The smile on Yan Xu's face faded, and his eyes darkened, "He has sent invitations to all the people in the world, and they will hold an evil elimination conference at Luoxia Villa in three days. The next step may be..."

"Encirclement and suppression of Fengxue Tower," Zhen Shan slowly answered his words.

Yan Xu hugged her tightly, "I will help you whatever you want to protect."

Zhen Shan's eyes trembled, how to protect him?

Bloodbath the entire martial arts world?

Or should we just let him or her kill Yan Chu?

Zhen Shan smiled bitterly, as if she had once again forced herself into a desperate situation.

Do you blame yourself for being alone at the beginning and thinking that even if you risk your life to save the master who is like your father, it doesn't matter?

Or, it was because fate was so unpredictable that she was lucky enough to meet such a good man, but in the end, it seemed that she could no longer accompany him safely throughout her life.

"Yan Xu, there are some roads that you can't walk on." Once you step on them, you will find thorns everywhere, darkness and blood.

Even if she really has to leave, she should be the one to leave.

"I'll accompany you," Yan Xu suddenly let go of her, stared at her stubbornly, and said every word.

Zhen Shan's breathing was slightly suffocated.

"I'll accompany you, Shanshan, you can't leave me alone anymore," Yan Xu's voice was hoarse and aggrieved.

Her heart felt warm and astringent, her lips trembled slightly, "Okay."

Walking alone may be a dead end, but if two people can at least support each other, there may be a miracle.

Even if Zhen Shan knows that miracles are almost zero for her.

…

The storm is coming, but the empty valley where Fengxue Tower is located is still peaceful and peaceful.

When the morning sun comes up, frost condenses on the branches and grass leaves, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Zhen Shan got up very early today and was in good spirits. She put on a white cloak and opened the window, feeling the cold wind blowing in her face.

She gathered her cloak and felt a little cold, which relieved a lot of stuffiness in the room.

Although it has not yet entered winter, her room has already lit a charcoal fire, silver frost charcoal, the charcoal is white and frosty, smokeless, and burning. The room is as warm as spring, but even if the charcoal is lit, it will feel a bit stuffy.

Although there was a vent in the room, Yan Xu would never let her get close to the window or open the window even a little bit.

Just half a month ago, on the second day after she woke up, she wanted to walk outside to relax because she had been lying down for too long.

Yan Xu originally refused, but he couldn't bear her repeated requests. Seeing that the weather was nice, he had to compromise and take a walk in the courtyard.

As a result, in the middle of the night, her whole body began to feel weak, her limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, and her throat felt as if it was burning. She originally wanted to take medicine for herself, but she thought too highly of her body and gave it to her before she even moved out of bed.

Passed out.

The next day, Yan Xu came to see him and found her hands hanging limply on the edge of the bed. She fell into a high fever coma and was almost frightened.

Zhen Shan turned to look at the beauty's couch not far from his bed and smiled helplessly.

From that day on, Yan Xu refused to take a step away from her at night. Originally, he wanted to sit next to her and meditate, but his iron body couldn't withstand his torture. How could Zhen Shan be willing?

But, sharing the same bed?

Fengxuelou is not Luoxia Villa, so she is not afraid of any gossip, but she was infected with the cold after all. Zhenshan was worried that it would be transmitted to him, so he had to ask someone to move him a beauty couch.

Thinking of someone's very regretful expression at that time, the empress's red lips twitched slightly.

This man is really not subtle at all.

Well, it is unlikely that a reserved man would eat dumplings so cheerfully and confidently.

Thinking of him, a faint smile appeared on Zhen Shan's lips, which opened up her sick face, like a hibiscus flower blooming under the bright white moonlight, eclipsing the sky and the earth.

Acridine!

The soft sound of the door opening was heard, Zhen Shan's heart skipped a beat, she quickly closed the window, turned around and walked towards the bed.

The empress has never felt as guilty as she does now in her life.

It's not that she's afraid of anyone.

However, if he saw her getting up, he would definitely make a fuss and ask the mistresses to come and examine her body carefully, and then add some bitter medicine.

But it didn't matter, she was used to taking medicine anyway.

What's terrible is that someone will then stare at her with a pair of pale eyes, unblinking, dissatisfied and worried, and purse her thin lips tightly, as if she has done so much to sorry him and feels so wronged.

Nope.

Zhen Shan is not afraid of anything else. He is afraid that the face of the person he cherishes will be full of grievance and sadness, and his conscience will really not be able to bear it.

Finally, after a lot of effort and effort, a certain Mr. Lianyan came to Fengxuelou. How could he get caught up in Tang Monk's sutra chanting by his master? He could recite it for her for several hours.

It's just that compared to the fact that his wife's words are not repeated, Yan Xu can repeat a sentence hundreds of times, which is even more terrible.

Today she got up and saw that he was not there, thinking that he should go out to make breakfast for her. During these days, she had been bored in the room for too long and always wanted to see the scenery outside, even the leaves and trees that were about to wither.

OK.

However, she never expected that he would come back so soon. If Yan Xu knew that she had opened the window, she would never be able to explain it, and her head would probably explode today.

Come to think of it, the empress refused.

In a hurry, Zhen Shan accidentally tripped and quickly reached out to hold the edge of the bed to prevent himself from falling backwards.

Not to mention that the image is completely gone, but someone will definitely be frightened, and then...

When the person who came in heard the noise, his originally silent footsteps panicked and he ran in quickly, "Young Master, you..."

Zhen Shan heard something wrong with the footsteps, and then the voice said, "Meng Wu, why didn't you make a sound first when you came in?"

The empress breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling that her heart was beating abnormally fast.

"Ah?" Meng Wu was holding a food box in one hand and supporting Zhen Shan with the other, confused.

"I thought it was Yan Xu?"

Mengwu looked at the window that was not closed, the cloak on his young master, and the nervous expression that had not completely faded away. What else did he not understand?

"Master Lianyan prepared breakfast for you, but Madam called him and asked his subordinates to bring breakfast back to you."

Therefore, young master, if it weren't for Madam, the one who would be seen looking like you now would be Young Master Lian Yan.

Zhen Shan's lips twitched and sighed, "My wife is so kind to me."

Meng Wu couldn't hold back his smile, but still said worriedly: "Young Master, you have only been cold for a few days, and your injuries are not fully healed yet, so you shouldn't be exposed to the wind."

"If I don't get some air, your young master will be roasted to death by the charcoal fire in the house."

Zhen Shan didn't want Yan Xu to worry, but just because she could stay at home, it didn't mean that she could stay completely bored in one place without even opening a window to get some air.

"It's almost winter now. Although the cold wind in the valley is not that severe, you still need to pay attention. If something happens to you again, I'm afraid Master Lian Yan will really go crazy."

"It's okay. I hadn't recovered my internal strength at that time, and I only caught the wind and cold after I left the yard. I'm feeling better now."
Chapter completed!