Charming beauty

The afternoon sun is gentle and serene, like a lover's touch, slanted into the hall through layers of veils, gently covering the thin figure sleeping in the elegant and luxurious bed, his face is fair, delicate and lovely, eyelashes Slender as a fiber disc, it stays in front of his eyes, the corners of his mouth are not bent, and An Tian looks as if he is indulging in a boundless dream and does not want to wake up.

And beside the bed, a slender shadow was stretched obliquely by the sun on the ground, and the heavy veils were lifted with the wind, making time soundless as if standing still.After all, the child was saved, but Yueduan never woke up. Maybe he was escaping, or maybe he couldn't face it...

Yuedu was sitting by the bed. He didn't know how long he had been sitting or how long he had been waiting. He only knew that since Yueduyu fell into a deep sleep, he had been guarding the side of the bed without leaving half a step. His back was stretched to the extreme like a bow. , as if it would be broken with just a light touch, his fingers were holding Yuedu's hand stiffly, his eyes were silently fixed on Yuedu's body, he couldn't tell if it was blank or dazed, his thoughts were chaotic, as if wandering In the dream, he didn't know how to digest the facts in front of him,

He and Wu'er... unexpectedly have a child... and he was almost given to...

He closed his eyes deeply, and there was a strong pain between his brows that he couldn't tell whether it was self-blame or loneliness. The child was two months old, but he didn't know anything. He didn't understand why Wu'er wanted to hide him. If the son had a child, he would not accept the side concubine. If he hadn't accepted the side concubine, he would not have gotten to where he is today...

After all, whose fault is it...

He doesn't know, and will he tell him...

Outside the window, the scenery is still picturesque.

The sun is as clear as gold. When Murongyou woke up, there was dazzling sunlight outside the window. The sky was pure blue, transparent and spotless, and he even thought it was very beautiful. No matter where he was, he just subconsciously raised his hand to cover the dazzling light, but when he pulled the freshly bandaged wound on his shoulder blade, the instant pain caused him to frown slightly, and then, uncontrollable pain swept across his face. His entire body and eyes were slightly darkened, he moaned softly, and the forehead was suddenly covered with cold sweat.

However, the sharp pain stimulated his memory, and the fire in his memory was blazing in his eyes, but there was a figure hugging him tightly in the hot and suffocating, as if he was unwilling to let go for a moment...

He has a splitting headache.

Standing by the bedside without rest, Han Feng, who was exhausted to the extreme, suddenly woke up from the light dream because of his slight moaning. When she was sure that Murong You really woke up, she was both surprised and happy. Tears were rolling in her eyes, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was soft and bright, "Hongyan, you finally woke up... You were in a coma for five days, I thought... I thought..." She couldn't continue, crying and laughing The expression made her very embarrassed, but there was nothing she could do. The tears came out in an instant after they were wiped away, silently telling her worries and fears these days.

Murong You closed his eyes, opened them again, and then struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Han Feng quickly helped him to sit up, let him lean on the bedpost, then turned around to carry the water, Murongyou leaned against the bedpost and panted slightly Then, the successive severe injuries to his body made him very weak, his physical strength was weak, and even his mind seemed a little confused.

He narrowed his eyes to watch Han Feng come back pouring water, and when she reached out to feed him, he stretched out her hand and pushed her hand away, his voice became hoarse and deep because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his eyes were fixed on her, and he tried his best to concentrate Focusing, "What about him?..." Hearing this, Han Feng's fingers stiffened slightly, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he fell silent for a while, Murong You's face was bloodless, looking very tired and haggard, "Where are others?..."

"Mr. Nalan, he..." Han Feng smiled faintly, with resentment and sadness, but also a kind of helplessness and compromise, "Mr. Nalan has a high fever, and he hasn't woken up yet..."

The corners of Murongyou's mouth curled up slightly, and he drew a sarcasm, closed his eyes, as if concentrating his mental and physical strength, the next moment he lifted the quilt and was about to get up and get out of bed, Han Feng was slightly taken aback, then stretched out his hand to press down on his shoulder, not letting him He got up, "Don't worry, with Prince Qing here, Mr. Nalan will be fine."

"Let go." Murongyou glanced at her coldly. Her face froze and she involuntarily let go of her hand. With a wave of Murongyou's hand, Han Feng was pushed aside by him. He got up and got out of bed. A strong sense of dizziness made his figure shake slightly, and he stretched out his hand to support the bedpost so as not to fall down. Seeing him like this, Han Feng shook his head suddenly, feeling the foolishness of this person for a moment, but his heart was so sour. Pain, water vapor welled up from her eyes, she smiled with tears in her eyes: How important is Nalan Mei to your heart?

"Let me help you go." She stretched out her hand to support him, he looked down at her, and she looked back at him, her phoenix eyes were golden with the sun, and her eyes were like water, "You probably don't know where he is."

After a long time, his low voice sounded in the room, "Take me to..."

The wind was silent, and the green leaves in the courtyard swayed slightly in the breeze, and the bright sunlight leaked down among the swaying leaves, swaying the transparent pale face in the tent, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was as white as paper , his lips were dry and cracked, and his black eyelashes became black and shiny because of sweat, as if he had fallen into purgatory. He frowned, struggled a few times from time to time, and his body trembled slightly due to the scorching heat.

In his dream, there was also a big red fire, with a ferocious face like a devil from hell, mocking him wantonly, he curled up, as if dreaming of something frightening, sweat slid down his forehead, The bangs on his forehead were soaked, and his hands tightly grabbed the bedding, and the backs of his hands were blue veins from too much force.

A gold needle was slowly pulled out from under his skin, Yue Duqing's face was a little tired, Nalan Mei had a high fever for several days, and he also stayed up all night for several days, he put the needle back into the acupuncture bag, and implanted it on the bed Washing his hands with clean water by the side, Yi, who had been watching all the time, saw that he had finished the injection, couldn't restrain the worry in his heart, and asked.

"Prince Qing, young master, he..."

Yue Duqing glanced at him lightly, then shifted his eyes to Nalan Mei, and was about to say something, when he caught a glimpse of a tall figure at the door, his dark and calm eyes suddenly deepened, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yi looked sideways.

At the door, a shadow stood upright, his clothes seemed to be stained with blood, and they were extremely dazzling under the direct sunlight. People can't look directly at him, however, his face is pale, his lips are bleeding, and there is endless weakness between the evil brows.

And his gaze, from the moment he appeared, has been fixed on the figure covered by the heavy veil, Yue Duqing stared at him for a moment, and said unceremoniously: "The lord came just in time."

Murongyou's eyes turned to him, his eyes dim.

Yue Duqing slowly took out a cloth towel to dry his hands, put down the cloth slowly, and looked at him with a calm expression, "The king has helped the leader to draw out the poison in the leader's body. Before it spread, I helped the leader to force it out, the leader is fine now, just need to rest for a while, here are some medicines to restore blood, I hope the leader will not dislike it." He said, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom Throwing it to Murongyou, Murongyou didn't accept it, but Han Feng stretched out his hand to catch it, his puzzled eyes shifted to Yueduqing, as if he didn't understand what he was doing.

"Since the lord is no longer in serious trouble, then we were even before." Yue Duqing turned serious, "Now, the national teacher of our country has exhausted his internal energy and fell into a coma because of forcing poison for the lord, and he has not yet woken up. Life and death have nothing to do with the lord, but the national teacher was born because of the lord, and I hope the lord will help him."

Although he said please, Murongyou could still hear a bit of aggressiveness from Yue Duqing's words. He frowned slightly, and turned his eyes to the figure covered by the heavy veil again, and said lightly, "Your method?"

"The national teacher has not entered the medicine stone so far. The leader just needs to feed him the medicine and the fever will subside tonight." Yue Duqing once again took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, like white jade without time, and threw it at Murong You , Murongyou stretched out his hand a little bit, and the porcelain bottle fell into his palm, and it was bitingly cold. He closed his eyes and tightened his palm, and looked up at Yue Duqing, who saw the expression in his eyes, and started to walk out the door. Walking, when passing by Murongyou, he stopped and smiled calmly, "The two palms hurt the lungs, the blood bruises persisted, and then exhausted the internal energy, and almost went mad, the leader, the national teacher, it's all because of you , you have to repay this favor no matter what..." After finishing speaking, he ignored Murong You and turned to leave.

Han Feng watched Yue Duqing leave, and then turned his gaze back to the people around him. He was squinting at the porcelain vase in his hand, but he couldn't see any thoughts in his expression.

Yi, who was standing upright in the room, raised his eyes to look at Murongyou, then turned back to look at the young master on the bed, after pondering for a while, he clasped his fists at Murongyou and disappeared into the room. Then, Murongyou held the door and began to cough violently stand up.

Han Feng hastily poured out a few pills from the porcelain bottle Qing Yuedu gave them just now, and handed them to him, but he waved them away with one hand, rolling to the ground like jade beads, Han Feng looked at the pills rolling on the ground, and suddenly sighed , but poured out a few pills and handed it to his mouth, and said softly, "Master Nalan is still waiting for you to feed the medicine, how can you do it like this?"

Hearing this, Murong You fell silent suddenly. He raised his eyes and looked into the room. After a while, he stretched out his hand to take the pill, slowly swallowed it in his mouth, and then stepped into the room. Han Feng wanted to help him follow He went in, but as soon as he lifted his legs, Murongyou's voice came, with an attitude that could not be refused, "You go down first."

Han Feng looked at him, then at the room, and after a little silence, he exited and closed the door behind him. She didn't leave, but gently leaned against the door, looking up at the sky, before she had time to laugh, Tears slid down the corners of the eyes first.

She loves him, so she wants to give him happiness and warmth for a lifetime, but if someone brings him more happiness and warmth than her, then she is willing to let go...

Because, she loves, loves so much that even if she leaves...

The sun was transparent and crystal clear, falling on Nalan Mei's face, the leaking eyelashes cast a halo under his eyes, brushed away his wet bangs with one hand, and slowly covered his forehead, pausing for a moment, following the arc of his face Sliding down, hesitantly pulled the quilt away from the edge of the quilt, and lifted Nalan Mei's thin shirt with a light hand. On the white jade-like skin, there was a palm print impressively, revealing lavender bruises, conspicuous exception.

Murong You slightly frowned.

As if feeling something, Nalan Mei suddenly struggled uncomfortably, he lifted the quilt unconsciously, the thin shirt slipped away during the struggle, revealing his white and flawless shoulders, then, he suddenly felt cold again, folded his arms Hugging himself, trembling uncomfortably, dreaming, sweat soaked his eyelashes, black and shiny, as light and ethereal as if dyed with mist, and as if he was crying helplessly and silently.

Murongyou stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and then pulled it lightly, Nalan Mei slowly leaned into his arms, Murongyou stretched out his hand to hug him tightly, and then pulled the quilt to cover him, for some reason, Nalan Mei was like this Gradually quiet in his arms, Murongyou took out the bottle of medicine, flicked open the cork, the strange fragrance immediately permeated, he drank it into his mouth without looking at it, lifted Nalan Mei's chin effortlessly, bent down face over-

At this time, Nalan Mei woke up, weak and empty, his eyes were slack, but still surprisingly bright, looking at Murong You out of focus, and stretched out his hand to caress his face uncertainly after a while, Nalan Mei suddenly smiled, pale and beautiful, "Are you alright...?"

Murong You hummed lightly, then kissed him without saying a word, pried open his lips, passed the pill in his mouth, Nalan Mei gently closed her eyes, trembling her eyelashes, and accepted it obediently. His kiss, after Murong You's lips left, he fell into a deep sleep in Murong You's arms.

That night, Nalan Mei's fever subsided...

Two days later, Nalan Mei completely woke up from her sleep. Although her complexion was still pale, she was in good spirits, and the palm prints on her chest also faded away. She turned her eyes to look at Murong You again, he was casually looking out of the window, but from his slightly soft profile, it is not difficult to see that he is actually in a good mood.

Two days later, Nalan Mei was able to get out of bed. Wearing a purple Confucian shirt, she was still graceful and outstanding. He is the only one who can stand side by side with Murongyou.

Looking at these, Han Feng kept smiling slightly, but couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.And all of this also fell into the eyes of Yue Duqing. He looked at the two people in the distance, slightly hesitating after closing his eyes, but still quietly put the letter in his hand into his arms...

At this time in Jinyang, the sun is still shining brightly, and the wind is gentle and gentle.

Yue Duyu was still sleeping, his face was peaceful and lovely, but Yuedu Tou seemed to be a different person, he lost a lot of weight, his face was haggard, his eyes were gloomy, full of pain and self-blame, he couldn't listen Without anyone's dissuasion, he just stayed by the bed like that, holding Yuedu's hand, never leaving, and didn't show up for several days in the morning.

Seeing this, Jing Ning shook her head secretly, but the next day, a piece of news quietly circulated in Jinyang: The Crown Princess is critically ill.

So, far away in Wuliang Mountain, the purple-clothed boy dropped the teacup in his hand——