*, Attack amnesia
At night, there was heavy snowfall outside the palace.
The guard found out where the violinist lived, and in the dead of night, dressed in plain clothes, he went to visit secretly.
It was a dilapidated tile-roofed house, close to the door, and there was a suppressed groan from inside the house.
The guard was so worried that he broke in through the door before asking.
The piano player huddled up in a ball on the dilapidated straw mat, holding his waist and groaning in pain, vaguely like the whimpering of a small animal.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, he reluctantly turned his head and said hoarsely:
"Who?"
"It's me."
Before he could ask the second word, he was embraced into a strong and strong embrace. Through the thin clothes, he could feel the warmth of his skin and the pounding of his heart.
"I brought you some porridge, come on, have some."
The warm millet porridge slid down the dry throat into the stomach, and the ice accumulated in the heart finally melted away.
The guard blew out the candle, hugged the person into his arms, and exchanged heartbeats and body temperatures with each other on the simple earthen bed.
The luthier's belly gradually grew bigger, weighing heavily in front of him. In addition, the waist injury was difficult to heal, so he endured severe pain every time he played the qin.
However, the guards were often sent away by the emperor and could no longer listen to the melody like mountains and flowing water.
"Why, you can't bear to leave him? In that case, how about taking this poisonous wine for him?"
*Full text in Ai Power Generation: Angelica dahurica chuanzhi
Intention: life, life, life