I raised my head and looked up at the man in front of me. He gave me a familiar feeling, I didn't understand the meaning of his words, and I didn't understand where the familiarity he gave me came from.

He called me by my name, as if I had been observing for a long time and had a deep understanding of me.

"You are..." I asked hesitantly: "What is your relationship with him? I didn't lose him at all."

The man's hand was in front of me and his fingers curled: "No matter how strong the charcoal is, it cannot hide the coldness underground. Get up."

His voice was so familiar, he was old and hoarse, and his throat seemed to be pulled by charcoal, as if it was scalded by boiling water.

Among the people I know, the old and hoarse voices only have their faces destroyed, and I never knew what his appearance looked like.

I slowly put my hand on his hand, and he cages his fingers and holds my cold hands tightly. At this moment, I seemed to have the strength to sweep away my previous weakness. He gently took me up.

I stood barefoot on the ground, shook for a moment, stood firmly, and looked at the man in front of me who seemed to be cold as if he was a legitimate immortal: "Are you Xuan Ji?"

The man leaned back and I fell down. His hand pressed against my back and sat down on the bed. He did not deny my question.

I took my shoes and socks, knelt in front of me on one knee, my long hair was drooping, my attitude was pious and respectful, and I put my shoes and socks on them with great skill.

I looked at his movements, and in a daze, the scene flashed in front of my eyes. A bright and shiny hand lifted the white bed curtain and shouted to the outside.

A man in black clothes was as tall as a pine tree, slowly walked over with ink hair. In the fog, he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He walked to the edge of the bed, knelt on one knee, and a pair of white, naked and small feet slowly fell from the white bed.

The man kneeling on one knee on the ground lowered his eyes and put on the shoes and socks for her, as if Xuan Ji put on the shoes and socks for me overlapped.

My eyes opened, my pupils tightened, and I shouted unconsciously: "Si Xuanji, what crime did you commit in southern Xinjiang? Have you become a sinner in southern Xinjiang and been expelled from southern Xinjiang?"

Si Xuanji raised his head and smiled, his eyes calm as if he was as calm as a lake, and asked back: "How do you know I am Xuanji?"

How did I know it was him?

I don't know if it was him, I just guessed based on his voice.

When I saved Xuan Ji, my face was completely destroyed, my body was burned, and my throat was filled with pus and blood.

"I guessed it, I don't know if it's correct." I moved my feet and stood up, and I really had strength on my body: "What's wrong with my body?"

When he touched my feet, I stood firmly, which forced me to re-examine him. The more mysterious the southern Xinjiang, there were many crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the southern Xinjiang.

The insects raised by Xuanjin and the snakes raised, looking at the entire Central Plains, I am afraid that no one can compare with him. He has the ability to make my weak body strong and restore it as strong as before.

Xuan Ji glanced at me, picked up the clothes beside him, and put them on me skillfully. Then the red fox fur was put on me and the fox fur hat was put on me.

The soft and gentle fur on the hat made me feel as if I were in the fox fur, so warm that I couldn't feel cold at all.

"Xuan Ji..."

"Do you know why I'm called Xuan Ji?"

Si Xuanji interrupted me and asked while walking out.

I hesitated for a moment. The poison in the poison is extracted from the bird.

If you get infected with poisonous wine, you will die.

"Xuan Ji means it is more poisonous than arsenic?" I said it slowly and paused for a moment: "The person who gave you a name seems to have high hopes for you."

Si Xuanji raised his eyebrows, and a hint of pleasure appeared on the corner of his mouth, leading me into the noisy wind and snow outside.

The fire in Kunning Palace lit up the entire palace.

There was a mess in the palace, and snow fell from the sky. Si Xuanji clasped his hands together and sighed, "This weather is so cold, it's a little colder than the sacrificial hall in southern Xinjiang that is covered with heavy snow all day long."

I closed the fox fur on my body and thought of the picture that flashed through my mind just now, "Didn't Si Sizi say that the sacrificial hall has been burned? Is it too cold?"

Si Xuanjin smiled and took out a glass bottle from his wide sleeve. A small fire burned inside the glass bottle. He handed the bottle to me, and he looked nostalgic in his eyes, and he murmured as if he murmured: "Maybe it was because the high priest felt that it was too cold inside, so he set a fire, thinking about whether the fire could burn the snow that never melted all year round."

I took the glass bottle from him, the small glass bottle, with fat ends and thin in the middle, distinguishing the oil from the lamp. No matter how you take it or put it, the fire inside will not be extinguished.

"It seems that the fire has not burned the snow." I held the glass bottle tightly. The small glass bottle was like a hot soup man, which warmed my whole body.

Si Xuanji looked sad: "Yes, the snow that has been cremated for several days and nights does not melt all year round. It seems that only blood is used, the scorching blood."

"That's a pity." I said regretfully: "You are also hurt. You are the general who protects the high priest, and she is quite irresponsible."

Si Xuanji paused for a moment, turned his head and looked at me strangely, "What you said is that the scenery outside is too tempting and is not found in various miscellaneous books."

Why look at me weirdly?

I am not their mysterious high priest, and I don’t yearn for the world of flowers in the vernacular book at all. I remember it on the mobile phone for a second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

"When did your face get better?" I am not sure why Si Xuanji came now, so I can only continue to test and explore bit by bit.

Si Xuan was furious and was automatically wearing black clothes, as if he had come from the dark night, "It's natural to think about it, and you're still satisfied with my original appearance?"

My heart was raised to my throat, what does he mean?

His appearance is not to be desecrated, noble and noble, as if he is an alien. How can others be dissatisfied with him?

The corners of his mouth twitched, and I looked at his eyes and found that his dark eyes were covered in blue, "I want to see Qi Jingque."

Si Xuanji circled his arms at me, circled my waist, and took a little toe, and took me to the palace wall without any preparation.

My body shook, subconsciously pulled him and stabilized my body.

His hand slashed, pointed to the direction of the dungeon, and looked at the direction of the fire in Kunning Palace: "The maid next to you is now worried about her life. Qi Jingque was guarded by heavy troops in the dungeon. It is not easy to see him. Choose one of them, only choose one."

The old and hoarse voice was not worthy of his appearance like a legitimate immortal, but he made me coldly choose.

"I think it through and think about it. If you want your maid, Qi Jingque will die. If you lose him completely, choose Qi Jingque, your maid, and you will completely lose your family."
Chapter completed!