The moon is like a silver plate, bright as daytime. After a long time of lively in the frost weather, the crowds of people gradually dissipated in groups of three or three. The sea buckthorn forest at the end of the vision was covered with ice crystals, which emitted some strange cold tones under the reverse color of the moonlight, and made a nice jingle sound of silver ringtones under the blowing of the morning breeze. A man and a woman curled up their bodies like arched shrimps, squeaking and spitting out big mouthfuls of white breath, as if the moment they exhaled it turned into snow foam. The bonfire where the two were sitting around emitted a faint flame, and the man's time

From time to time, one or two pieces of wet and dry wood branches were thrown into it. Heat and cold, water and fire were in fierce conflict. Mars was gradually decreasing. The only hope they could rely on was gradually dissipating, but the two had no intention of leaving. In order to extend this misty atmosphere, the man had already patched the only sheepskin mattress on the woman, but this seemed to have no good effect at all. The temperature of the man's body suddenly faded, and the woman was not much better, but their hearts were hot.

After listening to Yingqiong's history about the Great Liao Khitan Kingdom, Tian Changge not only did not show any tired look on his face, but instead raised his own questions from time to time. For example, Han Derang's ending was full of interest before and afterwards. After all, it was the first time that he had heard many secret and unannounced pasts of the Khitan Kingdom.

When he finally caught a little cunning and playful interest from Yingqiong's eyes, he wanted to tease the other person, so he asked, "Then who is the princess you serve?"

Just as Yingqiong was frowning with her breathless mouth, holding her breath and frowned, the sound of sharpening the knife sounded particularly harsh. Tian Changge and Yingqiong looked in the direction of the sound at the same time. It turned out that there were not only two of them under the moon shadow flower. In the seat near the door frame of the hotel, a third party who sharpened the knife appeared at some point.

On a stool that was ten feet long, a fat and obscene man with a grease-sweat-faced face was rubbing a ghost-headed knife with a curled blade on a whetstone. He deliberately made a loud noise and glanced at Nori Changge from time to time. After about a cup of tea, the knife had been sharpened as sharp as a razor by the joint efforts of him and the whetstone. He tried to test the blade with his thumb or nail. He used the knife to shave off the sweat hair on the back of his hand, squinting his eyes as if he was holding a microscope and checking the blade. He often showed, or deliberately showed, that there were really some unmatched places, and then placed the knife on the stone and continued to grind and grind. Seeing his funny look, Tian Changge and Yingqiong couldn't help laughing.

Only then did Nori Changge realize that Yingqiong was also secretly liked by someone else, but the flowers on both sides seemed to be a little unmatched.

"Brother Han, it's scary to sharpen your knife here in the middle of the night. Can you change the time in the future? The princess doesn't sleep well. I hope you can understand how difficult it is for me to be a job."

The fat man didn't talk at first, and smiled embarrassedly with a blushing face. He didn't know what to do. He stared at Yingqiong, who was like a frost flower, and struggled to squeeze out a sentence like a mosquito and flies from his thick lips like a sausage: "It's late at night... I... I... I... accompany you... No... Don't be afraid."

"Who is this?" Tian Changge showed a strong interest in the malicious other party.

"There are not many people with the Khitan surname Han..." Yingqiong muttered in a low voice, and the concern for the man surnamed Han seemed to have become a burden that was difficult to swallow.

"Han Sixian, Han Derang is his ancestor." His tone was filled with ridicule and mockery of Nori Changge. His eyes turned from looking straight to looking down. It seemed that this third party had been staying here for quite some time.

“In Shimoda…”

"Who is interested in knowing or not where the cats and dogs came from." Before Tian Changge finished speaking, he was interrupted by Han Sixian's rude and provocative tone.

The romantic interest between Yingqiong and Tian Changge just now disappeared. She seemed to want to argue something, but she swallowed her stomach when she said something. The invisible gap between herself and Han Sixian made her leave without leaving a word, and she left slowly in the eyes of the two men with concern, and never turned around until now.

"Yingzi, come in." A slow shout that sounded in the black and black house shocked Yingqiong, who was unconscious, was shocked. It took her a long time to come to her senses. She didn't know when she walked outside the eaves of the room where the princess was.

The candlelight in the room became brighter and a shadowy human figure came. Yingqiong gently took off her boots, pushed the door and stepped in. The room was as warm as spring. Yingqiong, who was barefoot, felt a heat spread throughout her body, an indescribable feeling of comfort. Only then did she realize that her hands, feet, and even her eyes were already a little numb. It was not until this time that she gradually felt that her body was back in her hands again. On a large mahogany bed in the corner was a beautiful woman who was dressed neatly and draped on her shoulders like clouds. Yingqiong could even see a trace of fragrant beads oozing out from the other person's nose.

"Sister, it's all mine, I'll disturb you to rest." The princess Yingqiong usually serves is gentle and has never heard her say anything harshly. When there were no outsiders, she and the princess were called sisters.

Yingqiong bolted the door again when she entered the door. She was afraid that the room would be angry. The princess was not afraid of anything, but she was particularly afraid of the cold, just for the winter. If there was no special need, Han Jiutian would not go out easily. She went out with three floors inside and three floors outside. At this moment, the Tianzi room she lived in was specially treated. The room was usually covered with fire channels in the dark. The owner of the room used burned firewood and overheated before going to bed. There was a huge difference between the inside and outside the room. Yingqiong was almost surprised when she heard that the other party had been soaking in the water for a long time after a long time in the water, and she was almost surprised.

It was a pity that the disease fell into the disease after that time. Winter was like a year for her. Even in such an environment, a special strange smell often came from the princess's quilt. It was the smell of burnt after being scalded by hot water. Without these special "hot water bags", the princess' limbs were cold all night. Yingqiong was the witness of all this. A gentle cough came from the room, and the cold air brought in by Yingqiong still affected the other party. Yingqiong hurriedly rustled for a while and handed over a bowl of warm tea. The other party sipped, and then suppressed the good health in his throat.

"Anyway, I can't sleep even if I lay alone in bed."

Yingqiong answered in a very light voice: "Yes." Then she lowered her eyelids and bit her lip gently. She looked neither deep nor shy, as if she had suddenly had a lot of thoughts.

"Is there someone I like?"

Yingqiong didn't expect this princess sister to be so direct. Instead, she didn't know how to reply. Her face felt hot and her ears began to get hot. Fortunately, the dim candlelight made her face look sallow and sallow, hiding her embarrassment very well.

"Han Sixian..."

"It's all mine, it's not, it makes the princess upset about my affairs." Yingqiong quickly blocked the other party's words, as if she had a premonition of some bad signs.

The princess roughly understood the other party's thoughts from the changes in the other party's name and tone. She smiled slightly, stared at Yingqiong and said slowly: "I'll tell Han Sixian that Yingqiong is still young, and I can't live without her here."

"Really?" Yingqiong widened her eyes and stared at the princess in a daze. The two longan core-like eyeballs kept turning, and there was even an unconcealed excitement at the corners of her eyes.

"You also know that I will not be able to cover it up for long. I will see that I will see the decision in the next few days." The princess glanced at the other party intentionally and seemed unintentionally, which made Yingqiong become more and more urgent.

"He is just a down-and-out Chinese who can make kites."

"Does he like you?"

Yingqiong was caught off guard by this question. Tian Changge seemed to have never confessed her truest thoughts to her. Although she could feel the other person's sincere intentions, she was just before she could tell her from the other person's mouth, the bridge was still coming back to the bridge and the road was back to the road. What's more, the other person's curiosity about the princess seemed to have surpassed her, making her nameless and jealous.

"I just followed the princess forever and never married."

"I also say that women always want to get married. If I meet someone right, I will marry myself."

"What should he do?"

Yingqiong's words seemed to stir the most secret string in the princess's heart. Her mood suddenly sank, and there was an indescribable look of loneliness on her face, and she muttered to herself: "If he wanted to come, I'll see that he had forgotten me."

The princess turned her head aside with a dim expression. Yingqiong obviously saw a trace of clear tears falling from the corner of her eyes. The two of them remained a long silence. Yingqiong then realized that the princess's angry words just now could not even deceive herself.

This night seemed extremely long for both of them. The princess didn't sleep well this night and kept tossing and turning in the bed. Although Yingqiong was lying there like a mountain, she was particularly awake in her mind, and all kinds of strange thoughts passed by like slides. What kind of ending would be between her and Tian Changge? Even she couldn't understand.

After breakfast the next day, Han Sixian began to sharpen the knife in front of everyone, sharpening and grinding, staring at Tian Changge who had just woken up in the distance, stretching his waist and yawning, with a kind of sinister and indifference in his eyes. The crowd around had already surrounded him watching the fun, chattering like a bird in place.

"I once stabbed it with just one knife and stabbed a Han man in the stomach, as if it was poked on soft sheep oil. He twisted like a bug, and a gurgling sound came from his throat." Han Sixian used the sharp knife to howl and gesture hard in front of the curious crowd. His body had no beauty at all, like a big bug with his teeth bared, as if he was ready to attack at any time, but the people around him could not feel the murderous aura on him, and everyone felt even more like a slightest bit of his murderous aura in his heart. A clown who is really performing hard. Han Si would glance at the direction where Tian Changge is from time to time, as if he was testing whether the other party could hear it, and then continued, "I stabbed my knife on his ribs. That's what I did. He kept screaming. He wanted to take my knife away. I grabbed it hard and didn't let go, and then pulled it out in a flash. His blood sprayed all over my face, and then cut it into his bones. Oh, let me tell you, that's really a beautiful scene."

Han Sixian slashed down at the corner of the table next to him. Maybe the people around him were not ready, maybe the sword came too suddenly, maybe it was just scared by the other party's threat, and a burst of screams came from the crowd, as if the knife had cut into the cracks of their bones, making the people around him feel that the teeth were tightened, and the pain roots in their bodies were suddenly cut off at that moment. Some timid even rushed out directly. Han Sixian laughed even more arrogantly, the fat on his body shook, and a creepy smell filled the air.

Two beautiful shadows quietly looked at all this through a gap in the window frame, one was cold and the other seemed a little excited.

Tian Changge seemed not ready to face the challenge. He carried the bamboo baskets filled with cotton paper, thread, fish glue that he usually used to set up the stall, and chopped bamboo strips of bamboo strips of different lengths. He lowered his head in the eyes of everyone and was slowly preparing to leave. A force that was about to move seemed to burst out in Tian Changge's body, and his gums bit his lips, and his upper and lower jaws might swallow the boneless piece of flesh beside his mouth into his stomach at any time, and his body had already collapsed into a bow. Tian Changge had already discovered the back of the high window lattice in the corner of his eyes.

The two hot and cold eyes of his body like a sharp arrow were shot, and Li Qianshun explained the big thing about making friends with the Khitan nobles. Now he offended this arrogant and outrageous Khitan nobleman, which seemed extremely unwise. He pressed the rebellious from his throat down until he was swallowed into his stomach again, and his feet became lighter again. At this moment, he became a wall of iron that was not covered with wind and rain, immunized against any provocation, and walked slowly towards the door away from all this right and wrong.

There was a look of disappointment on Yingqiong's face behind the window frame. The princess still looked like a bystander who was neither salty nor light and had nothing to do with her.

Tian Changge just stepped out of the threshold, and the other foot was about to withdraw from the door with relief. A special sound of sharpening was clearly heard at the door, and the iron tool made a rustling sound on the whetstone. Tian Changge looked out curiously and saw two men standing under the eaves of the corridor on the left hand side of the gate. The short and fat man was not too fat, and his body was as strong as a calf; the tall and thin man seemed to be as thin as a few taels of meat left on his body. His pale face and all the frost and white surroundings were perfectly integrated into one place. If he hadn't exhaled a breath of heat from his mouth, it would be difficult for outsiders to feel the breath of a living person in his body.
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