The cold wind on the winter night rustled the branches and leaves of the giant banyan. Ji Ran closed his eyes and felt that the whole world was left with only the branches that were living with Xiao Qi in front of him.

He waited for Xiaoqi's kiss to come again, but first felt her forehead being pressed over.

Xiaoqi gently touched Ji Ran's nose. She looked at the shy boy in front of her as if she was seeing a child in this world for the first time.

Ji Ran waited for a long time, but Xiao Qi's kiss had not fallen. Just when Ji Ran wanted to open his eyes, he heard Xiao Qi murmuring, "You are so cute."

The gentle aura that almost boiled him also followed.

Their kisses are always short, and no one can call them the teacher of their kiss. The two are like fellow passers-by walking hard on the ice on the winter night, holding each other, looking for the rhythm of their walking little by little.

After a moment of kissing, they always stop to look at each other, and sometimes they can't help but smile until the other person gets closer again.

On a moonlit night, when everything is asleep, two young people talk and laugh dizzyly on the branches. Everything in front of them is like a dream, and only the touch and breath of the people around them is so real.

Outside the two worlds, the three of them were ordered by Chen Heng and were always responsible for keeping a guard at Xiao Qi's Ping Yao Office. They turned their backs tacitly and looked at the scenery further away

...

At dawn, Feng Yishu, who was sleeping, heard some rustling sounds, as if a mouse was walking nearby.

Although he was extremely sleepy, Feng Yishu still forced himself to open one of his eyelids.

With just one look, Feng Yishu immediately woke up. Yang Yi, who was sleeping in the barracks outside the palace with him last night, had woken up at this time. He fluently put on his wrist guards and had already changed his equipment to go out for the field.

"Where are you going?" Feng Yishu, who had not yet washed up, immediately sat up from the bed. The new mission he received from Chen Heng yesterday was to keep an eye on the only Taohua Guard who had returned from Chang'an until the second batch of Taohua Guards sent by His Majesty to Chang'an came back.

Only then can Your Majesty truly believe whether this person is telling the truth or a lie.

"Liufu Mountain." Yang Yi replied, "If that dream is true, there must be something underground in the Liufu Mountain."

Feng Yishu quickly stood up and went downstairs, "Don't forget Your Majesty's will. Before the new Taohua Guard comes back, you cannot leave the Taohua Guard's official office—"

Before he finished speaking, the Taohua Guard named Yang Yi was already pushing the door and leaving. Feng Yishu quickly chased the door, and with a "wow" sound, he tightly held the door tightly.

"Do you want to resist the order?" Feng Yishu's voice became stern, "This is a serious crime to lose your head!"

"...Let me go." Yang Yi whispered.

"You just don't think about yourself, what about your family! I don't think about you now, you don't think about your father, mother, brothers and sisters--"

Yang Yi's lips trembled, and he suddenly stepped forward a few steps and held Feng Yishu's wrist tightly.

"What are you going to do!" Feng Yishu scolded.

“…They are all in Chang’an.”

Feng Yishu couldn't react at once. Before he could finish asking, he met Yang Yi's blood-covered eyes.

"I am from Chang'an." Yang Yi paused word by word.

Feng Yishu suddenly understood why this person was crying in front of the emperor yesterday, and even at the risk of being killed by the empress, he had to ask if the dream was real.

Feng Yishu's throat moved slightly. He saw the veins on the back of Yang Yi's hand bulging, and he was speechless for a moment, "You... calm down first."

Yang Yi suddenly let go of Feng Yishu's hand, and he lowered his voice, "I must know, what that is... don't stop me."

Seeing that Yang Yi was about to rush out of the camp again, Feng Yishu was upset and had to go forward and fight with him.

The two fought in the tent for several more rounds, and Yang Yi was soon defeated. Feng Yishu tightly held his left hand tightly, and he could not get out of Feng Yishu's difficult grasping hand no matter what.

In desperation, Yang Yi pulled out the dagger that had been stuck in the long boots. The light of the cold blade shocked Feng Yishu. He was about to grab the blade with empty hands, but the dagger fell in a position that Feng Yishu did not expect - Yang Yi stabbed it into his left arm with a knife.

"Give you your left hand!! Let me go!!"

The passionate blood squirted Feng Yishu's face, and the sudden change finally made him let go of his hand that grabbed Yang Yi.

But in this moment, Yang Yi had already taken the door out.

There was immediately a chaotic rebuke and pursuit outside the tent.

With one breath and one breath, Feng Yishu calmed down again. He quickly put on his clothes, put on his long boots, and quickly threw out the tent.

Outside the tent, several Taohua Guards fell to the ground - they obviously did not expect that they would be able to get such a vicious counterattack from their colleagues if they simply interrogated them.

Feng Yishu passed by them, threw a few words, "Don't panic, I'll chase you!" and left in a hurry.

Following the blood on the ground and the direction where Liufu Mountain was, he almost didn't take much effort to recapture Yang Yi's figure - the young peach blossom guard covered his left arm and ran and jumped in the dawn woods.

Yang Yi also quickly discovered that Feng Yishu was chasing him. He immediately accelerated his pace, but the distance between him and Feng Yishu was still slightly shortening.

"Yang Yi--! Yang Yi! Stop!"

"I won't go back with you!" Yang Yi didn't look back, "You might as well kill me here-"

"I won't stop you! I'll leave the city with you!"

In the rising sunlight, the young Taohuawei stopped. He turned around in disbelief and saw that Feng Yishu, who had not even had time to tie his hair behind him, was keeping a distance of more than ten steps from him.

"You... bandage the wound first." Feng Yishu pointed to Yang Yi's arm, "Then... let's set off again."

Yang Yi gritted his teeth, raised his hand and wiped his eyes hard with his sleeve, "Okay."

...

At the foot of Guixu Mountain, Sha followed Ayu, and the two walked slowly along the mountain road that had been flooded with charcoal.

Ayu was carrying a somewhat worn bamboo basket in his hand - it was picked up from the yard of the hut.

"Ayu, where are you going, I'll carry you directly." Sauri looked at the black surface on both sides with boredom, "That's faster."

"No." Ayu replied.

"Why?"

Ayu's pace slowed down, as if he was thinking about this question very seriously. After a while, she answered, "I... like to walk."

Sand burst out laughing.

——Yes, although Ayu may no longer remember the days when he could only sit in a wheelchair, after all, after sitting for so long, it is understandable that he likes to walk now.
Chapter completed!