Jian Xun's thoughts were still in confusion.
He remembered that he was fighting the enemy in the woods. If he had been alone against the slightly stronger guards, it would have been a piece of cake to break through the encirclement. However, in order to protect Fu Jing, he had to retreat many times, avoiding the dangers. Then he escaped from injury.
He tried his best to avoid the vital points, but in the end he was helpless and exhausted. Jian Xun was ready to die in the forest. There were twists and turns, but he didn't expect to be rescued.
Is it him?
Is it...Xiu Yun?
Jian Xun recalled the last loud shout, when someone pressed his chin to wake him up from the nightmare-like killing barrier.
The man was wearing a white riding suit, with an iron mask that hid his true appearance, but the outline of the lower half of his face looked very much like Xiu Yun.
Jian Xun was not very clear-headed, and the high fever caused by the wound briefly destroyed his sanity. After practicing martial arts, he had never suffered such a serious injury.
There was a roar in his ears, as if he was drowning in water and rushing silently. His heart was empty and he could only grasp the life-saving straw in front of him.
There was an arm in front of him, and the cuffs were still stained with blood.
He made him dirty.
Jian Xun subconsciously let go of his hand, and the figure in his field of vision gradually overlapped with Xiu Yun.
Real? Fake? He gradually couldn't tell the difference.
The man whispered in his ear: "Does it still hurt?"
"It's okay." He replied hoarsely.
A cold, wet handkerchief was placed on his forehead. His eyes gradually became clearer, and he immediately realized that he was in the camp. A young man in riding clothes had his hair in a familiar bun. Even though he was sitting on the low stool next to him, he could not help but notice. Just as calm and precious.
--not him. He never liked to tie his hair or wear restrictive clothes.
Jian Xun suddenly retracted his hand, as if he had just touched a hot potato.
"My subordinate took offense."
Ning Xiuyun felt a little regretful. It seemed that he was not too stupid to take advantage of this opportunity to get close to him.
Ning Xiuyun snorted: "If you know you have offended, just recover quickly."
He reached out and touched Jian Xun's cheek. The other person dodged slightly. Unfortunately, the short couch was too narrow and he couldn't hide far away. His hand was already touching the skin.
The cold touch was almost the same as the temperature of the handkerchief on his forehead, but it aroused a shiver from the place where they were touched.
Ning Xiuyun felt the temperature on his fingertips, which seemed to have receded slightly.
Jian Xun's heart was beating fast. The more he looked at the prince's profile, the more he felt that it was similar to Xiu Yun.
He didn't think his eyes were so bad that anyone would mistake him for his beloved.
His Highness the Crown Prince... was this what he looked like a few days ago?
The accelerated heartbeat makes the blood circulate quickly, and the eyes become clearer and clearer.
Ning Xiuyun keenly noticed that Jian Xun's eyes fell on his face, with some strange inquiry.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and realized that he had been negligent. Because he was far away from the crowd, he immediately took off the boring human/leather mask. Then something happened suddenly. After rescuing people and returning, Jian Xun had been confused. He stayed at On the other hand, he even forgot to put the mask back on.
Ning Xiuyun sighed, never thought that he would have such a time when his mind was not in his mind.
"Is there something on my face?"
Jian Xun closed his eyes in silence.
Do you have anything to do with him? Why is the true face under the mask so similar to him?
Jian Xun couldn't understand.
"...No."
Ning Xiuyun propped himself up beside the bed, clearly seeing Jian Xun's troubled expression, he couldn't hold it back anymore.
He reached out and grabbed Jian Xun's wrist, and suddenly put the rough palm on the side of his face, covering it on the cold iron surface.
Jian Xun's pupils shrank. The soft iron was cold, but when he touched it, he felt inexplicably hot.
"You want to see it." Ning Xiuyun said firmly before Jian Xun pulled back his hand.
"...With the imperial master's orders, my subordinates dare not look at them." Jian Xun twitched his hand slightly and held it back.
"Do you care about this?" Ning Xiuyun curled his lips.
"A few words have made me wear a mask all my life. Is it for the peace of the country and the people of Daqi, or to show the world that one person is inferior to ten thousand people? I don't care about this. If you want to see it, I will listen to you. ."
Fingers intertwined, Ning Xiuyun pressed the other person's fingertips to the edge of the mask. As long as Jian Xun raised it slightly, the prince's true face, which was rarely exposed to others, would immediately be revealed in front of his eyes.
He didn't even call himself "Gu", as if the relationship between the two was already close.
Only those eyes, with unabashed scrutiny and scrutiny, seemed to want to see into the depths of a person's soul.
do you want to see? With a little effort, these royal secrets that many people are curious about will be revealed before your eyes.
Ning Xiuyun was like a bewitching devil. He could guess what Jian Xun was thinking, and his heartbeat accelerated with his clasped hands. Maybe it was the sight of Jian Xun covered in blood that stimulated him, making him feel like just enjoying the day and night. , in such a charming atmosphere, it doesn't matter even if everything is lost.
What's more, he won't miscalculate a move, just like in a battle on the chessboard, he has never lost to Jian Xun once.
Jian Xun didn't even look like he was struggling, so he retracted his fingers. He was afraid of hurting the prince, so he only expressed his rejection in this way.
"I... don't dare."
Someone had given Jian Xun some advice a long time ago. People in the royal family are very smart in what they say and do. Don't be gullible and blindly follow them, let alone think that whatever you say will be useful.
Everyone in the Great Qi Dynasty knew that the Tian family was respected, and the ancestors of the Jian family only obeyed the royal family. Jian Xun was the only deviant one.
The fear of the royal family hidden deep in his soul made him protect himself when his spirit was at its weakest. It was a vigilance that he had never experienced even in a rational state.
Their eyes met, and the disguised suspicion in Ning Xiuyun's eyes was filled with a silent smile.
He put down Jian Xun's hand and said slightly, "That's such a pity."
Jian Xun didn't know that he had unknowingly let an opportunity to pry into the truth slip away from his palm.
But in retrospect, he probably wouldn't regret his choice at the moment.
Everyone in the world is suspicious. The prince is the king and he is the minister. Even if he oversteps his authority, he should not be in such a passive situation.
Ning Xiuyun was really sorry.
He made that move because he was sure that Jian Xun would not continue to investigate further. If things did not develop as expected, Jian Xun saw his true appearance and was willing to admit defeat, so it would be a good idea to expose his identity to the public. Good choice.
He took off the kerchief from Jian Xun's forehead, walked to the basin, washed it and put it back in place.
Jian Xun... Jian Xun didn't dare to move.
How could he bear the prince's personal care? He felt uncomfortable all over, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling on him.
It doesn't matter if the kerchief is placed on the forehead, nor does it matter if it is taken off.
He wanted to say that he was not that weak, but he was afraid of letting down His Highness the Crown Prince's good intentions.
Jian Xun's body fever gradually subsided, his mind became clearer, and his embarrassment became more obvious. He had nothing to say, "Your Highness, Fu Jing..."
Ning Xiuyun's originally hooked lips slowly straightened, and he said coldly: "The poison has been cured. The dagger didn't penetrate deeply, so there won't be any serious problems."
If Fu Jing hadn't fallen into the trap, Jian Xun wouldn't be lying on the bed today, but this little heartless guy asked how Fu Jing is doing as soon as he woke up.
Ning Xiuyun has always kept his negative emotions introverted. He keeps them in check when he doesn't want to expose them to outsiders, let alone a careless person like Jian Xun.
Jian Xun, however, always couldn't read his face. Thinking that both he and Fu Jing had caused trouble to the prince, he apologized: "It's my subordinate who was not considerate enough and caused trouble to your highness. Fu Jing was also kind-hearted for a while, so I hope your highness won't do it." Blame it."
He didn't ask how the prince knew they were in danger.
Jian Xun never believed that the prince would directly delegate power to him, so someone was watching behind him to reassure him.
Ning Xiuyun: "..."
"Huh. Talk back? What did Gu say before you took the people away?"
Jian Xun twisted his eyebrows into the word "Chuan", knowing that it was his fault, he said with shame: "Rescue the people, Preserve yourself."
Ning Xiuyun wanted to say something mean, but when he turned around and saw the guilty expression on Jian Xun's face, all the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.
"Next time, I will punish you for your crime of disobedience."
After saying this, Ning Xiuyun felt that it would not be easy for him to let Jian Xun go like this. Knowing that he cared about the safety of his friend, he asked him to stay in his care before leaving. Stay in the tent.
I wanted to run to see Fu Jing, but there was no door.
As a result, Jian Xun was forced to stay with the prince for another night.
This time he was injured and could not sneak out in the middle of the night. He wanted to change beds with the prince to sleep on another simple temporary bed, but the prince refused again because he was not well.
The more Jian Xun lay down, the more awake he became. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but his body seemed to be getting better faster due to his subjective expectations. Fortunately, the medicine Zhang Taiyi prepared for him contained ingredients to help him sleep, which allowed him to sleep later. I barely fell asleep in the middle of the night.
By the next morning, Jian Xun had completely recovered from his high fever and was able to get out of bed and walk around. The prince was missing, so he sneaked to other camps to see the wounded.
Before he even opened the curtain, he heard Fu Jing crying and howling inside: "It hurts, it hurts - Mr. Zhang, please be merciful -"
Jian Xun: "?"
As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw Fu Jing lying on the bed and making a killing sound. With a normal cry, Doctor Zhang was changing the dressing on his wound, but he didn't take it easy at all because of the cry for mercy.
The young man he had rescued was sitting on another couch with a blank look on his face.
Mr. Fu considers himself a weak scholar who only needs to be good at obtaining information. He never thought that he would be seriously injured and almost lose his life.
This was the first time he was injured so seriously, almost losing half his life.
Doctor Zhang sighed with a look on his face: "A man is upright, how can you be so delicate?"
He tightened the gauze under his hand, and Fu Jing immediately vomited his soul.
He vaguely saw Jian Xun walking in from outside, and he held on for the last breath: "Jian Xun, are you okay? Where is His Highness the Crown Prince? I have to go to express my gratitude."
Jian Xun remembered that His Highness the Crown Prince seemed a little dissatisfied with Fu Jing yesterday, and he hesitated: "You'd better not go for now."
I'm really afraid that you will die at the hands of the guard camp.
On the bank of the river, Ning Xiuyun stood beside the rushing water. He touched the feathers of the little peacock in his arms, not knowing what he was thinking.
He felt a sting on the side of his cheek, and when he put his hand down to touch it, there was actually some blood on it.
The mask on his face was not heavy, and he had obviously not worn it for long, but without the original layer of human/skin mask, the edge directly hit the skin, leaving a bloody mark in just a short period of time.
In fact, no matter how well polished this thing is, it is a thing outside the body after all, and it will inevitably be injured if it comes into contact with skin and flesh. It is a pity that this thing has to be worn.
He was just thinking about how to get rid of the so-called Imperial Master, and Shen San came over behind him, unable to hide his joy: "Your Highness, the confession and evidence have been sent to Jiang Xingsong, and Jiang Xingsong immediately put up the greeting card. , waiting for His Highness to summon you."
"Very good. Return to the city." Ning Xiuyun ordered.
Let him see what Jiang Xingsong is planning to use to clear the Jiang family of the charge of rebellion.
Ning Xiuyun: Easy to handle.
Jian Xun missed the best chance to discover the truth :)