The princess and the lord are brothers and sisters

When Ji Yinrong woke up, it was already dark outside, and he was lying in a broken cave by the fire. The wound on his body had obviously been treated, but it was still burning hot.

"Are you awake?" A person from outside the cave came in and saw that he was awake. He was surprised but happy, and limped over to sit beside him, "You are injured, don't move around, do you want a drink?" As he spoke, he took the water bag and brought it to his lips.

Ji Yinrong was indeed very thirsty, so he drank some water with her hand.

"How do you feel?" The man came to touch his forehead gently.

Ji Yinrong was stunned, the man's face in the firelight was gray, with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, and only a pair of watery autumn pupils, black and white, clear and agile.

"But..." He couldn't help but shake her hand.

Yang Yingjun froze for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly: "You..."

Ji Yinrong smiled feebly, and sighed: "I thought my life would end here, but I never thought that I should die. Being with Ran'er, luck doesn't seem to be too bad."

"..."

Yang Yingjun withdrew his hand abruptly, with a strange expression on his face: "You... have you recovered your memory?"

Ji Yinrong's eyes flashed, his smile disappeared, and he shook his head sadly.

"..." Yang Yingjun let out a "huh" and asked in confusion, "No?"

"Why do you think so?"

Yang Yingjun scratched his face uncomfortably, his eyes flickered: "You call me Raner..."

Ji Yinrong smiled, with warm eyes: "Didn't you say your name is Yang Pianran? What's wrong with calling you?"

"Er...that's what you called it before you lost your memory, so..."

"So you think I've recovered my memory?"

Yang Yingjun looked at him dubiously: "You really don't remember anything?"

Ji Yinrong showed a look of pain, and smiled wryly: "I just remember that the tiger was almost torn in two, but fortunately, I managed to injure it severely and drive it away..."

When he said this, Yang Yingjun immediately lost the mind to ask questions, and said with concern: "You have many wounds on your body, the left shoulder blade is the deepest wound, like a bite, the conditions here are limited, I can only help you clean the wound first, and bandage it casually Come on, when it dawns, we will hurry up and see a doctor when we arrive in Yizhou."

Ji Yinrong's eyes fell on her right leg fixed with a branch, her eyes darkened, and she said, "What's wrong with your foot?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I fell off the horse and I don't know if I got dislocated."

Ji Yinrong sat up anxiously: "Let me see..."

Yang Yingjun hurriedly held him down: "Don't move around, what's there to see? It's a broken bone, and it won't hurt more than you. You should lie down quickly."

Ji Yinrong's chest felt hot, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the ashes on her face, his eyes were gentler than the moonlight: "Aifei..."

"..."

The corner of Yang Yingjun's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help wondering if this guy had been injured too much and his brain had deteriorated?Didn't Muhra and Simmoti both make it clear before?One of them is the Queen of the South and the other is the Emperor of the North. Why does he still call him "Love Concubine"?

"If you have a wife like you, what more can a husband ask for?"

"..." His eyes were too hot, Yang Yingjun turned his face away guiltily and coughed dryly, and said, "Then what, you should take the time to rest, you have to drive a day tomorrow, the mountain road is bumpy, and you will be hurt by then." It's gone."

Ji Yinrong suddenly snorted.

Yang Yingjun was taken aback: "What's the matter?"

He grabbed her hand hard, his face turned white from the pain, but the corner of his mouth was still smiling: "As the saying goes, a man bleeds but does not shed tears, but this pain is so unbearable..."

Yang Yingjun wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve in disbelief: "You... just bear with it, bear with it... you... why don't you think of something else to divert your attention?"

The more nervous she was, the more relieved he was: "Why don't you sing to me?"

"what?"

Ji Yinrong looked at the dark roof of the cave, his face with a few bloodstains in the firelight was half bright and half sad, and murmured: "I vaguely remember that when I was sick when I was a child, my mother would sing to lull me to sleep... "

"...Didn't you lose your memory?"

Ji Yinrong turned his eyes and smiled at her: "Occasionally, I will remember sporadic and vague fragments."

... I don't know if it's true or not.But obviously now is not the time to pursue it. After all, the other party suffered such serious injuries for himself, and Yang Yingjun's heart is not made of stone, so it is impossible to remain indifferent.With a dry cough, she said, "My sister is also like this. Every time she gets sick, she will make all kinds of noises and act like a baby, just like a child. She has to be coaxed to take medicine to sleep well."

Ji Yinrong's eyes flickered: "Your sister?"

"Yeah..." Thinking of that beautiful girl, Yang Yingjun felt lost in his heart: "I don't know how she is..." Since Suzhou City has not been breached, she should be safe and sound.

Ji Yinrong's expression softened, and he comforted: "It's okay, I believe you will see her soon."

Yang Yingjun couldn't help but look at him when he heard this.

The four eyes are facing each other, and each other's eyes are the images of each other.

I don't know if the firewood was burning too hot. Yang Yingjun felt a little stuffy for no reason. He quickly avoided his eyes and said casually: "I... Let me ask you, when you changed the lyrics and music of my "Qingsi Snow", did you think...I wrote it? Not good enough?"

"Of course not! It's just that I don't think it's suitable for Miss Ziyan to sing." He looked at it earnestly, and said softly: "That day you performed in front of Muhra, it was indeed a hundred times better than Ziyan. In the future, you will learn Read the sheet music, learn how to play the piano, and I believe you will write a song especially "Qing Si Xue"."

The thorn in his heart was pulled out in just a few words, and Yang Yingjun couldn't help being happy, and he couldn't hide his joy, so he simply grinned presumptuously: "Hahaha, that's it! I But a talented singer! For the sake of your foresight, okay, I'll be more generous and sing it again for you."

Ji Yinrong couldn't help laughing, and hot emotions surged under his gentle eyes: "It's a great honor."

The autumn wind is bleak outside the cave, and the fire inside the cave is extinguished.

In the crackling sound of firewood, who is singing softly:

"Moon and stars

autumn wind blows

dimly lit

who drinks loneliness

……

In a blink of an eye, blue silk turns into snow

who remembers

I rode my horse through the world of mortals

You play with the yarn by the river

......"

Ji Yinrong slowly closed his eyes in this gentle yet powerful singing voice, his consciousness drifted away gradually, the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up as the beautiful singing voice lasted for a long time.

Hearing the breath in his ears gradually becoming heavy, Yang Yingjun looked down. Ji Yinrong had already fallen asleep, with a peaceful face and a smile on his mouth, sleeping innocently like a child. If there are two people.

After staring blankly for a while, Yang Yingjun sighed, and closed his eyes gloomily, with a somewhat melancholy and confused expression.

Dawn breaks and the sun rises.

Yang Yingjun was startled awake by a strange movement outside the cave, and the firewood had burned out at some point. His first reaction was to look at Ji Yinrong first, and seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he went out of the cave to check.

The sound of someone speaking.

And... there are more than a few people.

Can't quite hear what they're saying.

Yang Yingjun walked forward again, poked his head out to look, and this time he saw and heard clearly, it was a group of Xilan warriors with scimitars at their waists and wearing Hu suits, speaking Xilan!

Yang Yingjun's complexion changed drastically, and he hurried back into the cave, shaking Ji Yinrong awake: "Hey wake up, wake up..."

Ji Yinrong opened his eyes suddenly, and Yang Yingjun was taken aback by the light shot from his eyes like cold arrows.After seeing who was in front of him clearly, those frozen eyes instantly turned into spring water, and a smile appeared: "Of course."

Yang Yingjun looked nervous, and lowered his voice, "The people from Xilan Kingdom are chasing us, we need to get out of here quickly."

Ji Yinrong withdrew his smile and sat up covering his injured shoulder.But with such a simple movement, his face turned pale and his lips lost all blood in pain.

Yang Yingjun felt worried just looking at it, so he hurriedly came to help him: "Be patient."

At this time, a person outside the cave shouted something, Ji Yinrong grabbed Yang Yingjun's hand, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were extremely serious: "Well, they found our horseshoe prints, and they will find it here soon, you If you take me with you, you will only be dragged down, so hurry up!"

Yang Yingjun's brow was sweating anxiously: "Stop fucking nonsense!" Thinking of something, he picked up Ji Yinrong and walked deep into the cave.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

Without saying a word, Yang Yingjun took him to the depths of the cave, laid him down by the cave wall, took his outer robe to wrap his whole body, and spread the weeds in the cave on top.

Ji Yinrong's expression changed: "But..."

"Hush!" Yang Yingjun looked at him seriously, and said, "You stay here quietly, and I will go out to lure them away."

Ji Yinrong suddenly clasped her wrist, gripping it tightly, his face was ashen, and his eyes were all messed up: "No!"

Yang Yingjun smiled: "You know I will never listen to you obediently." Then, he went to break his hand.

Ji Yinrong was sweating profusely from the pain, but he still clung to her with all his strength. He had never been so afraid, and he had never tried so hard to keep something like this moment.I don't want dignity or anything, the corners of his lips trembled, and he begged her hoarsely: "But, don't, you can't go..."

I have never seen him so panicked, not even when he was attacked by a tiger yesterday.Yang Yingjun was stunned, something popped up in his mind, which disturbed his thoughts, but at this moment he couldn't think about it at all, instead he held Ji Yinrong's cold hand, and suddenly smiled: "To be able to live and die with a generation of emperors I, Yang Yingjun, have not lived in vain. Ji Yinrong, promise me that you will not kill Ji Yinli in your lifetime."

Ji Yinrong's face was bloodless, as pale as paper, and only a pair of eyes were terribly black.

"Yang Pianran, I order you, no, yes, go! This is the imperial decree!"

"You really recovered your memory..." Yang Yingjun smiled helplessly, leaned down, and whispered in his ear: "I have always wanted to tell you a secret...I...in fact...not Yang Pianran... ..." While he was stunned and distracted, he hit him hard on the back of the neck with the silver handle of the dagger, and he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Yang Yingjun covered him again, stood up, and left the cave resolutely.