Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 951 The 176-meter-deep Rokuro lost his composure (3)
Xue Fang followed closely behind, fearing that something would happen to him.

But Xiao Qian's expression is very calm, and his emotions are not abnormal. Is it his behavior, like an irrational lunatic...

After running about a mile away from the camp, he quickly jumped off his horse, took off his windbreaker and quilted outer robe, and lay down on the snow in only his white singlet, with his limbs spread and his face looking up at the sky, as if he was not afraid of the cold. It seemed that his eyes were dazed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mr. Shi—" Xue Fang jumped off the horse and ran over, "What's wrong with you? It's such a cold day, if there's anything you can't think about, you should get up first!"

"Go and guard at the intersection." Xiao Qian gave him a gouging look, his voice was cold, his face was slightly pale, his expression was colder than the snowflakes falling on his body, which made Xue Fang colder.

"But you will get sick if you do this." Xue Fang was troubled and uncomfortable, thinking that in this world, Sister Mo was the only one who could make their master suffer like this.

He remembered that Xiao Qian had thrown himself into the ice cellar for one night in the privy envoy's mansion last time, this time it was even more simple and rude, he rushed directly into the snow to lie down, what is it if he is not crazy?
"...Why do you have to abuse yourself?"

Especially when he abused himself, sister Mo couldn't see it?
Isn't this stupid?well!
Xue Fang thought about it, and found it unreasonable, so he made up his own mind and said, "Master, if not, I will find a way to lure Sister Mo out? What misunderstanding did Mr. and her have, can you explain it clearly in person?"

"No need." Xiao Qian refused, and slowly closed his eyes, "Go and guard. Don't let anyone come over."

"Oh."

There was silence between heaven and earth.

Xue Fang was so helpless that he could only sigh.

According to Xiao Qian's physical condition, he would not get sick after being frozen for a while.Xue Fang couldn't figure out why he would do this. In fact, even Xiao Qian himself was a little unbelievable.

Such a crazy move is really not like him.

I don't know why, he can turn his hands over clouds and rain his hands in front of major events, but in front of Mo Jiu, his brain is always not enough.In fact, if you miss her, just go to her.If you want to explain, just go to her and explain.But Mo Jiu's free and easy smile before he left, and the contents of the divorce letter, made him realize that these two things, which were originally simple, were as difficult as heaven.

Mo Jiu was about to give up on him.

He could feel that she was really going to give up on him.

Between two people who love each other, the feeling of being abandoned at any time is not good.But Mo Jiu's stubbornness has always made people powerless.

At this moment, the only way he can think of is cloud and rain Gu.

This thing that he and she once hated deeply has now become the only connection between him and her.

With Cloud and Rain Gu, Mo Jiu is still his.

Thinking of this, he got a little bit of comfort.

Under the bleak wind, the temperature gradually dropped.Xiao Qian lay on the snow, the single clothes on his back were soon soaked by the snow melted by his body temperature.But he maintained that posture without moving.The coolness slowly penetrated his clothes like ice skates, and also soaked into the arrow wound on his back that had just healed. The pain caused him to take a shallow breath and clenched his teeth before calming down.

There has never been a victorious general on the battlefield, and there is no one who is not injured.

In the past few months from Jinzhou to Bianjing, Xiao Qian was not seriously injured, but there were countless minor wounds on his body.Just before entering Bianjing in the encounter, his back was grazed by a bow and arrow that came from the enemy's line.Although it was only a little bit of skin trauma, the wound was not healed yet, and now it was soaked in snow, the heart-piercing pain could be imagined.

(End of this chapter)