which will inevitably arouse suspicion. It is better to take me with you to conceal your tracks."

Yuan Jue asked her and her personal soldiers to stay outside the Sand City, but she felt that this was inappropriate. If the killer found out that her team did not enter the city, they might suspect that Sultan Gu was still outside the city. She had already asked Xie Qing and the others to leave.

Tanmaraka remained silent, his eyes swept across Yaoying's red cheeks, and looked at the steep rocks under the snow.

Yao Ying held her breath and stared at him without blinking.

After a while, Tanmarajiva nodded slightly.

Yao Ying breathed a sigh of relief and saw that the bonfire had gone out. She lowered her head and opened the bulging blue brocade bag with animal patterns on her waist, took out the tinder, flint, and tinder, squatted beside the fire, and tried to relight the bonfire.

The night wind was howling. She took the flint in her hand, found a sheltered place, and patiently struck the flint lightly, one by one. The rubies and green gems on her braided hair sparkled.

The sound of the blows echoed in the quiet night.

Tanmarajiva stared at the top of Yaoying's head, sat down cross-legged, and stretched out his hand to her.

Yao Ying immediately stuffed the tinder and flint into his palms, stood up and moved to his side to shield him from the wind, with her arm resting on his arm.

As she got closer, she felt cold from the wind and snow, and her body was trembling slightly.

She is afraid of the cold.

Tanmaraka flicked his fingers, and the tinder and flint struck each other, and the sparks ignited the small piece of wood coated with sulfur.

Yaoying quickly added some wood chips to the tinder, and when the bright yellow flames appeared, she exhaled, wiped her hands, rummaged in her brocade bag, and took out a few bottles of medicine, which she handed to Tanmaraoka.

"These are all medicines for healing. General, see if there is any that can heal knife wounds..."

After saying this, he took out a folded sable fur coat, unfolded it, and put it on Tanmaragha's shoulders.

Tanmarajiva sat cross-legged, his back and shoulders still straight, his posture elegant, and Yaoying had to stand up to put his cloak on him.

When the cloak fell onto his shoulders, Tanmarajika was startled.

Yao Ying blinked at him and continued to adjust his cloak. She leaned closer and put her slender fingers under his chin to fasten the straps for him until he was completely wrapped up in the cloak. She clapped her hands with satisfaction.

"I used the general's cloak to keep warm. I'm wearing thin clothes. It's windy on the mountain. You're injured, so you should wear more clothes."

He wrapped himself in a thick cloak to block the biting night wind. As the bonfire started burning, his body slowly warmed up. Tanmarajiva held the medicine handed to him by Yaoying, his brows moved slightly, he was absent-minded for a moment, his eyes fixed on her.

Yao Ying stood up and walked away quickly. After a while, she brought a pile of medicine, warm blankets, leather ropes, iron nails and dry food from the back of her mount. She sat back by the campfire and spread out the felt blanket. In a blink of an eye, she had set up a small, open, simple felt tent. She continued to add wood chips to the campfire, opened her cold hands, and went to the fire to warm herself.

A felt tent as tall as a person blocked the cold wind from behind. The bonfire burned more vigorously, and the dancing warm yellow flames reflected on her face, making her cheeks rosy and her profile soft and beautiful.

After roasting the fire for a while, Yao Ying withdrew her hot hands, rubbed the backs of her hands, tapped her frozen legs, broke off a piece of hard naan and placed it on the campfire, and boiled medicine in a small clay pot.

After working for a while, she noticed Tanmaragha's gaze and looked up at him.

"Did I disturb the general's breathing?"

As if she was afraid of disturbing him, she lowered her voice.

Tanmaraka shook his head.

Yao Ying smiled and said, "General, just focus on practicing. Don't worry about me. I brought blankets and food. I have boiled some nourishing medicinal soup in the pot. I will wake you up when it's ready. I have asked Yuan Jue, and you can drink some nourishing medicinal soup."

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes.

Yaoying sat beside him, holding her chin with her hands, and stared at him quietly.

She got the cloak and the flint and chisel from Xie Qing.

Yuanjue sent her down the mountain, and she kept persuading him to ignore her and go and do his important work first. Yuanjue was stubborn and insisted on sending her down the mountain, and he didn't leave until he sent her back to Xie Qing.

The bodies on the mountain path had been collected and buried by the guards. Bi Suo took away most of his personal soldiers, and Xie Qing stayed behind, waiting for Yao Ying.

Yao Ying was worried about the seriously injured Sultan Gu being left alone on the mountain, so she asked Xie Qing to catch up with Bi Suo, and pretended that she was accompanying him. She found some clothes, dry food, medicine, and leather ropes for tents, and returned alone.

The joke about the mount being startled and running back was just a joke.

For many nights, Sultan had silently guarded her. Now that Sultan was injured, he had to hide his tracks. She was one of the few people who knew he was injured and would not leak the secret, so she should stay and guard him.

…

The bonfire burned quietly.

Yao Ying was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped herself in layer upon layer of blankets, like a round ball of fur, and stayed by Tanmarajiva's side.

It was late at night, she was exhausted both physically and mentally, and could not help dozing off. Her mind gradually became alert, and she immediately looked towards Tanmaragha.

He sat still.

Yao Ying breathed a sigh of relief and continued to doze off. In a daze, she heard the person next to her gasping heavily. She woke up suddenly and rushed to Tanmarajiva's side.

Tanmarajiva's lips were pale, his shoulders were shaking slightly, and he was trembling as he opened a medicine bottle, his breathing disordered.

Yao Ying grabbed the medicine bottle, uncorked it, poured out the pills, and put them to Tanmarajiva's lips. She frowned and asked, "General, why didn't you wake me up?"

After Tanmarajiva took the medicine, he felt her soft fingertips rubbing against his lips. A strange feeling welled up in his heart, and he stepped back a little.

Yao Ying looked at him, her eyes fixed on him.

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. He didn't know how much time had passed. When he opened his eyes again, he was immediately met with a serious gaze.

Yao Ying pursed her lips slightly, wrapped in layers of blankets, wearing a pointed felt hat on her head and a fur collar around her neck. She looked like a solemn pagoda, staring at him intently and coldly.

It was unknown how long she stared at him, her eyes were slightly red.

Seeing him close his eyes, Yao Ying's gaze narrowed, with a hint of questioning in her eyes.

Tanmaraka thought of what had just happened, thought for a moment, and said softly, "If I have another attack, I will wake the princess up and ask her to help me."

Yao Ying's expression softened and she nodded: "General, don't endure this alone. You must wake me up."

She nodded, and the felt hat trembled, just like a pagoda swaying before her eyes.

It was as if a cloud passed by, and its shadow was reflected on the lake. All the horrible scenes in the illusion faded away, leaving only a warm bonfire, a small felt tent with several leaky sides, a clear sky, and a bright altar.

Tanmarajiva closed his eyes.

Even after getting his assurance, Yao Ying still didn't dare to sleep. She cheered up, looked at the medicinal soup in the campfire, heard the bubbling sound, lifted the lid and took a smell.

Tanmarajiva's figure shook.

Yaoying looked up at him with her eyes wide open. She quickly threw aside the lid, rushed forward, and hugged him before he fell.

Tanmaraka's body was hot, and Yaoying could feel it even through the thick cloak.

She untied the tie around his neck, reached in with her fingers, and touched his neck, her hands sweaty.

"Do you need to take medicine again?"

Yaoying asked with concern and reached for the medicine bottle.

Tanmarajya's body trembled slightly, and his voice was intermittent: "No...it's the poison in the wound that has taken effect..."

Yao Ying frowned, and her hands trembled along with Tanmarajya's: "What should we do? How can we make you feel better?"

Yuanjue mentioned to her that the killer's blade was poisoned. He had taken antidote and was able to save his life, but the poison would still take effect.

Tanmarajiva's neck was covered in sweat, as if he had just been washed out of water, and his lips were strangely red.

"I'm fine...Princess, don't be afraid..." His brows knitted together and his voice was low, "Just get through it."

Yao Ying was stunned.

He was worried that she was scared and panicked, so he tried to comfort her.

When they were going down the mountain, Yaoying asked Yuanjue, "When the Regent was injured before, was he also alone?"

Yuan Jue nodded and whispered, "When the Regent King shows signs of being unable to suppress his skills, we have only one solution: leave the medicine behind and stay as far away from him as possible."

Yao Ying turned around and looked at the mountains that were being blown wildly by the wind, and his lonely figure appeared before her eyes.

He was known as a bloodthirsty person, lived alone, was hated and cursed by others, and remained alone even when he was hurt.

It's good for everyone to stay away from him.

So what should he do?

The figure in my arms is tall and straight, standing there like towering mountains, full of strength, making me feel at ease.

At this moment, he was trembling with fever and shivering, but he still remembered to comfort her with a calm tone, as if he didn't care about his own life or death at all.

Yaoying's heart was trembling and her eyes were moist. She gently put Tanmaragha down and let him lie on the spread out felt blanket. She had just moved the campfire, and the pile of stones under the blanket was dry and warm.

"I am not afraid, General Su."

Yao Ying used a dry cloth to wipe the sweat off Tanmarajya, trying her best not to touch his chin and the wounds on his body.

"I'm just worried about you."

Tanmaraka was lying beside the campfire, looking at her with green eyes that were a little hazy and wet. After a while, he closed his eyes tiredly.

Yaoying then wiped the sweat off his face, and seeing that he was soaked, she carefully undressed him.

The skin was light wheat in color, tight and firm, shiny and plump, with broad shoulders and back, distinct texture lines, and a thin layer of sweat on the body, making it wet and oily, and it would feel hot wherever you touched it accidentally.

Looking down, I saw blood seeping from the gauze wrapped around the wound.

Yao Ying was distracted for a moment, quickly took off Tanmaragha's clothes, applied medicine to him again, changed him into the clothes she had brought, put on a brocade robe, and then picked up the felt blanket and pressed it on him.

Yao Ying had taken care of the injured Xie Qing before, so she knew how to change the bandages for an injured person, and she was very skilled at it. However, after all the hard work, she was still exhausted and sweating profusely.

Tanmaraka fell into a deep sleep.

Yao Ying leaned over and touched his forehead and neck. She felt that he was not so hot anymore. She let out a long breath and her finger inadvertently stroked the scar on his face. The scar was a little rough.

Tanmarajiva moved a little, his brows furrowed.

Yao Ying withdrew her hand and gently pressed the towel on his cheek.

The night wind slapped the felt tent, and the campfire crackled from time to time.

Yao Ying didn't know how long she had been guarding. She felt tired and her eyelids were tightly stuck together. She struggled to lift her eyelids, then came to her senses, reached out to touch Tanmarajiva's forehead, then lay down beside the felt blanket and closed her eyes to rest.

The cold wind blew into the felt tent and onto her body, chilling her to the bone. Yao Ying was half conscious, so she fumbled for a blanket, covered herself with it, and fell asleep.

…

In the second half of the night, the feeling of dryness and heat faded away, and a drilling pain rolled through his limbs and bones. Tanmarajiva felt cold all over, and his body seemed to be falling continuously, falling deeper and deeper, slowly sinking into the ice layer that had not melted for thousands of years.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, with fierce ghosts laughing, swords and knives everywhere, corpses everywhere, and strict iron walls stretching for thousands of miles. He was floating around, listening to the howling of ghosts, with nowhere to go for refuge.

He knew that the illusion was false, and subconsciously reached out to grasp the warmth beside him. He didn't know what he grasped, but it felt soft and smooth, as smooth and crispy as ambrosia, and there was a faint sweet fragrance.

Tanmaraka's mind was in a state of confusion. He tightened his arms and carefully held this bit of warmth and softness in his arms to prevent her from being frightened by the fierce ghosts with green faces and fangs around her.

She struggled softly in his arms for a few times, and he tightened his arms, holding her tightly. The fierce ghost retreated, the black smoke faded, and his body warmed up little by little. His heart was at peace and he fell into a dream.

The next day, the sky was just turning pale.

Misty clouds lingered in the valley and snow was falling everywhere.

There was a thin layer of ice outside the felt tent. The morning light broke through the clouds and mist, pouring down, and the ice reflected a dazzling light.

Tanmarajiva slowly opened her eyes, stared at the felt tent above her head with her emerald eyes, and gradually became sober. She raised her hand and was about to stand up when she felt a strange, soft touch on her palm.

His brows twitched, he came to his senses, lowered his eyes, and saw Yao Ying's dark and shiny hair resting on his shoulder.

He lay in the tent with layers of blankets piled up to block the cold wind, and she curled up in his arms, lying on her side facing him, her cheeks flushed, her dark hair disheveled, the colorful hairband hanging loosely, her messy black hair tangled between his arms and hands.

She was still asleep, breathing evenly, with a towel tightly clenched in her right hand.

Tanmarajiva recalled the scene before he fell asleep last night, his brows furrowed slightly, and he withdrew his arm.

Yao Ying hummed in her dream.

Tanmarajiva stopped and saw that she had not woken up, so he slowly let her go, covered her with a blanket, pressed down the corners of the quilt, and got up and walked out of the felt tent.

The morning breeze blew away the clouds and mist. Standing on the cliff and looking around, there was no cloud in the sky and the morning light was brilliant.

The author has something to say: I would like to recommend a friend's fantasy novel: Lady Tumei's "My Supermarket Through the Past and Present"

Copywriter:

Yun Chu, whose career and love are both at a low point, inherits his own ordinary small supermarket with the mentality of escaping.

However, on the first day as a supermarket owner, she discovered that her supermarket was not ordinary at all.

—Every late at night, a wooden door would appear out of nowhere in the supermarket, and then customers wearing clothes from different dynasties would come in one after another.

—The little girl who was sold by her parents for two bushels of rice, wolfed down a piece of bread given by Yun Chu, drank AD calcium milk, hugged her legs and cried, saying that she wanted to be her maid.

—A soldier from the Republic of China who was about to go to the battlefield took out his treasured watch and wanted to exchange it for rice and flour from Yunchu so that he could have a good meal for his comrades.

—The young wife in ancient times who was abused by her husband held Yun Chu and cried inconsolably. She drank Coke and said she couldn’t live anymore and wanted to jump into the river, while shouting for another bottle... —A certain general who was treated by her refused to leave and insisted on being her bodyguard...

Yun Chu: ...I just want to be an ordinary supermarket owner!

Looking at the Republic of China marshal who pushed open the wooden door and walked in with great momentum, Yun Chu grabbed the hand of a certain door god who was drawing his sword and shouted:

"Calm down, you are in the same industry!"

A certain door god: "Hmm?"