Jin Su spring speech

Chapter 3 Preface
[When he appeared in front of her, she knew clearly that fleeting years turn into ashes. 】

In September of that year, the autumn wind was rustling.

Jinxing wakes up slowly in Yingchuan, only to realize that he is still yearning for the world, and he has not been able to complete the road to the underworld.

Ji Shang was very calm about this, and there was even a hint of joy on the brows, but Jin Xing knew that calmness was only superficial, and happiness was nothing more than an illusion.In fact, he wished that she would die completely, so that no one would catch him, but if he didn't save her, his head would fall to the ground immediately. He considered the long process of waiting for his body to grow back intolerable, so it was an expedient to keep the green hills alive.

Five days later, on a starless and moonless night, Jin Xing was searching for foxes with lanterns all over the mountains and plains.

Xiao Ba, her Xiao Ba.

He turned over and fell off the horse, staring at Jin Xing in a daze through the dim light, his brows and eyes trembling slightly, his white and slender fingers slowly caressed her face, it was so cold to the bone, and he was relatively speechless for a while.

Jin Xing opened his mouth, burrowed into his arms, and buried his head deeply. After a long time, he raised his head: "Xiaoba, why are you so cold?" Seeing him raising his eyebrows slightly, she said solemnly again: "Could it be that Xiaoba, you were a god-man in your previous life, just like what was written in Happy Tour, your skin is like ice and snow?"

He really laughed angrily, and after a long while, he slowly said, "Maybe, isn't it."

Jin Xing: "..."

Suddenly, his eyebrows became wet, and the already dark lights were extinguished by the raindrops. Mu Ba had a sharp eye and quickly got her on the horse, and drove to Ji Shang's medicine room.

I met Han Yan on the way, he was looking around in the rain alone with an umbrella, Jin Xing called him, his face was hidden in the darkness and he could not see clearly, only felt that the hand holding the umbrella handle was trembling violently , staring at them both.
After a while, he stuffed the umbrella into Jin Xing's hand and replied softly, "Walking around..."

Then he turned around and seemed a little lonely, silently hiding in the night.

Jin Xing looked back at Mu Ba: "I think he should like you very much."

Mu Ba felt helpless: "Shut up."

With that said, he galloped away again.

Jin Xing glanced at Han Yan's figure for the last time, and thought to himself, in fact, walking in the rain is indeed very artistic. If you study the poems of the predecessors carefully, you will know that almost every poet has the experience of being idle in the rain, but they write like this, and they enjoy their old age After a long death, it is easy to mislead readers, thinking that as long as it is raining, it is considered tasteful, and what is more, a poet who does not like raining is not a good poet, so this trend intensifies. She sometimes feels that many poets are Illness is tormented, one is because they are too sentimental and feel too much about spring and autumn, and the other is because they are really drenched in too much rain and deliberately pursue artistic conception.

Just like she is now, her body is not fully recovered, and it happens to be raining, and suddenly it gets hot in the middle of the night, Mu Ba went to drag Ji Shang who was still asleep, and threw him on the bed, Leng Yan has been sleeping restlessly, about Hearing the noise, he woke up to make medicine, but Han Yan seemed to have been in the forest all night, and in the morning he was still wearing yesterday's wet clothes and walked slowly from outside the medicine room.

Jin Xing's fever was fierce, and it burned for three days. They tossed like this for three days and three nights. Yanjiu is responsible for supervising Ji Shang anytime and anywhere.

It suddenly made her feel like a princess. Once the king is sick, the whole country will be disrupted;

In fact, she did live like a princess two years ago.

If you want to tell the whole story, you have to make it short, though it can't be short.All of this had to be traced back to two years ago. At that time, she was still living like a princess.

(End of this chapter)