she has golden eyes

Mei Xue still underestimated, she originally thought that with Du Zhe's physical condition, even if he was a martial arts practitioner, he would not be able to go far.

But the truth is, she led the horse and walked for half an hour before finding Du Zhe in a forest.

At this time, Du Zhe had completely fallen into a coma, and his whole body was covered by snow. If the white horse hadn't stopped suddenly and refused to move forward, Mei Xue would never have found him.

No matter how Mei Xue pinched Du Zhe's people, he didn't respond at all.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and in an instant, Du Zhe's hair and face were covered with snow again.

Mei Xue reached into Du Zhe's clothes and felt that he was in a state of hypothermia.

Mei Xue hurriedly hugged Du Zhe tightly in her arms, but she knew very well that it was completely useless.

The heavy snow was as thick as a white curtain, and it was torn down like a blanket.

The surrounding fields are silent, only the sound of falling snow.

The moment Mei Xue felt hopeless, the white horse that had been standing behind her suddenly raised its head and neighed.

Mei Xue turned her head abruptly, and stared blankly at the white horse for a long time.

Putting Du Zhe back on the snow, Mei Xue walked to the side of the white horse, stood on tiptoe and hugged the white horse's neck, murmured:

"For the sake of Prince Yan's mansion and the peace of the northern border, I have to sacrifice you today, I'm sorry!"

The white horse seemed to understand Mei Xue's words, and seemed to know what Mei Xue was going to do, but it had no intention of running away. Instead, it knelt down in front of Mei Xue and gently rubbed its neck against Mei Xue.

Mei Xue burst into tears instantly, she held the white horse's head tightly and choked up for a moment, then took out the dagger from her sleeve.

She tore off Du Zhe's belt and tied his hands and feet tightly together. She had to prevent Du Zhe from resisting her decision when he woke up.

Mei Xue gritted her teeth and cut open the white horse's stomach, took out the horse's internal organs, and stuffed Du Zhe in as fast as she could.

The hot smell rushed over her face, Mei Xue didn't care about the nausea, she hurriedly lay down on the horse's stomach and pressed the incision tightly.

Every minute of heat may extend Du Zhe's life.Mei Xue believed that Princess Changle and Zheng Long would definitely find this place.

Mei Xue was so tired that she was sweating profusely, and the blood of the white horse was all over her body and face.But in the extremely cold weather of Xueling, she only lay on the horse for less than a quarter of an hour, and her lips were already trembling from the cold.

The clothes next to her body had been soaked in sweat, and at this moment they had turned into hard icicles, which hurt like a knife when they touched the skin.

Only Du Zhe's head and face were exposed, Mei Xue touched his neck with trembling hands, a little smile appeared on his face.

If you can hold on for a while longer, you must hold on.

As long as they waited until dawn, the people of King Yan's Mansion would definitely find them.

Princess Changle heard Qiu Cheng's report, and seeing that it snowed so heavily suddenly, she would definitely bring someone to look for her.

But it was really too cold, Mei Xue curled up her legs, but she didn't dare to move her upper body, for fear that the heat in the white horse's stomach would be dissipated outside.

Even though she had a premonition that her life would be in danger if this continued, Mei Xue never thought of backing down.

She hoped that Du Zhe could live on, not only because he was a young man who was not bad in nature, but also because of the responsibilities attached to him.

If there were no successors in King Yan's mansion, the northern army would be in chaos by themselves without the Huns attacking.

What's more, there are still people in Beijing who are staring at the meat of the northern border.

And Mei Xue also has selfish intentions, just like what she said to Li Jinzhi before she set off, she hopes to establish an intimate relationship with Yan Palace that goes beyond the exchange of benefits.

So that one day in the future, if she and Li Jinzhi got into a difficult situation, even if the Yan Palace didn't lend a helping hand, as long as they could remain neutral.

It's just that she really didn't expect that she would get to where she is today and put herself in such a dangerous situation.

She is a doctor and knows very well the consequences of this situation continuing.

Even if she does not die, she may be disabled due to severe frostbite.

But now, there is no room for regret, unless she just gave up saving Du Zhe and went back to the gravekeeper's house to keep warm.

But how could she have the heart to do this?
Du Zhe is a young man with good character. Who knows if his so-called notoriety was deliberately designed by fake Du Xin?

When it comes to liking her, Du Zhe is very capricious and even extreme, but when he was young, how many of them didn't value the so-called love above all else?
At least, it shouldn't be a sin.

Gradually, Mei Xue's consciousness began to become blurred.

There was a warm stove in front of her. She saw Li Jinzhi, and saw his grandson Li Mingze in his arms, and Xiao Pingan, who she cared most about, was loosening Li Jinzhi's lapel and ran towards her with a smile.

She really loves these people, and her aunt, it is them who give her the courage to survive in this world.

In the evening, the Prince Yan's Mansion was in chaos, and as Princess Changle led a large group of people into the gate, the mansion fell into chaos from top to bottom.

Even the old prince was alarmed. After asking the truth, he immediately ordered someone to carry him to the guest courtyard where Mei Xue lived.

The princess of Changle has cried and her eyes are red, and she is pointing at several medical officers with a horsewhip to get angry:
"Don't talk to me about these stupid words. I'll tell you clearly that not only her face, but also her hands and feet must be fine. Otherwise, I'll kill you and bury you with her."

But after saying these unreasonable and cruel words, Princess Changle suddenly burst into tears again.

In her eyes, Mei Xue has always been so strong and omnipotent.

But now, she is as weak as a child, curled up in the brocade quilt unconscious.

Turning around to see Lord Yan being carried in, Princess Changle hurriedly wiped away her tears and said:
"My lord, the Second Young Master is fine and conscious, so I called the medical officers here."

The old prince waved his hand and said to several medical officers:

"Don't worry about that bastard Du Zhe, you all try your best to save Miss Mei, as long as she can wake up, I will reward you a lot."

Several medical officers nodded hurriedly, and first asked the servants to boil sugar water and feed it to Mei Xue, and then they got together to discuss the prescription.

In Mei Xue's current situation, there is no danger of her life, but her hands, feet and face are still hard to tell, after all, they are already discolored from the cold.

The old prince sat in the round chair all the time, until the medical officers discussed the possibility that Princess Changle and Jiu'er were going to apply ointment to Mei Xue, so he asked someone to carry him out with a sullen face.

Du Zhe was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a dull expression, but tears kept streaming silently.

Just like what Princess Changle said when she scolded him on the road, he is a bastard, a bastard who is not reassuring. If Mei Xue has something good or bad, he should sacrifice his life to make amends.

But why?Mei Xue doesn't like him so much, why would she risk her life for him?
The old prince was carried into Du Zhe's bedroom, this time he didn't get angry again, but sat quietly looking at Du Zhe for a while before asking:
"Zhe'er, do you still think you are worthy of Miss Mei?"

Du Zhe, who had been weeping silently, finally cried out. He turned sideways, looked at Old Prince Yan choked up and said:

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I will go to the barracks with Brother Shen right away. I will never mess up again."

There is still reluctance in my heart, and the pain is still severe.

But he understood that it had to end, it had to stop here.

Seeing the old prince being carried out and his graying hair, Du Zhe lay on the bed and cried loudly.

Mei Xue only woke up at dawn, Princess Changle and Jiu'er wept with joy, and hurriedly sent someone to the main courtyard to inform Lord Yan.

The old prince rushed over quickly, and he was still carried into the house, with a rare smile on his usually majestic face.

Mei Xue leaned on the soft pillow and half-lyed on the bed. Her hands were wrapped in white cotton cloth, and her face was covered with ointment. The skin on the whole face was black and red.

Her face was so painful that she couldn't make any expressions, and when she saw the old prince entering the door, she could only slightly nod her head and try her best to open her mouth to greet him vaguely.

Old Prince Yan waved his hand to signal to Mei Xue that there is no need to be polite, but instead he bowed his hands to Mei Xue and said:
"Miss Mei, this king will remember your kindness. Zhe'er will be your younger brother from now on. You can drive him at any time."

Mei Xue smiled with great difficulty to express her gratitude, but immediately gasped from the pain.

Jiu'er hurried in at this time and told Mei Xue that someone had arranged for the white horse to be buried richly.

Mei Xue's eyes turned red instantly, but she turned her face away immediately.

Old Prince Yan looked at Mei Xue and secretly sighed in his heart.

In the past night, it's not that he didn't think about Mei Xue's intention to save Du Zhe in such a way, but now, he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

He has had countless adventures in his life, and he knows better than anyone how difficult and dangerous Mei Xue's situation was the night before yesterday.

He really didn't expect that after waking up, Mei Xue cared most about a horse.

For this girl, if he looked at her from a worldly perspective, it would be a kind of blasphemy.