Zi Nan shook his head, "To be precise, Fangtian Huaji is a weapon, and most of the users are generals who march for war, just like ordinary rivers and lakes who take swords instead of Mao Ge. With this weapon, it is also possible. Just the princess asked what this did? "

"It's nothing. So who else is Wang Renyi among the people you know ..." After thinking about it, Luoxi stopped again and pointed to the front: "It's really here, indeed the guard on board!"

Zi Nan smiled lightly and stopped. "The princess went in. When I saw the princess seeing Lord Yan safely, I went back."

Luoxi bowed his head and nodded. The only thing he could say was thank you, but he didn't seem so happy to hear her say thank you. After thinking about it, she said nothing. Standing at the spot and watching him for a while, he slowly turned around, leaned to the side of the road, and walked to the front door.

When he came to the guard, he was naturally blocked.

"Who's this? This is the boss, go away!"

"I'm Princess Luoxi." She couldn't even believe this sentence. I never thought that she would take a wound, wear an ordinary civilian girl's clothes, and wear hair that had not been groomed day and night, not stained with lead, and no jewelry, standing in front of the Beijing Imperial Guard, telling them that Princess Luoxi.

The two were stunned. One of them looked at her, and some did not dare to look directly, approaching the other person and whispering, "It looks a bit like."

The man also looked at Luoxi and dared not care. He said to the guard: "You are here, I will report first." Then he ran into the gate.

Luoxi stood outside the door, slowly turned his head to look at the streets not far away.

Zi Nan was still standing in the same place, her coat fluttering in the wind, a few strands of ink-like hair rose slowly and hung down.

Once, she felt that the only thing she liked and desperately liked in her life was a man named Han Zinan who was the world's best in literary style. This feeling, especially after she was forced to marry someone, was more intense. But later, she fell in love with the man who dispersed her and the man she liked. She said that she was in love. She knew that she really liked it. Both were like it, but they were very different. Kind of feeling. She is very clear. She likes Yan Jing. She wants to be with Yan Jing, but she does n’t know what happened to Zi Nan.

She didn't have that strong desire to be with Zi Nan, only his figure would occasionally appear in her mind. His smile often touched her soul ... beautiful, moving, and erratic. Zi Nan is actually more like a dream, a man she has seen countless times in her dream. When she saw him for the first time, she thought he came down from the book, flew out of the story, and was given to her exactly as the pony in her mind. So from that moment on, she decided that her pony was him.

Until now, she couldn't figure out whether she had made a mistake at the beginning, or whether she had changed her mind.

He still looked at her, the white jacket still fluttered in the wind, his long hair still raised behind him, his face lonely and sad. Such stillness, coupled with the galloping horse behind him, seemed to have a fascinating attraction.

Everyone around had their eyes wide open and ran desperately to the side of the road. There was a carriage behind the horse. There was a driver sitting on the carriage. The driver also opened his eyes wide. .

Luoxi suddenly awakened, and his eyes widened at the same time, striding forward and running forward.

"Be careful!"

Everything was shaking like a dream, she ran desperately, approached him step by step before the carriage came, and pushed him hard to the side of the road.

For a time, the world turned around, for a while, exclamation, and for a time, the pain was unbearable, everything became erratic, and even the pain on the body was fake, only the abdomen consciousness was clearly filled in the mind ... the pain like a knife , The warm liquid gurgled out of her body ... At that moment, she seemed to know what she seemed to feel, and she broke her heart at once, wanted to kneel down to God, and wanted to beg him not, no, but the body, the more It hurts more and more ... "Luoxi, Luoxi--" The cries of pain near her ears came, and she couldn't open her eyes. She could see nothing but chaos.

"Xi'er!" There was another sound different from the previous one. She felt her body hang in the air, and was hugged violently. The head was a hard chest, and the nose was a familiar breath.

Trance heard the ticking of blood dripping on the ground, and the hot tears slipped out of her eyes. All the pain was unbearable. She finally lay in her arms and closed her eyes dumbly.

When I opened my eyes again, there was an orange candlelight swaying in the room. There were two pretty seventeen-year-old maids in front of me.

The bed was very soft, the comforter was comfortable, the body was warm and there was some faint pain.

One of the maids saw her and said happily: "The princess is awake! I'll go and notify the adult!"

"Princess, do you feel uncomfortable?" The girl who left behind asked her softly. Luoxi stared blankly at everything he could see in front of him. The horse running fast forward, Zi Nan's sad face, and then Yan Yan's voice before sleep.

"What's wrong with me?" She asked.

"Princess ... The princess is fine." The maid hesitated for a moment, and she turned her eyes away when she spoke, and no longer looked at her. Intuition told her that there was something hidden from her, and she told her that she had something, there was something very big, but she did n’t want to ask in a hurry, even, she did n’t want to ask, and then she desperately told herself that she did n’t Lie to her, where dare to lie to her?

The window was closed tightly, and a large floor screen was placed in front of the bed. After a door was opened, the door was pushed through the screen, and the door was pushed open. It was day instead of night, and there was sunshine outside. A figure walked in hurriedly from the outside, bypassing the screen and reaching the bed.

Seeing the figure, she knew that it was Yan Jing.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked in a low voice as he sat down in front of the bed.

She didn't see any strange emotions in his eyes, sad, lost, sorry, angry ... nothing.

"It hurts a little," she replied, saying that it was the weakness and sadness that even she could hear.

A trace of heartache appeared on Yan Jing's face, and she caressed her hair. "You were hit by a carriage, your shoulders and back were bruised, and your legs were broken. You should take more rest for a while."

"Scratch? Fracture? Is that the case?" Her eyes were full of hope, almost begging.

Yan Jing nodded his head, "Fortunately, he didn't fall to his head, so he would watch more on the road."

His nod was exactly the answer she was expecting, but ... she was still uncomfortable, still unstoppable heartache, unstoppable sorrow, and she put out her strength to stretch her arm out Go outside the quilt and pull his hand.

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