Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 215 Dizziness
On the day when they set up an altar to pray for rain and set off, Jing Chun and Jiang Hejin were sitting in a carriage.

Jiang Hejin closed his eyes and rested his mind. This was how he always dealt with the time in the carriage.

Jing Chun had nothing to do, reading the little book.

The carriage bumped and bumped, and the pictures in the little book were also in Jing Chun's eyes. Jing Chun frowned slightly, feeling sick in his heart, and bent down.

Jiang Hejin quickly grabbed Jing Chun's arm with quick eyes and hands, "What's wrong?"

Jing Chun covered her heart and braced herself, "It's nothing."

"Is it vertigo?"

Jing Chun didn't say anything, and looking at his pale face, he seemed to be inseparable.Jing Chun opened the curtain and unconsciously moved closer to the window, hoping to get some air and wake up.

"Before?"

Jing Chun suddenly remembered that the original owner had frozen to death on the carriage. She looked at the square space in fear, which was as suffocating as a coffin. Suddenly, the coldness spread from her curled fingers and swept over her whole body.

No one will die from motion sickness, Jing Chun knows that, but she can't stop the fear that arises from her heart, "You won't die, right?"

Jiang Hejin paused for a moment. He didn't know where Jing Chun connected vertigo with death, but he just reached out and took away the little book in Jing Chun's hand.

Jing Chun noticed something strange in his hands and reached out to grab the thing that had just left his hand, "Give it back to me."

Jiang Hejin was much more serious than usual. He held down Jing Chun's right hand and said, "I won't give it back to you at this time."

It wasn't until he felt the cold sweat in Jing Chun's hands that Jiang Hejin realized that his words were somewhat thorny, and they also saw the mist flashing through Jing Chun's eyes.

He opened the curtain and took a look at the journey. "You will rest after crossing this hillside. Please be patient for the time being and stop reading."

As he spoke, Jiang Hejin pressed the Hegu point on Jing Chun's right hand with a little more force.

"pain……"

Jing Chun's pale lips should have turned red due to the momentary stimulation. He looked at Jiang Hejin, who was sitting next to him. He still had a calm expression, with a slight frown, and a vague sadness seemed to echo on his handsome features. middle.

She was stunned, and her serious look took advantage of Jing Chun's uneasiness.

"You take it easy..."

"Don't talk either." Jiang Hejin frowned slightly, "This is the Hegu point. Pressing here can make your body feel better. If you feel bored, just close your eyes and rest."

Jing Chun closed his eyes, silent tears streaked down the side of Jing Chun's face, but Jiang Hejin saw them. He thought he had struck too hard, and Jing Chun was crying in pain, but then he thought about it. A child can endure the pain, why can't Jing Chun endure it?

"why are you crying?"

Jing Chun still had her eyes closed, fearing that her tears would flow as soon as she opened her mouth. After a long pause, she finally spoke: "I'm afraid of death..."

fear death? "I'm afraid of dying for no reason... The vertigo I suffered just now reminded me of the time when I returned to Beijing from Suzhou. It was snowy and very cold at that time. I also sat in the carriage like this. There was no stove and no cushions. I just want to wait until I meet my father in the capital. I haven’t seen him for ten years. My father will love me very much and will not let me be wronged. From now on, I will have thick clothes and a stove every snowy day. , I saw the mirror many times on the carriage, looking at it over and over again. I was worried that my clothes were old and I didn’t want to be a young official. I was worried that my father would recognize my appearance now. I was worried that my bad etiquette would make people laugh. I was also worried about what might happen. If I am not selected as Princess Li, will I be sent to Gusu for foster care again, or various other things..."

"But before I arrived in the capital, I fainted from the cold in the carriage. At that time, my body was as cold as ice, my lips were purple from the cold, and my hair was about to grow ice crystals... I woke up from the pain, like It was as if I suddenly woke up from a nightmare, and the ice spikes that had condensed in an instant pierced my whole body in an instant. The pain was much worse than this."

Jing Chun glanced at his right hand, which was red from being pressed, and said sadly: "Maybe God didn't want me to die, so I returned to the capital intact... But I didn't expect that even if I met my father, I wouldn't be able to live the life I expected. …”

There is no need to say more about the next story of Jing Chun. Jiang and Jin have heard and seen it more or less.

"You don't blame him?"

"Who? Waiting for an edict?"

Jiang and Jin did not expect Jing Chun to call Jing Tongchang this way, which also shows Jing Chun's resentment towards his father.

But Jingchun shook his head and said calmly: "I have complained and hated it, but think about it, a girl has been fostered outside for ten years. She envies her cousin who has parents and brothers. She can withstand the hardships all because of her father. She wants to live and is looking forward to being reunited with her father. This woman must respect and love her father from the bottom of her heart. I cannot slander a woman's beloved father. I survived the darkness and lived better than the foster girl."

"Why can't I understand what you are saying?"

Jing Chun smiled faintly and froze his eyes, tears retracting from his eyes, "Perhaps, today's Jing Chun is no longer the original Jing Chun. The original suffering Jing Chun had already frozen to death on the snowy day when he returned to Beijing. Nowadays, Jing Chun has experienced nirvana and rebirth, and she has one life left. She will not resent the people she loves and are strangers because of suffering, but if you want to say that she is heartbroken... there must still be some, but it doesn't matter anymore... "

The seemingly joking words were mixed with Jing Chun's inner thoughts. Jing Chun had never said these words to anyone, but he mentioned them to Jiang Hejin today.

She still had a faint smile, and the color gradually returned to her face. Her solemn eyes tried to find a different scenery. The wind of the past blew into Jing Chun's arms and never came again.

Jiang Hejin looked at Jing Chun and smiled bitterly in his heart. This feeling of compassion came at such an inappropriate time...

His eyes gradually became pitiful, and he said, "When you go to pray for rain, can you pray for peace and blessing for me?"

"what?"

Jing Chun didn't understand what Jiang Hejin meant. In Jing Chun's memory, she remembered that Lu Peishan once prayed for peace and happiness for Jiang Hejin. Jiang Hejin didn't want it at the beginning, so why did she want it now?

Jiang Hejin replied calmly: "I will also beg for you."

This kind of back and forth can't be considered as a loss to anyone.

"Then why don't you seek peace for yourself?"

Jiang Hejin didn't stop what he was doing, looking at Jing Chun's red right hand, "My safety is not in my hands, and it's useless for me to beg."

"Is it helpful if I just beg?"

"It's useless, but at least, the peace I pray for has also been prayed for for me. I think if I am sincere about it, you will also be sincere about it. God will not deceive me. This is enough."

(End of this chapter)