Jiang Nv is indescribable

There are many mountains and seas in Nanzhou, and Zhulu City is no exception.

To the northeast of the city there is a mountain named Yanwei, which is more than a hundred feet high. It winds from the Dalu Mountains, and there are more than [-] peaks from it. The peaks are surrounded by green trees and the trees are green.

The southern peak is not very high, and it looks like a half-discovered lotus. There is a spring trickling out, and it is called a pond at the foot of the mountain. It is large in acres and unfathomably deep.

There is a courtyard on the east bank of Wuquetan, and a carriage painted red and embellished with jade stops in front of the gate.

The quaint and desolate garden in the other garden is planted with the genus of kapok and banyan trees, but there are few flowers and so on.There is a pool in the garden, named Baoya Pond, which was built with running water drawn from Wuque Pond.

There is a bamboo building similar to the one in Shanhaiyuan built in the pool. Although it only has one floor, it is not cramped because it is above the water.Moreover, the hall, bedroom, and study room are separated, with complete doors and windows, which look no different from ordinary living rooms.

Carrying the lacquer tray, Iris climbed up the bamboo building through the zigzag water trestle, and paused slightly as it approached the inner bedroom.

The room was very quiet, and no one spoke.

After four years of reunion, there should be endless things to say.

For example, why did the fifth son appear in Nanzhou, and what has the lady experienced in these years... Whether it is love or hate, pain or anger, it shouldn't be like this.

On the way to Nanke Xiaozhu, the carriage was also so quiet.

If it was said that it was out of scruples at that time, but now that I am alone in a quiet room with no one around, what are the scruples?

Calamus couldn't figure it out, hesitated for a while, and then knocked on the door and went in.

"My lady—"

As far as I can see, the two of them are sitting in an armchair behind the long table, and the other is sitting sideways on the couch, keeping a close distance, and the atmosphere is a little cold.

"I haven't taken the medicine today."

Jiang Fosang shook his head: "Take it down, no—"

"You go down." Xiao Yuandu got up and walked over, picked up the medicine bowl, and cast his eyes on the person on the couch.

Calamus also followed suit.

Jiang Fosang turned his head to the inside, without any other instructions.

After saluting, Calamus put the lacquer plate on the table, moved the table to the side, gave a few words of advice, and then retreated.

Xiao Yuandu withdrew his gaze, walked to the side of the couch and sat down, facing Jiang Nu.

Looking down, the material of the medicine bowl is a bit strange, it seems to be made of rhino horn, and there are totem-like patterns carved on it.

The jade spoon stirred a few times, scooped up a spoon, tasted the temperature for himself, and then handed it out.

Jiang Fosang's face turned more and more inward, and he refused to take off the mask to drink the medicine.

Xiao Yuandu leaned forward with his upper body, arms raised flat, and refused to give up.

The two sides stalemate for a while, Xiao Yuandu straightened his body, threw the jade spoon back into the bowl, and put the medicine bowl on the table beside him.The free hands grasped her shoulders, exerted a little force, and forced her to turn to him.

Jiang Fosang raised his hand to block it.

He said, "I've seen it all."

In a word, the person on the bed did not move.

Xiao Yuandu raised his right hand and took off the scarf.

From the temples to the chin, there is a slanted line, which should be an old wound, the scab has already fallen off, leaving a dull red mark.However, no matter how dim it was, it couldn't hide from this porcelain-white face, it just became more and more eye-catching.

It was just a hasty glance on the carriage, and now the scar is in front of his eyes, but Xiao Yuandu feels that this scar has grown on his heart, it has never healed, and now it is bleeding...

His eyes flickered slightly, and he moved to Jiangnu.

The thick eyelashes blocked all her thoughts, but she could clearly feel her tension and defense.

The hand that was taking the scarf didn't let go, its fingers slightly curled up, and it did what it wanted to do in the carriage, slowly stroking that half of the injured face.

There are too many things to ask.

How and when did you hurt?Since the face injury is an old injury, what does this medicine cure?

His throat was choked by something, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Frowning deeply, he took a deep breath, let it out, turned sideways, and picked up the medicine bowl again: "Drink the medicine."

The eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled, and the eyelids lifted slightly.

Xiao Yuandu tried his best to pull the corner of his mouth, "If you don't drink it, the medicine will be cold, which is not good for the stomach."

Jiang Fosang didn't speak, just stared at him blankly.

Looking at his magnanimous eyes, watching him stirring and blowing meticulously...

When the jade spoon was handed to his lips again, he hesitated slightly, and finally opened his mouth.

In this way, spoon by spoonful, a bowl of medicine has bottomed out.

Calamus also prepared preserved fruit, Xiao Yuandu took one and fed it to her, and Jiang Fosang also ate it.

Then there was a silent two-two confrontation.

There is something to help sleep in the medicine, Jiang Fusang's eyelids are slightly heavy, but he still tries to keep his eyes open, his eyes follow Xiao Yuandu's movement.

Xiao Yuandu put the medicine bowl back on the desk, turned around, saw her sleepy look, remembered Calamus' reminder when he left: after drinking the medicine, don't worry about it, it's best to lie down and rest for a while.

Wanting to help her to lie down, Jiang Fosang suddenly grabbed his wrist when he was lying halfway down, holding his wrist tightly, and said in a disturbed tone: "Will you always be here? Will you leave?"

Will you always... stay with me?

The clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and the mist soon turned into water, and in the depths of the waves, there was her innocence and fragility, as well as a lingering deep affection.

Under this kind of gaze, the heart that had been frozen for a long time showed signs of recovery.

Although it was throbbing and throbbing, like a pinprick or burning, it was soon wrapped in a layer of warm current... the taste is really hard to describe.

It's been a long time since I felt this alive, real feeling.

Xiao Yuandu's lip line was straightened, and then his expression eased a little bit.

"No." He held her face, wiped it lightly with his thumb, and moistened his hands, "I'll stay here and watch over you."

"really?"

"Ah."

After receiving his affirmative answer, Jiang Fosang burst into a smile with tears in his eyes.

Xiao Yuandu got up and adjusted the soft pillow for her, pulled the thin quilt on the inside to cover her, and held her hand when he sat down: "Sleep."

After lying down, Jiang Fosang still stared at him intently.

In the end, he was defeated by the medicine, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

Breathing lightly and evenly by his ears, Xiao Yuandu stared at Jiang Nu's sleeping face, the nostalgia in his eyes was no longer concealed.

Ever since I set foot on the land of Nanzhou, I saw those familiar square tables, chairs and various department stores in Xiaoyi, Bian County, and I knew it in my heart.

So he went straight to Zhulu City.

Probably God is also helping him, allowing him to meet the king's favorite concubine on the first day of his arrival in Zhulu City.

It's not that he didn't notice something strange, and he also knew that to be on the safe side, he should find another way to prove it.

But looking at the carriage passing by, thinking that the person in the carriage was most likely to be her... then he forgot everything.

I can't figure out what I was thinking at that moment.

I hope it's her, and I hope it's not her.

Finally, when the dust settled, it really was her.

Before entering Zhulu City, or even a long time ago, I had repeatedly imagined the scene of meeting again in my mind.

What will she look like?What kind of mood will it be?
Is it a surprise?Surprised?Still unfamiliar?

Will he run towards him, or reject him thousands of miles away?

So what about him, what should he say in the first sentence?
Is it to ask her why she abandoned him so cruelly in the first place, or to ask her whether she has been living in a foreign land all these years or not?

He did have a lot to say.

But her eyes seemed to answer everything, and blocked all his complaints and inquiries.

Nothing is important anymore, only her and that eye-catching scar are in her eyes.

Thinking about how painful it must be when she was injured, but I was not by her side...