Thorn silk gl

When Fuwan woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the dark stone wall above his head.

The light was gray, and it was hard to tell whether it was morning or evening.She blinked and wanted to sit up, but she felt that her body was extremely heavy, her hands and feet were limp and she had no strength at all.

She struggled to look down, only to notice a person pressed against her chest.

Bai Chan held her hand tightly with one hand, seemed extremely tired, fell asleep beside the stone bed.The bun was spread out, and the black hair like a waterfall spread softly on her body, as if it was entangled with her heart.

Fu Wan took a light breath.

With such a quick movement, Bai Chan woke up with a start.She supported her forehead and sat up slowly: "Are you awake?"

Fu Wan looked at her, wondering if it was an illusion, Bai Chan's face seemed to be a little paler than before, and now it was still a little black.

Seeing her in a daze, Bai Chan naturally touched her forehead and nodded, "The fever is gone."

Fu Wan: "What...is this place?"

Bai Chan replied: "It rained in the second half of the night, so I found a cave to shelter from the rain."

The two of them sat and lay down, Bai Chan was not the type to actively talk to each other, Fu Wan didn't have the strength to toss around, and the cave became quiet.Bai Chan didn't know what she was thinking, she stared straight at Fu Wan, Fu Wan felt a little uncomfortable under her fixed gaze.She avoided her gaze, and searched her guts to find a topic to talk about. When her eyes wandered, she suddenly realized that something was wrong—wait, she was actually wearing Bai Chan's dress next to her?

Fu Wan was dumbfounded: "This... this..."

Bai Chan said lightly: "Your robe is wet, I changed it for you."

Fu Wan had a quick mind, and in an instant he had imagined how Bai Chan took off her soaked clothes and changed her own clothes for her.The whole face was hot and hot, and even the roots of the ears were flushed with water.

Bai Chan frowned lightly: "Don't you have a fever again?"

She seemed to feel that the temperature measurement on the back of her hand was not accurate, so she hesitated for a moment, then moved closer, bent down and pressed her forehead against Fu Wan's.She was wearing Fuwan's coat casually, buttoned up to the highest point of her neck, the size of the dress was too small, she was wearing it a little tight, and with every move, she showed her exquisite figure.

Fu Wan lay stiffly on the spot, watching the smooth forehead getting closer and closer.Immediately, the skin on the forehead was slightly cool, and the two of them quietly pressed together.Bai Chan's hair fell down to cover her, and her straight nose lightly brushed across her face.

Very itchy, very light.

She didn't even dare to take a big breath, like a butterfly falling from her fingertips, it would flap its wings and fly away with a flick.

After a while, Bai Chan stood up and said, "It's still a little hot, you should rest well." Before she finished speaking, she coughed sullenly, and her face became paler.

Fu Wan looked at her keenly: "What's wrong with you?"

Bai Chan said calmly: "It's okay, it's probably because of the rain last night."

Fu Wan pursed her lips—it was a lie, the last time it was also a heavy rain, she remembered clearly that Bai Chan's body was dried by the fresh and pure qi before the rain could touch her body.How could such a person get sick after being exposed to the rain?

Bai Chan stood up as if trying to hide something: "I'll get some water." She stood too quickly and lost her balance, almost tilted, ignoring Fu Wan's worried gaze, instead speeding up and rushing out of the cave.

Fu Wan climbed the stone wall next to him and sat up with difficulty. The wound on his shoulder was well bandaged, and there was a slight pain. It was no longer the palpitating numbness of last night.

Bai Chan quickly turned back and said to her, "Here, water."

A water glass rolled in banana leaves was sent to his lips.

Fu Wan raised her head subconsciously and looked at the other party's indifferent face.Bai Chan has never been expressionless, and her facial features are beautiful, but she is very cold, so cold that people dare not get close to her, like a statue carved from cold jade, she was born to be enshrined high on a Buddhist altar.

At this moment, the two looked at each other, their eyebrows were as frosty as snowy, but it made her read the tenderness.

Fuwan was in a trance, and suddenly remembered the legend about King Zhou of Shang who inscribed a poem on the Temple of Wa. The emperors in the world tried to blaspheme the goddess of the Nine Heavens, and finally angered the gods and caused disasters.

What if it were her instead?What would she be thinking if she were kneeling on the futon and looking up at the face of the goddess?

Bai Chan passed the water forward again.

Fu Wan came back to his senses, bowed his head and took a sip.The cold liquid flowed down the throat into the thirsty stomach, and the limbs stretched out.Suddenly, a blurry scene flashed in my mind.

Last night it seemed... as well?She vaguely remembered that she was tossing and turning, her throat was thirsty, like a dream, someone pried open her lips and teeth, and slowly poured the clear spring water into her mouth.

Fu Wan was stunned holding the banana leaf.

No, it's not over yet.She remembered that after feeding the water, those soft lips moved away for a moment, and then pressed against the wound on her shoulder amidst her suppressed cries of pain.She pressed her tightly, mouthful after mouthful, the poisoned blood was sucked out and spat aside.

Fu Wan shook her hand and said in astonishment: "You—"

"What's wrong?" Bai Chan walked over immediately, bent over to check, and frowned, "It still hurts?"

Her tone was so gentle that it made people trance.

Fu Wan shook her head blankly: "...Bai Chan?"

"Ah."

Fuwan was silent.

She seemed to have turned into the King Zhou looking up at the statue, holding back countless words to say, but didn't know where to start.

She lowered her eyes: "I...I..."

Seeing her silence for a long time, Baichan said, "Are you looking for your things? I'll put them away for you." She leaned over Fuwan, touched the stone wall beside her, and took out a small bag wrapped in cloth. piecemeal.

Fu Wan: ...not this one!

The cloth bag was resting on her lap, and Bai Chan was waiting for her to open it.Fu Wan glanced at her, suddenly discouraged in her heart - what else do you want?Bai Chan values ​​righteousness, and saving her should be a matter of convenience. Seeing her ignorant appearance, how could she know the turbulent waves in her heart?

Fu Wan lowered his head and opened the cloth bags, took them out one by one to inspect, and found that there were many things - the mysterious rags of the ghost painting talisman, the small jade pendant, the whistle, and the portrait picked up from Ganquan Palace.

When she got the jade pendant, her fingertips trembled, and she accidentally rolled the jade pendant under the bed.

Bai Chan quickly caught it, and the moment he handed it over, his expression suddenly fluctuated slightly.

Fu Wan's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

Bai Chan regained consciousness, handed it back to her, and said: "This white jade is not bad, it's a pity."

Fu Wan: "Why do you say that?"

"There was a crack and it was soaked with blood. I'm afraid it's hard to fix it." Bai Chan flicked the long sword on her knee, and the blade hummed.She asked casually, "Is this yours?"

"No," Fu Wan glanced at her and put away the jade pendant, "It was given to me by someone else."

Bai Chan nodded casually, changed the topic, and said, "Speaking of which, why do you carry the portrait of that female official with you?"

Fu Wan: "..." Oh, Huo.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Bai Chan added lightly: "I think her eyes and eyebrows are quite serious, and I'm afraid it's not a good marriage."

Fu Wan barely choked on her saliva: "Ahem... Marriage, what are you talking about?" She took a breath and said in embarrassment, "You misunderstood, we are really not... besides, this painting is not about balance. Then." And talking about others, who can compare to you in terms of evil spirits?

Bai Chan was dubious: "Oh, who is that?"

Fu Wan shook her head: "I don't know either."

Baichan unfolded the scroll again, observed it carefully, and then glanced at Fuwan: "If you cover your eyes, the lips and chin are somewhat similar to you."

Fuwan thought she was joking, and subconsciously replied "how could it be".

Bai Chan covered the upper half of her face with one hand, turned the portrait around, and motioned for her to see for herself.

Fu Wan glanced at her, and her heart skipped a beat—more than a little similar, the bridge of the nose, the jaw, the shape of the lips, and even the slightly raised arc of the corners of the lips were all similar.

Bai Chan reached out and tapped her side of the neck lightly: "And you have a small mole here, so does she."

Fu Wan subconsciously covered her neck, an unbelievable crazy idea flashed in her mind.

She shook her head and murmured: "—it's impossible. No way."

But the more you deny it, the more likely it is.She has never seen her biological mother, and there is no portrait in the palace. She thought it was because the Empress hated Concubine Rou, but if she looked at it another way, everything seemed to make sense.

If the person in this painting is Concubine Rou...

Is the Empress really just disgusted with Concubine Rou?

Fuwan's heart was beating fast, and his mind was full of thoughts.

If the relationship between the Empress and Concubine Rou is as she guessed, how many people inside and outside the palace would know about it?Chu Heng looks exactly like Concubine Rou, and she is from the prime minister's residence. Is it a coincidence or a trick for Lin Xiang to arrange for her to enter the palace as an official?If it was a conspiracy, when did this situation start to be laid?Did Chu Heng know it himself?And the dead maid, the secret deep in the Hall of Mental Cultivation...

Holding her forehead, she felt as if caught in a huge net.In recent days, the undercurrents in various parts of the imperial capital are gradually converging into a raging current, and the blade is pointing directly at the East Palace and the throne behind her.Every step in the future may be a sea of ​​swords and fire.

She stands alone in the eye of the storm, and no one can trust her.

"Fu Wan?"

Fu Wan turned her head, only to see Bai Chan looking at her with a hint of worry.Her heartbeat calmed down slightly.Yes, and this person in front of me.This white dress is clean, like the first handful of snow on the branches in the morning, and it is incompatible with the disputes in the imperial capital.

After a while, Fuwan said softly: "If I owe you my life, I will pay you back."

Bai Chan: "Thank you, if you can make less chaos in the future, then you will be helping."

Fu Wan: "..." Wait, she retracted her preface, this person is not a dusty white snow at all, he is clearly a piece of wood!

She retorted without confidence: "How can I add trouble?"

Bai Chan: "Such as running to the mass grave for a walk in the middle of the night without sleep?"

Fu Wan: "..."

Bai Chan commented objectively: "If you hadn't been injured, none of them would have escaped last night."

Fu Wan: "..." She curled her lips: "How can anyone be perfect? ​​I'm just a civil servant, and fighting and killing is not my strong point." She took out the rag that had been dried, "No."

The rag was stuffed in the corpse's throat for a long time, emitting a foul smell.

Bai Chan was obviously disgusted: "What is this?" The corners of her lips twitched, "Could it be the map you drew again?"

Fu Wan sighed: "It was found from that maid...I said, you dug up that corpse without knowing the reason?"

Bai Chan pursed her lips: "I was entrusted by an old friend..."

Fu Wan: "Then she has a lot of old friends, and she even sent a group of wolf-like tigers to rob you."

Bai Chan could not refute.

After a moment of silence, she said: "Since it has been entrusted to me, I will return to my life with her dead body."

Fu Wan was helpless: "Then now that the body is lost, what are you going to do?"

Bai Chan said calmly: "Naturally, I will grab it back."

Fu Wan: "..." As expected of you.

Bai Chan is a bit stubborn, for example, she believes in the rules of the world, repay kindness for kindness and retaliation for grievance.The group of men in black took the woman's body away in front of her last night, and according to the rules, they must get it back.

Fu Wan couldn't persuade her, so he had to lower his head to study the subtlety of the picture.

The picture scroll is only the size of two palms. It seems to be a torn page from the scroll. It is tattered and old. There is nothing to be seen for the time being. There is only one thing that can be confirmed. This is by no means an ordinary picture.

——The dye used to paint the cloth has not faded at all after being soaked in water for a long time.

Fu Wan looked at it over and over for a while: "This drawing doesn't look like a map, but a four-legged snake?"

Bai Chan: "...Maybe it's a dragon?"

Fu Wan: "No way, look here, there is clearly a human face." She paused, "Could it imply that the dragon ate the man? Or maybe this is a pair of human-dragon couple making out?"

Bai Chan: "..."

Bai Chan glanced at the painting and said, "Zhu Jiuyin, Zhu Long."

Fu Wan: "What is that?"

Bai Chan: "The legendary god in charge of autumn has a human face and a dragon body."

Fu Wan looked at her with wide eyes: "You still know this, amazing!"

Bai Chan coughed lightly, turned her face away: "Yeah, it's not that big of a deal."