Xianjun has a disaster

Of course, Ji Xueting at that time certainly didn't know this kind of food for the poor.

But this does not prevent Ji Xueting from realizing that the inconspicuous lump should be food. After all, those few pieces of cassava were roasted brown and soft. Although the aroma is weak, it is peerless to the hungry, tired and cold young prince. The delicacies are also incomparably rich and fragrant.

"Where did you get it?"

Ji Xueting couldn't help asking in surprise.

Yan Ci's expression was still calm, but when he heard the joy in Ji Xueting's tone, the stern lines at the corners of his mouth softened.

"Naturally, you dug it while you were looking for your life."

Ji Xueting: "Smooth? But you're not blind—"

Halfway through the speech, Ji Xueting suddenly felt that he was still yelling like a blind man in this situation, which was too much, so he quickly swallowed the words back.

"Just a coincidence."

Yan Ci said quietly.

The tone was flat, but it made Ji Xueting feel extremely uncomfortable.

The cassava that had been baked fluffy and hot in his hand was really delicious, and Ji Xueting's awkwardness and backbone seemed to become much weaker in front of the food in an instant.

His hungry chest pressed against his back, originally he just wanted to take two tentative bites, but when the cassava really entered his mouth, he couldn't care about anything else, and immediately started to gobble it up.

Fortunately, when he ate the last piece of cassava, Ji Xueting managed to regain his composure, and then suddenly remembered that the man beside him seemed to have not moved from beginning to end.

He turned his head to look at Yan Ci, then hesitated and said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Yan Ci obviously didn't expect that someone like Ji Xueting, who is used to being the only one who respects me, would think of herself, so she couldn't help being startled, and after a pause, she said lightly: "I'm not hungry."

Looking at Yan Ci's bloodless lips, Ji Xueting frowned.

"Oh, are you not hungry? Are you not hungry or poisoned?" After finishing speaking, he grabbed Yan Ci's hand and put the largest piece of cassava in the man's hand, "If you are not hungry, give it to me."

he said.

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci sighed.

"Your Highness, I wanted to ask earlier, do you know how to speak soft words?"

The man's tone was a little mocking, but there was still a kind of helplessness and gentleness that seemed to be absent.

Both he and Ji Xueting knew very well that the cassava pulled from the ashes was naturally impossible to be poisoned.

Ji Xueting was pointed out by Yan Ci about being hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but his temper was still arrogant and sharp: "Oh, then you guessed right, since I was born, I really haven't met anyone who needs me to say soft words."

Hearing this sentence, Yan Ci smiled silently, and immediately before Ji Xueting could speak again, he lifted up the fragrant cassava and ate it slowly, mouthful by mouthful.

After this little dispute, Ji Xueting finally let go of all his defenses, and could no longer hide the sound of exhaustion, and dozed off.

Yan Ci made Ji Xueting sleep on the hot ashes, but he himself sat at the entrance of the cave.

Ji Xueting was about to fall asleep, but when he saw the man's sudden behavior, he woke up again: "What are you doing?"

he asked.

Yan Ci: "Of course it's the night watch."

After finishing speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and a subtle smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"After all, apart from guarding against the rebel party coming back to search the mountains, there are other hidden dangers here."

"Other hidden dangers?"

"Your Highness does not know. According to records, there is a kind of demon in this mountain, called a hair girl. She looks like a village woman with disheveled hair walking in the mountains. But if you take a closer look, you can see You will find that the hair girl's eye sockets and mouth also have jet-black hair..."

When Yan Ci talked about the legend of the fat girl, his tone was also very flat. Rather than describing a ghost, it would be better to say that he was discussing official business with people.

However, the more he behaved like this, the more vivid and vivid the image of that girl would be.

Ji Xueting was lying in the corner of the cave, his whole body ached, and he was half-dead from sleep.He knew he was running for tomorrow,

He should go to sleep quickly no matter what, but the more he thought about it, the more Yan Ci's plain words echoed in his mind.

【"When you walk over, that hairy girl suddenly turns her head..."】

【"She will ask you, does her hair look good?"】

【"Every time you say a word, the long hair in her mouth will stretch another ten feet, and those strands of hair will squirm on the ground and slowly wrap around your limbs..."】

……

Ji Xueting swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He is not afraid of such nonsense.

he said to himself.

As a result, at this moment, there seemed to be something whimpering in the depths of the thick, dark night fog.

After a long time...

"Yan Guizhen, I, can I sleep next to you?"

Ji Xueting said dryly.

Yan Ci: "Oh? The Fourth Prince is scared?"

If it was usual, Ji Xueting would have to mess around with Yan Ci, but at this time he couldn't lift his spirits up.

"Yes, so what? You just said so much, why don't you let me be afraid?"

Ji Xueting spoke in a self-destructive manner.

"That's it."

Yan Ci pondered for a moment, and Ji Xueting's heart relaxed. He just thought that that guy would be like those palace people and friends around him, as long as he gave in a little bit, he would go along with him, but he didn't expect to hear Yan Ci whispering in the next second , and said to him very gently: "Since there is something you want from others, Your Highness must say something soft for me to listen to, right? After all, the matter of vigil is of great importance, and I still have to weigh it."

Ji Xueting: ...

Immediately afterwards, Yan Ci said again: "Oh, yes, it suddenly occurred to me that there is actually a kind of ghost in this mountain called the red-haired ghost. It is nine feet long and looks like a strong man, but its voice is like a child. If you hear a child crying..."

Ji Xueting took a deep breath, and directly interrupted the other party: "Yan Guizhen, I was wrong."

It's just that when he heard this pleading for mercy, Yan Ci still had that indifferent look. He leaned against the entrance of the cave with his sword in his arms, and said coolly, "Fourth Highness, this is an apology, not soft words."

Ji Xueting was silent.

Just when Yan Ci felt that the pampered young man was really offended by him and was about to get angry, he was caught off guard by a soft and pitiful whisper.

"Brother Guizhen, stop talking, I'm really scared."

The young man's voice was still somewhat hoarse due to overwork. Once the voice was softened in this way, it sounded a little bit like he had just cried.

thumping—

thumping--

Yan Guizhen, the young master of the Yan family who has always been cold-hearted and thoughtful, would never have imagined that one day he would be in such a place, at such a night, because of such a pitiful whisper that pretended to be petty... and his mind was disturbed.