Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

The two of them were busy at the lake for an hour, tinkering with five or six items.

So I went to wash the fish, but Nan Xian didn't follow. She wanted to go to the garden to have a look.

Although time is running out, picking some flowers and putting them in a vase will make them feel full of life, which is eye-catching after all.

After wandering around the garden, I found a few flowers in full bloom.

After all, Xiang Mansion was once very prosperous. The flowers in the mansion were treasures from all over the world. There were flowers in full bloom in all seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Nan Xian folded a few flowers that resembled wintersweet, gently sniffed the fragrance, and instantly felt relaxed and happy.

She looked around selectively, ignoring some pale bones emerging from the ground, and calmly waved the flower branches and prepared to return to the main house.

Suddenly, she vaguely seemed to hear something.

Like a crash.

She was going to take a look, but she thought that she had been delayed for a long time in picking flowers, and Xiang Mansion had long been tightly surrounded. If there was any sound, it should have come from elsewhere.

It was getting colder at night. Nan Xian shivered, turned the toes of her shoes when she stepped out, and skipped back to the main house.

Fish soup was simmering on the small stove in the room, and the mist curled up. The soup became milky white and fragrant.

Nan Xian's eyes lit up, and he went over to smell it. Under the young man's gentle and doting gaze, he praised, "It smells so good!"

Therefore, most of the food she hoards is food that can be stored for a long time, such as steamed buns and pickles. Her stomach has been clamoring for dissatisfaction in the past few days.

"Qi Nian, you are awesome!" Nan Xian looked at the fish in the pot eagerly, praising with bright eyes.

The smile on So Cheng's lips deepened, he put the dishes away, and his eyes passed over the flowers: "The flowers are also very fragrant."

Nan Xian laughed with satisfaction, like a child who had been praised. She put the flowers in the bottle and sat back down by the small stove.

On a bitingly cold snowy night, the warmth is warm by the stove.

Both of them tacitly did not mention Xiang Kuan's matter.

Nan Xian talked a lot, so she pulled him and asked him about his past events, which ended up getting angry. The young man stared at her with dark eyes: "Xian Xian, why did you read the poem "Spring Yin Desert, Begonia Flowers Underneath the East Wind"? ?”

It was because of this poem that he noticed her at that time.

Nan Xian stiffened and said humbly, "Just, I just recited it casually."

So Cheng's dark eyes were heavy, but he didn't reveal it. He stared at Nanxian for a while and then moved his eyes outside the house. The winter snow was bleak, and pieces of snowflakes were flying in the night sky like catkins.

"Xianxian, do you regret it?" Do you regret coming to him?

He still feels a bit unreal. Does she... really like him?
I like it so much that I don’t care about life and death.

Obviously in those days, she ran to Yunzheng's house more often. Xiang Yunzheng left the house for her, but he could not give up revenge for her and could only watch her leave again and again.

The girl answered simply: "I don't regret it."

So Cheng's pupils shrank, some light flickered, and then fell silent for a while, with rare dejection: "We can't prepare the antidote, we will all die."

"I know." The girl's almond-shaped eyes were crescent, and she blinked again, reaching out to smooth the scowl between the young man's brows: "So you should cherish your last time, and you should also cherish me, and don't waste any more time developing an antidote."

"Aren't you afraid of death, Xianxian?" Gu Cheng's brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

"Of course I'm afraid." Nan Xian rested her elbows on her knees, and her eyes fell on the cold snowy scene outside: "But there is no turning back. Since I have chosen, no matter what the result is, I will happily accept it."

So Cheng remained silent for a long time, just when Nanxian thought he would not speak again.

A deep voice sounded in my ears: "Thirteen years ago, Xiang Kuan had a grudge against me for killing my mother and my relatives..."

Nan Xian heard him quietly reveal his past. Although he already knew the reason for his revenge, he still couldn't help but feel sorry for this young man.

After the fire, he didn't live a day for himself.

Perhaps deep down in his heart, he was also looking forward to death and rebirth and escaping the nightmare, so he didn't prepare an antidote for the first person who was poisoned.

If black sesame is so cruel, it can even poison you to death!The two chatted until late at night. Before falling asleep, Nanxian heard Qixi's excited cry: "Wow wow wow wow wow! Host host, Gu Cheng's favorability value suddenly increased to the full value!"

Nan Xian grasped the quilt tightly and shook his head: "Don't make any noise!"

The next morning, the snow stopped.

Nan Xian huddled in the bed and refused to come out. She coquettishly said with sleepy eyes: "Good luck, please let me sleep for a little while, just a little while. I promise to get up after sleeping for a while."

The young man's uncontrollable smile flowed from his eyes, he responded softly, and took his breakfast to the kitchen to warm it up.

After leaving the kitchen, the young man went to the pharmacy again.

It's just that today it's no longer about developing an antidote.

The girl snuggled softly next to him last night——

"Qinian, I don't want to become a monster. Can you develop a poison that can kill people without pain? It's best to be sweet. I'm afraid of bitterness."

The girl's light words almost instantly caused Gu Cheng's hands to clenched into fists.

Nan Xian stayed in bed for a long time and finally got up slowly.

There is no way, winter is really a season when everything should go dormant.

After breakfast, heavy snow began to fall in the sky again, and the roofs and trees were completely white in the distance. Nan Xian went to the pharmacy to see Qi Nian for a while, and saw him mixing medicine, so he didn't ask any questions.

Build a snowman on the snow by yourself.

She worked very seriously, and in a short time she had built the outline of the snowman, which only needed to be repaired and decorated. She ran a little further, looking everywhere for decorations that could make the snowman come alive.

As she passed the front yard, she heard another violent crash.

She frowned and walked towards the door.

Separated by a courtyard, it was quiet inside, but outside there was a roaring sound.

This is the second time that the Imperial City Army besieged Xiang Yunzheng.

No one expected that this sickly young man could survive until now.

But it can only be now.

The Holy One gave a death order!The things in Xiangfu must not be released!
However, this young man got a thick tree trunk from nowhere and slammed the door of Xiang Mansion desperately again and again.

He wanted to die, they didn't want to become the same monsters as everyone in Xiang Mansion!

The general in silver-white armor looked coldly at the frail young man who hit the door of the palace, with murderous intent in his eyes, and waved his hand: "Your Majesty has ordered, kill without mercy!"

Countless feather arrows sank into the young man's body like brilliant fireworks.

Xiang Yunzheng's fingers curled up in pain. He paused, then raised his arm with difficulty and hit the door.

"Crazy!" This word came to everyone's mind.

The general frowned and raised his hand again: "Let go!"

puff
The young man was shot into a sieve of blood, and the bright blood stained the entire door of Xiang Mansion.

One of the subordinates went to check his breathing and saw the young man's dark and sinister eyes. He couldn't help but shudder and called back with a trembling voice: "General, he is dead."

"How to dispose of the body?"

"Throw it to the mass graves on the outskirts of Beijing!"

Just as the general gave the order, someone on the side couldn't help but said: "General, Xiang Mansion is not clean. This young man has been at the gate of Xiang Mansion for several days. It is inevitable that he will not be stained with filth. If the body is accidentally eaten by wild dogs in the mass graves, I am afraid that in trouble."

The middle-aged general thought for a moment, agreed with his subordinates' statement, and led the soldiers to leave in a mighty manner.