Chapter 92 She said, this world is just a book...

Jiang Yanyi was stunned for a moment, and was caught off guard by his words: "Why are you talking about this suddenly?"

Feng Shuo looked at her confused look, sighed softly in his heart, turned his head, and kissed her forehead with his slightly cold lips. There was an undercurrent in his eyes that Jiang Yanyi could not see: "I want to tie you to me, and you can't run away in this life."

Jiang Yan turned her head to look at him: "You said this as if you had done something wrong."

Feng Shuo reached out and messed up her bun, which was not very neat to begin with, "I have a clear conscience about you."

He looked at the crescent moon in the sky and said: "I often have a dream recently. In the dream, you are dead, but I don't recognize you. Xizhou City was broken, "Corpses everywhere..."

Every time he woke up from a dream, cold sweat crawled all over his back, and a chill ran through his bones.

Everything in the dream was too real, he couldn't even tell which was the dream and which was the real world. But the boundless sense of vanity and panic almost swallowed him up.

When Jiang Yanyi heard Feng Shuo talk about the dream, a turbulent wave had already been set off in his heart. What he dreamed of was most likely his original destiny.

Perhaps, it was time to tell him everything.

She mustered up her courage and said, "Feng Shuo, what if what I say is all true?"

Feng Shuo's eyes became cold almost instantly, and the hand around her waist unconsciously increased its strength, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Yanyi looked into his eyes and said, "Do you remember what I said before? I said that Jiang Yanyi from the capital and I are not the same person."

Her heart was beating wildly. At this moment, she was not sure what she would face after she told everything. Perhaps her family and lover would turn against her, but she also knew that it was time to tell Feng Shuo this.

She calmed down and continued, "The real daughter of the Jiang family died after hitting a wall on the first day she came to Xizhou."

Feng Shuo's eyes were filled with a heaviness that Jiang Yanyi could not understand. He gently stroked Jiang Yanyi's cheek and asked, "If that is true, am I dreaming now?"

Jiang Yanyi shook her head, "This world, the world I originally lived in, is just a book. What you saw in your dream is the original ending of the book. I don't know how I ended up in this body after I died in the original world. What you see and experience now are all real, but there is a difference from the trajectory of the original book."

Feng Shuo thought it was absurd, but he had previously investigated Jiang Yanyi because of suspicion. She was a completely different person in Xizhou than in the capital.

Now it seems to make sense.

It was just a little ridiculous. Everything he had gained by risking his life for more than 20 years, whether it was pain or joy, was just a fate determined by others with just a few strokes.

Feng Shuo closed his eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

"My real name is Jiang Yanyi. In my original world, I was a wine shop owner."

Feng Shuo said, "I met you from the beginning?"

Jiang Yanyi could feel that his arm was a little stiff. The ancients feared ghosts and gods. In their eyes, she was almost a lonely ghost.

This embrace, perhaps, could no longer belong to her.

There was a pain in her heart, sharp and suffocating, as if a sharp knife had stabbed into it, causing blood to flow.

Jiang Yanyi stood up. She was smiling, but she couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes. "Yes, and no. This body is not mine. I wasn't this pretty before. I was so ordinary... If I blend into the crowd, maybe you won't recognize me."

When the tears burst out of her eyes, Jiang Yanyi realized that she was deeper in this relationship than she realized.

It was also at this time that she realized that she was afraid of losing Feng Shuo.

The sobriety and rationality she said had become a joke.

When they first met, he had cold eyebrows and eyes standing under the wind lamp of Huotou Camp. After they got to know each other, he always had a bit of perverseness in his mouth when he smiled. Later, when he looked at her, his eyes would soften unconsciously.

Past events flashed through Jiang Yanyi's mind. She was playing chess in his room and had notes stuck on his forehead. When she made him medicinal food, he refused to eat vegetarian food. When she said she wanted to raise a cat, he said he disliked it, but when the kitten crawled into his boot, he just looked helpless. When she learned of Mrs. Jiang's death, she took her out of the city on horseback to relax. In the plum forest, she shook the plum tree to shake off the snow on his body...

It turned out that she and he had so many memories and pasts without realizing it.

To let go of all this is like pulling out a vine that has already rooted into the heart.

Does it hurt?

How can it not hurt? But

if she chose to be honest, then all this should have been expected.

Feng Shuo didn't speak for a long time. Jiang Yanyi didn't dare to look into his eyes again. She turned her head away to hide the tears on her face and said in a nonchalant tone: "Did you get scared? This is the secret I told you before that I would hide from you."

Feng Shuo finally spoke with a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry."

Sorry for what? Sorry that he couldn't accept her like this anymore?

Even though he had expected such an ending, Jiang Yanyi's heart still ached at this moment.

His mind was in a mess. He felt cold before, but now all his senses seemed to have become dull. Only his chest felt like it was cut by a sharp knife and was hurt by the cold wind.

Jiang Yanyi just wanted to escape from here quickly. She stood up. Without her cold-proof cloak, the coldness of the north wind blowing over the roof penetrated into her bones.

"Nothing. It's late, I should go back. Please find me a wooden ladder after the prince goes down." She tried to hide it, but her strong nasal tone still betrayed her.

Tears kept flowing, and Jiang Yanyi wiped her eyes wolfishly.

When she was hugged tightly from behind and wrapped in a warm cloak again, she could no longer hold back her sobs.

"What nonsense are you talking about." Feng Shuo's voice sounded like a sigh.

"If I had known earlier that I didn't have much time left, maybe I wouldn't have provoked you. If you can't change the destined ending, how will you protect yourself if I die?" He once said that he would teach her to ride a horse and shoot arrows, wield a sword, and let her be able to protect herself.

But if he died, the royal family and various nobles would fight to divide his power, and she would be a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Jiang Yanyi didn't expect that this was the reason why he said "I'm sorry". She was choked with sorrow and joy, and couldn't speak: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Feng Shuo asked her to turn around and reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

"I am a lonely ghost from another world..."

"Fortunately, you came, fortunately, I met you." Feng Shuo stroked her cheek with his thumb, "When I had those dreams, I was thinking, what would I do if you were really gone? Now I tell you, Jiang Yanyi, I will go crazy."

"If you say this is a dream and what I dream about is the real world, I probably will never want to wake up."

"Before you, I didn't know what love was. After I met you, I realized that there really can be someone living in a person's heart. It was snowing, and the first thing I wanted to do was to let you see it. I happened to find a pearl hairpin and bought it because I thought it suited you. When I was looking for a book, I found a travel journal and thought that you might like it... I didn't think about you on purpose, but when I opened my eyes and closed them, I saw you all the time."

Jiang Yanyi hugged Feng Shuo tightly, sobbing on his shoulder.

Feng Shuo stroked her hair on her back: "When people forget another person, the first thing they forget is his voice and appearance. Those things that people remember at the beginning are actually the easiest to forget. When we are old, maybe you don’t remember what I look like now. What you still remember are the decades we have spent together, the things I taught you, and the casual habits of raising your hands and feet."

"We will grow old together. Appearance is the first thing to disappear with the years. For a longer period of time, all we see is each other's aging appearance. I don't even mind what you look like when you are in your seventies or eighties. Do you still think that I care about what you look like now?"

He lifted Jiang Yanyi's chin with one hand and kissed her eyelids, making her cry uncontrollably: "Are you stupid?"

"Feng Shuo." Jiang Yanyi called him with a strong nasal tone.

"Hmm?"

"Marry me."

"Okay."

After being blown by the cold wind on the roof for most of the night, Jiang Yanyi fell ill the next day. He felt dizzy and couldn't get out of bed.

Aunt Guo got up early in the morning and cooked porridge in the kitchen. When it was time for dinner, Jiang Yanyi didn't get up yet. She came to her room to call her and found that Jiang Yanyi had a fever. Her whole body was hot and her eyes were swollen like walnuts.

"Hey, boss, why are you so sick?" Aunt Guo was shocked and asked Yang Xiu to go out and call a doctor.

Jiang Yanyi had a headache, eye pain, sore limbs, and fatigue. When he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse: "It's okay."

"It's okay. Don't go out to get some fresh air today. Take good care of yourself." Aunt Guo pushed Jiang Yanyi, who was struggling to sit up, back into the quilt. She looked around the room and couldn't figure out how Jiang Yanyi caught a cold. She said, "Is the room too big and a charcoal basin can't keep it warm? I'll get another charcoal basin."

Aunt Guo was quick and found another charcoal basin quickly.

Qiu Kui heard that Jiang Yanyi was sick, and she was so anxious that tears came out. She stayed by Jiang Yanyi's bed and refused to leave.

It is said that illness comes like a mountain falling. Jiang Yanyi now feels chest tightness and nausea, and can't eat. If she didn't know that this is just a common cold in later generations, she would have thought that she had a terminal illness.

However, the medical level in ancient times was not as good as that in later generations. Many people died from colds, so everyone treated colds as serious illnesses.

The doctor took Jiang Yanyi's pulse and prescribed medicine. Aunt Guo went to the kitchen to boil the medicine, and Qiu Kui applied a warm cloth to Jiang Yanyi's forehead.

Chu Yangui also wanted to come and see Jiang Yanyi, but considering that he was not in good health to begin with, Jiang Yanyi didn't let him go because he was afraid of infecting him with the cold. Jiang Yanyi

regretted it now as much as she did last night on the rooftop. Why did she go to the rooftop on a cold night in the middle of winter to have a life-and-death farewell with Feng Shuo's family?

Even if you want to show your cards, it would be better to find a safe and warm place.

As expected, when emotions come up, people do things without thinking.

She lay paralyzed on the bed, with a towel covering her forehead, sighing uncontrollably.

At this time, Feng Shuo, who was discussing matters with a group of aides in the study of the palace, was also sneezing constantly, and his head was dizzy.

During the break, Xing Yao couldn't help but whispered: "Master, I'm afraid you have caught a cold. Let the doctor in the palace take your pulse and prescribe some medicine."

Feng Shuo raised his eyes: "The king will catch a cold? A-choo——"

The study was silent.

The King of Liaoning, who had always been only injured by knives and swords, also caught a cold for the first time.