Seeing that it was approaching evening and Xie Jiayan still didn't look like he was about to wake up, Ming Shu shuddered and began to regret it sincerely.

If she had known that the effect of this ointment was so subtle, she wouldn't have knocked him out. Wuwuwu.

The cold wind was blowing, making the woods on one side make a rustling sound. Looking from where Ming Shu was, the woods were dark, as if a raptor would pounce out at the next moment.

Ming Shu shivered again and decided to divert her attention and stop looking in that direction.

Her eyes were attracted to the wooden board in the pile of stones. This was the same board that Xie Jiayan was carrying earlier. It looked like... a drawing board?

After she pulled out the wooden board, she discovered that the wooden board could be opened and closed, and there was a stack of paper sandwiched inside.

Based on this structure, Ming Shu guessed that this should be a "painting folder", so the purpose of Xie Jiayan's visit to the mountains this time was obvious, it should be to find materials for painting.

They were at the bottom of a mountain valley. Looking up from this position, they could see the green and undulating mountains, which was really suitable for painting.

Although the outside of the wooden board was crushed, the drawing paper was not torn.

Ming Shu carefully pulled out the drawing and found that it was a line drawing drawn with charcoal. She opened it one by one. In the drawing, there were mountains and forests, peaks, clouds, and...a hairpin?

An exquisite hairpin is drawn on the pure white paper, and even the pattern of the hairpin is lifelike.

Unlike other drawings, which are simply sketched with charcoal, the hairpins in this final painting are drawn with ink, and the strokes are detailed. It is obvious that the artist put great care into the drawing.

Ming Shu looked at the hairpin in the painting, and a strange sense of familiarity suddenly flashed through her mind. However, this feeling only passed by in a flash and she did not have time to capture it.

If this painting can be clamped on the drawing board, it must have been painted by Xie Jiayan.

But, why did he draw this hairpin?

This style seems to be used by girls... Could it be that he has a girl he likes?

Thinking like this, Ming Shu looked at the drawing for a long time, with complicated thoughts in her heart.

"Host, the task target seems to be awake." It was the voice of No. 666 that broke the silence.

Ming Shu hurriedly turned around and saw Xie Jiayan sitting up. He looked dazed, the crown of his hair was crooked, and a few strands of hair were sticking up high.

This appearance was very different from his usual well-dressed appearance. It was Xie Jiayan that Ming Shu had never seen before.

Looks a little funny?

Xie Jiayan looked at the upturned corner of Ming Shu's mouth and seemed to realize that he was probably a little embarrassed at this time. He smoothed his hair and rubbed the hit area on his neck with his left hand, instantly recalling that he had been knocked unconscious.

thing.

Ming Shu saw his movements, her heart skipped a beat, and she realized something was wrong.

What should you do when you feel guilty? Of course, you must take the initiative and occupy the right to speak.

So before Xie Jiayan could speak, Ming Shu handed the pile of drawings to him and smiled: "Brother, your drawings are really good. If I didn't look carefully, I would have thought these were real jewelry.

!”

"It's just..." Ming Shu's expression became confused, "This hairpin looks like it belongs to my daughter. Senior brother, you..."

Seeing Ming Shu's thoughtful expression, Xie Jiayan interrupted her: "Don't think about it, this is just a gadget I carved casually in the past."

Hearing this answer, Ming Shu's heart felt as if a hanging stone had fallen to the ground. She sincerely smiled brightly: "Senior brother is such a good carver..."

She suddenly remembered the rabbit pendant that Xie Jiayan gave her earlier, and an idea flashed in her mind, and she subconsciously said: "Then the pendant that was given to me before was carved by my senior brother himself?"

As soon as these words came out, Xie Jiayan's ears turned slightly red, and he turned his head away in embarrassment, seeming to regret his previous gaffe.

"I originally bought a lantern, but the lantern was damaged, so I carved a pendant in the shape of the lantern..." Xie Jiayan still maintained a calm tone, "If you don't like the pendant

, just lose it.”

Saying that, Xie Jiayan didn't wait for Ming Shu to reply, then he looked around for a while, then looked at the darkening sky, and said seriously: "We have to go out of the mountain immediately. If we wait until dark, it will be difficult to go out."

Already."

As for the matter of him being knocked unconscious... Xie Jiayan caught the flash of guilt in Ming Shu's eyes, and already had a suspicion in his mind, but he didn't intend to ask questions at this moment.

It doesn't matter to him that he can't get out of the mountain. He has a place to rest in Jingkong Mountain, but the injury on his hand is a bit serious.

But Ming Shu, a little girl, must not spread rumors about Ye Bugui Mansion.

"I know a shortcut, just follow me."

Seeing that Xie Jiayan changed the subject and had no intention of asking about the knocking out, Ming Shu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded obediently: "I will follow you well."

Xie Jiayan walked ahead carrying the box, and Ming Shu volunteered to follow him with the drawing.

They were walking on a small path, and the shrubs on both sides were swaying in the cool breeze, which sounded quite desolate.

As if worried that Ming Shu was scared, Xie Jiayan would glance sideways at her from time to time.

Ming Shu would tremble like a frightened quail when there was any disturbance. Xie Jiayan felt angry and funny: "Now that I know I'm afraid, how could I have the courage to follow her in the first place?"

Ming Shu walked very carefully. She held up the hem of her skirt to prevent it from getting caught on the branches and leaves.

After hearing Xie Jiayan's words, she hesitated and said tentatively: "If, I mean if..."

"If I said that I followed you because of a dream, would you... would you believe it?"

The two of them were already walking side by side. Ming Shu looked at Xie Jiayan's expression rather uneasily, but did not see the surprise she expected.

Xie Jiayan looked calm and said softly: "Tell me about it."

Ming Shu then whispered: "I had a dream that you would meet Shanshi, and I was a little worried... so I followed you..."

This statement can be said to be ridiculous, but Xie Jiayan did not show any sarcasm. He looked at Ming Shu seriously: "In that case, why didn't you tell me this dream directly, but chose to follow it?"

"Because it's just a dream..." Ming Shu's voice became even lower. She avoided looking at him, not daring to look at him. "I told you, maybe you won't believe it..."

"I will believe it."

Xie Jiayan raised his head slightly and looked at the dim sky. His voice was very soft but with certainty: "I will believe it."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Ming Shu's eyes widened in shock: "But that was just a dream..."

"But you haven't come with me yet." Xie Jiayan's face was still stained with dust, but he couldn't hide the bright look in his eyes. He said every word, "Although you knew it was a dream, you still followed me because you were worried about me.

Yes, right?"

It was obviously some ambiguous words, but he said them with a clear voice, but they didn't seem to be tainted with any emotion.

He looked at her with clear eyes, as if he really just wanted to get a yes or no answer from her.

"I..." Ming Shu felt the temperature on her face rise sharply and her cheeks became hot. She said urgently: "Senior brother, with his talents, will definitely be remembered in history. If he is really injured because of this accident, it will be..."

Naturally, I will remember the loss of our court..."

Under tension, Ming Shu was a little incoherent. She glanced at Xie Jiayan's hand and whispered: "What should I do if senior brother hurts his hand and can no longer paint in the future..."

"I'll stop painting if I can't." Xie Jia said in a very indifferent tone, as if he really didn't care about the injury to his hand. "If I really have any consequences due to my recklessness, I should bear it myself."

His tone became serious: "But you shouldn't put yourself in such danger because of this."

Seeing Ming Shu lowering her head, her ears red to the point of bleeding, as if she was extremely ashamed, Xie Jiayan sighed and softened his tone and said: "After we come out of the mountain, if anyone asks, just say that we were ordered by the teacher.

When you come to Jingkong Mountain to paint, don’t say anything else, especially your dream..."

"Do you understand?"

The road ahead became wider and wider, and it seemed that we were about to leave the mountain. Looking from a distance, we seemed to be able to see several people approaching in the distance.

When they got closer, they could see that it was Shen Zhiyu and others, and even Le Zhi came with them.

When Shen Zhiyu saw Ming Shu, his expression was happy at first, but then became angry again.

Ming Shu quickly came over, lowered her head deeply, and said in an extremely sincere tone: "I was wrong."

Shen Zhiyu looked at her embarrassment, feeling distressed and angry: "You are really..."

Since there were others present, he didn't say much, but warned Ming Shu with his eyes: Go back and settle the score with you.

When Jiang Lezhi saw the equally embarrassed Xie Jiayan, his expression was slightly stunned, but he quickly connected the whole incident, and began to think about the reason for Ming Shu's disappearance.

She chuckled and pulled Ming Shu over and said, "Why are you so slow? You told us to wait."

Everyone present instantly understood what she meant, that she wanted to treat this matter as a matter of everyone.

Shen Zhiyu showed her a grateful expression, and then said to Xie Jiayan: "It's getting late, so I'll take Ming Shu back home first, and I'll talk to Prince Xie about the rest later."

Ming Shu whispered: "Senior brother's hand is injured..."

Hearing Ming Shu's words, Shen Zhiyu glanced at Xie Jiayan's hand and saw the horrific scars. Seeing that Xie Jiayan was alone, he frowned slightly and said, "How about I send someone to take Prince Xie back to his home?"

"

Xie Jiayan's expression remained unchanged, he nodded and said, "Thank you."

For the next short period of time, no one spoke. Jiang Lezhi supported Ming Shu and walked together, while Xie Jiayan walked behind silently.

It was getting late, so Lezhi took his own carriage and returned home first.

Before getting on the carriage, Ming Shu couldn't help but look back at Xie Jiayan, but she happened to catch Xie Jiayan's eyes.

His eyes were deep, mixed with some emotions that she couldn't understand, like a bottomless well.

This metaphor made Ming Shu's heart slow down for a moment, and it wasn't until Shen Zhiyu urged her that she hurriedly entered the carriage.

The carriage soon started to move forward. Ming Shu couldn't hold it any longer, so she secretly opened the curtains and peeked out.
To be continued...