Chun Feng Du Jian

Wen Heng is a very intelligent person, and no one can deny this since he was a child.He is good at deduction and analysis, if there were no changes in Prince Qing's mansion back then, it might have already entered the court and was flourishing in Dali Temple.

But he has never been like this in his life, suspecting that he is too tired and his head has a problem, or that he suddenly lost his mind.

How could Wen Kezhen be Nie Zhu?

Too much time has passed, and many childhood memories have been blurred, but Wen Heng has always clearly remembered that Wen Kezhen was a kind and loving father. His mother, relatives and friends, and even the guards and servants at home all respected him. , praised him for being upright and upright, "he is also mad, chivalrous and gentle".What's more, he is the son of the former emperor and the younger brother of the present emperor. Such a noble man, except for the current emperor, has no one to support him. How could he be willing to hide his name and deliberately sneak into the martial arts sect, just to steal a hand? What is the purpose of the ancient sword?

But if it wasn't for him, where would the accusation of "deceiving the emperor" come from?Why is his death related to Feng Baoyi and Xuan Yuanjian?

Wen Heng was in a daze for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt cold. It wasn't until Xue Qinglan's hand on his wrist slipped that Wen Heng came back to his senses. Xue Qinglan's whole body was cold, her complexion was as pale as snow, and she had lost consciousness.

Wen Heng hurriedly hugged Xue Qinglan, put his palm against his back and sent a stream of pure Qi.After his body gradually warmed up, Wen Heng's heart hanging high in his throat fell back into his stomach, and secretly regretted: "Qinglan's injury is at a critical moment, but I was distracted at this time, which almost delayed him. In the future There is plenty of time to find out the truth slowly, the most important thing right now is to heal his injury first, and we must stop thinking about it."

Wen Heng is guilty of not noticing for a while, but also wants to use this to concentrate on one thing, and not to be confused and shaken by those guesses.He helped Xue Qinglan back to the bed, went downstairs to ask the inn clerk for hot water, and casually ate some food to satisfy his hunger.After returning to the room after dinner, he first twisted a towel to wipe off the blood on Xue Qinglan's body, then washed himself, lay down on the other side of the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover the two of them.

Xue Qinglan's body was still faintly cold, Wen Heng was afraid of involving his chest injury, so he didn't dare to hug him too tightly, so he clasped one of his hands sideways, in case the cold broke out in the middle of the night so that he could detect it in time.He has been running around for days, working hard, and now he is tired like a tide, and soon falls into a deep sleep in this position.

As the saying goes, "Think about it every day and dream at night", Wen Heng was disturbed by the incident of the Chu family's sword sect during the day. Although he repeatedly warned himself not to think about it, he still had a nightmare when he fell asleep. In front of him, he suddenly found himself on the road to escape again. It was snowing heavily in the middle of winter, and it was freezing to the bone. Fan Yang was kneeling in front of him, wounded, while in the distance, there was a faint glow of fire... There was a tearing pain in his chest, and he was shocked. Waking up from the dream, he subconsciously clenched his palms tightly, but felt that his hands were cold, and it was Xue Qinglan's cold that couldn't be suppressed again.

The chronic disease in his body flared up very badly in the middle of the night, Wen Heng simply stopped getting up, and only pulled Xue Qinglan's shoulders to make him turn over to face him, stretched out his hand to hug him, and the palm of his hand naturally fell on the vest.While infusing his true energy, he secretly calculated: this small town lacks medical care and medicine, the inn is crowded with people every day, and internal injuries are the least disturbing to outsiders. Tomorrow, he should find a quiet place and prepare for a long-term stay.

Just as he was thinking about it, the person in his arms suddenly struggled a few times. Wen Heng thought he had hurt him, and let go of his arms a little, but he didn't want Xue Qinglan to crawl deep into his arms like a small animal shy from the cold. Drowsy, he suddenly called out "senior brother" in a daze.

It seems that this is a dream of the past on Yueying Mountain four years ago, Wen Heng couldn't help but feel his heart soften, he hugged him and replied in a warm voice: "Yes, I am here."

Xue Qinglan grabbed his sleeve, as if trying to shrink herself into a small ball and stuffed it into his lapel, muttering: "Cold..."

"Don't be afraid," Wen Heng stroked his soft long hair scattered on his back, and coaxed patiently, "Senior brother hugs you, you won't be cold in a while, go to sleep."

Xue Qinglan has been so easy to coax since he was a child. Wen Heng hugged him sideways, and slowly ran along his back like a cat. After dozens of strokes, he stretched out his limbs and fell into a deep sleep again.

However, Xu Shi had exhausted his energy by talking too much the day before yesterday, coupled with the increase in the number of cold attacks in his body, Xue Qinglan's injury did not improve the next day, but worsened, and he developed a fever at dawn.Wen Heng asked the store clerk to hire a car early in the morning, and took them to Wuning City, dozens of miles away. Not long after they left the town, the sky turned cloudy outside, and there was faint thunder in the distance, and it started to rain a while later .

Xue Qinglan was so burned that his bones ached all over his body, his chest was suffocated unspeakably, and he didn't even have the strength to move his limbs. He was held in Wen Heng's arms drowsily. He was thrown into the fire to be roasted again. He had been trained by the cold in his body for many years, but he couldn't bear this kind of torture. He wished to break free from this heavy body immediately, so as not to continue to suffer from the pain; There is a thread that has always held his soul, making him reluctant to let go, and he can't bear to get away immediately.

Wen Heng saw him moving back and forth constantly, even dizzy, his lips were white, but his cheeks were flushed with blood, and the frowning and bitter look seemed to have directly stabbed him in the heart, calling him The pain was excruciating and cold, but he could only watch helplessly with his hands tied, not even being able to share the pain for him.

He wanted to simply light Xue Qinglan's sleeping point to save him from this temporary suffering, but he was afraid that something might happen that would prevent him from discovering the problem in time, so he could only use his internal energy to suppress Xue Qinglan's upper body chill.After such worrying for an unknown amount of time, Xue Qinglan seemed to wake up a little bit, her eyes seemed to be half-open, and she looked up at Wen Heng in his arms, her eyes were hazy due to the high fever.Wen Heng still thought that he was uncomfortable, put the back of his hand against his hot forehead, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The carriage was swaying, and Xue Qinglan could hear the sound of wind and rain. At first glance, he seemed to be in the wilderness. It took him a lot of effort to make a weak voice: "Where are we going?"

His voice was so low that Wen Heng had to bow his head slightly to hear clearly, and replied: "It's going to Wuning City. Be good, when we settle down, we will start treating your injuries."

He thought that Xue Qinglan was conscious at the moment, but before he finished speaking, Xue Qinglan's strength came from nowhere, and he grabbed him by the neckline and said in a panic, "Don't go!"

The sound was hoarse and urgent, and his expression even carried a rare sternness. Wen Heng was taken aback, and hurriedly comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry, speak slowly, what's wrong?"

Xue Qinglan grabbed his clothes tightly, even though his voice was weak, he could still hear a clear pleading cry: "Don't go to Runing...it's dangerous..."

Wen Heng said: "It's not Ru Ning, it's Wu Ning—"

He stopped abruptly.

Countless revolving events of the past, various details that he noticed or did not notice, doubts buried in his heart and resentment that he dared not touch... At this moment, thousands of fragments finally pieced together a complete picture. The snowy night gradually coincided with today's seven years later, and the cry to break through the fog came from afar from the end of the memory, and turned into a crazy heartbeat that was almost out of control in his chest at this moment.

As soon as Wen Heng opened his mouth, his voice trembled to the point of losing his composure. As if he was afraid of shattering someone's dream, he called him softly and tentatively: "Ah Que?"

And Xue Qinglan was still deep in a dream, and with his unchanging answer, whispered in Wen Heng's ear: "My lord... don't be afraid."

I will definitely protect you.

The author has something to say: the confession is done in one go~