Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1856 Shepherd
Murong Heng stood stiffly, staring blankly at Ying Baoyue who was sitting on the ground.

The cold wind blew against the edge of the tent, making a whining sound.

However, at this time, the voice he was used to hearing suddenly sounded different in his ears.

He had been herding sheep in Mobei for several months, and his whole body was insensitive, but looking into Ying Baoyue's eyes at this moment, it was as if a spark had blown into his chest.

"You..."

He took a deep breath of dry air, "You are really messing around like always."

But this is the former Qin princess he knew.

The anxiety and anger that filled Murong Heng's mind suddenly calmed down, he turned around, and stirred the flames in the fire pit.

"I won't persuade you anymore," he said calmly with his back turned to Ying Baoyue, "I can't persuade you anyway."

"Sorry," Ying Baoyue smiled helplessly, "I know you are doing it for my own good."

If Murong Heng was still the same Murong Heng from before, he should have packed her and sent her to the White Wolf King's Court as soon as he found her. It is estimated that he could get a lot of rewards.

"Although I won't stop you, but if you really want to go, you have to take care of your health before talking about it."

The black iron pot hanging on the firepit was rattling by the steam, Murong Heng reached out and took the medicine pot down.

He poured out a bowl of thick concoction from the jar, turned around and handed it to Ying Baoyue.

"Drink the medicine."

He glanced at Ying Baoyue's pale profile.

"With your current state, let alone the White Wolf King's Court, you will collapse within less than a mile."

He has to be implicated to pick it up again.

Ying Baoyue smiled wryly, and took the medicine bowl in his hand.

The black concoction in the bowl exudes a very strong smell, and it is impossible to tell what medicinal materials are inside.

Ying Baoyue glanced at it, and moved her lips to the rim of the bowl.

Murong Heng watched her every move, and just when she was about to drink, he suddenly said, "Wait, aren't you afraid that I will poison you?"

Ying Baoyue paused the hand holding the bowl, and looked sideways at him.

Murong Heng stared at the medicinal juice on her lips with an extremely complicated expression.

His action just now meant to test Ying Baoyue, but he didn't expect that she would drink it without thinking.

You must know that just a few months ago, he almost killed her enemy with the sharp sword transformed from the wings of the flying snake.His real identity and the previous experience of being rescued were probably all deceiving her. It stands to reason that she should have doubts about him.

Their previous conversations were just their own temptations, and neither of them revealed all the secrets they knew.

He originally thought that Ying Baoyue's trust was only something she was forced to show when she was weak, but he never expected that Ying Baoyue would actually dare to drink the medicine he had boiled.

Ying Baoyue's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the medicine bowl in his hand.

"If there is something wrong with this medicine, I can feel it."

"Really?" Murong Heng looked at her profile, and said calmly, "There are many medicinal herbs in Xirong, which don't grow in the Central Plains, and they are not even recorded in the Pharmacopoeia."

Was she really sure she could smell it?
Holding the bowl, Ying Baoyue was silent for a while, then looked into his eyes, "So, do you really want to kill me?"

Murong Heng was speechless, "I..."

He clenched his fists, "It is an indisputable fact that I was a subordinate of the Twelve Zhai Kings and a secret agent of Xi Rong."

"Yes."

Ying Baoyue looked at her own face reflected in the bowl of Chinese medicinal liquid, trusting Murong Heng with just a few words, it was indeed very hasty.

She had never heard Murong Yin mention saving this younger brother before, everything was just Murong Heng's one-sided words.

only……

Ying Baoyue put down the bowl, leaned out, and reached out to Murong Heng's profile.

The girl's breath was close at hand, and Murong Heng stood stiffly on the spot, just when Ying Baoyue's fingertips were about to touch the scar on his cheek, he shivered and took a step back.

"Sorry," Ying Baoyue withdrew her fingertips, "Did I offend you?"

"No." Murong Heng touched the scar on his face and smiled wryly, "Isn't it ugly?"

Ying Baoyue shook her head and asked softly, "How did this happen?"

The scar on Murong Heng's face was as long as a palm, and it looked like it had healed for a long time, but it still looked so hideous after such a long time, enough to imagine how bloody it was at that time.

"When I fell off the cliff before, I got scratched on the rocks," Murong Heng said flatly.

At that time, he felt that this was his retribution, so he didn't deal with the wound, and finally became like this.

"I know a prescription that can eliminate the scar." Ying Baoyue pursed her lips, "It's too late to treat your injury, and it won't disappear completely unless you ascend to the heavenly rank, but the medicine can at least make the color lighter."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need."

Murong Heng's eyes were calm, "This scar is not all bad for me, so let it be."

"Really?" Ying Baoyue was startled.

She sighed in her heart, and picked up the medicine bowl beside her again.

"Embracing the moon?"

Murong Heng was shocked, but Ying Baoyue had already drank the medicine in the bowl.

"Then let me gamble on whether you are worthy of trust or not."

Ying Baoyue put down the medicine bowl and smiled at him, "I've finished drinking it. As for whether the medicine is poisonous or not, we'll see if it will happen later."

"you……"

Murong Heng stared blankly at her.

The cold wind was still blowing outside the tent, and Ying Baoyue's eyes gradually became clouded.

"It seems that I won the bet," she looked at him sleepily, and mumbled, "This medicine... has no... poison..."

"It's not poisonous."

Murong Heng bent down and took out the medicine bowl from her hand, looked at the girl whose eyes were gradually closing with a complicated expression, and spoke softly.

"But you can get a good night's sleep."

He added Xirong's unique calming medicinal materials to the medicine.

"Murong Heng..."

Ying Baoyue's vision became increasingly hazy, "You..."

"I'm here."

"I'll always be here watching over you."

Murong Heng stretched out his hand to cover the quilt on her body, and said softly, "I know you still have a lot of things to do, but now go to sleep obediently."

Looking at the girl who was sleeping deeply in the animal skin, extremely complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Hug the moon."

"have a good dream."

……

……

crackling.

Ying Baoyue woke up to the sound of the burning fire.

This time she slept in a dark sleep, much deeper than the last time, and never heard anyone's voice in the dream, when she woke up, she just felt as if it was a lifetime away.

The smell of burning hay and cow dung came from the tip of his nose, and Ying Baoyue opened his eyes vaguely.

A tall figure appeared in her field of vision, but this figure was very unfamiliar.

This person is not Murong Heng.

Ying Baoyue slowly opened her eyes wide as if she had been stimulated by a basin of cold water.

She was still sleeping in that familiar felt tent, but Murong Heng was nowhere to be seen.

An old man with gray hair was sitting by the fire with his back to her, holding a bare pole in his arms and a worn sheepskin bag in his hand, drinking.

The fire light shone on the man's bony jaw, and his whole body was as sharp as a blade.

"you're awake?"

The old man turned around and looked at her.

The moment she saw those eyes, Ying Baoyue seemed to be hit all over.

Who is this guy?

　heart beating

　　
　
(End of this chapter)