She quickly recognized that the soft feeling plastered on her face was actually her exclusive flower towel. This soft and fragrant silk followed a big hand and gently wiped her forehead, eyebrows, nose, and corners of her mouth.
…
Although her body could not move in any way, every inch of her skin could still feel the warmth and refreshing brought by his gentle hands holding the flower towel.
"It seems that I am really paralyzed..." she thought sadly, feeling bitter, lonely, and the pain was blocked in her throat and could not be vented. She still didn't know how long she had been "paralyzed", but from Zhao Changyuan's tone just now,
What she heard was full of loneliness and sorrow. If she couldn't recover, what would he do? How could she bear the heart to let him spend most of his life guarding a living dead like her?
She howled silently and desperately in her heart: "God, please stop playing tricks on me, okay? If you want me to die, just give it a good time. Don't torture my husband, he is so pitiful!"
As long as she has any strength left, she will immediately strangle herself to death or hit herself to death. Death is indeed terrible, but judging from her current situation, it is actually a kind of relief.
It would have been fine if she was unconscious, but now, she was made conscious, her ears were sensitive, and she had a clear sense of touch. Was it to let her witness in person how Zhao Changyuan spent the rest of his life alone? Thinking of this, her heart began to pound again.
A throbbing pain arose. She would rather be abandoned by him and left to fend for herself than to have no ability to reach out and hug him when he was experiencing such pain, and there was no way to avoid it.
She was lost in frenzied worries, but she was unaware that he was so close. He wiped her body quietly, put on a clean shirt for her, then sat down beside her, grabbed her hand and gently
Knead gently.
The room was quiet for a long time, so quiet that Gong Yueyue felt a little creepy. She had given up her futile struggle and just pricked her ears desperately, listening to his breathing and feeling the rough but warm touch in his hands.
"You bad girl, you have been sleeping for more than a month. Do you really have so many naps?" He suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse than ever before, and his tone was calm and helpless. "I heard that you vomited medicine all over the floor again today...
It’s also my fault, I shouldn’t have forced you anymore.”
She listened intently, trying to figure out her current situation, but was afraid of missing a word.
"Madam, if you really don't want to wake up, just sleep peacefully. I will watch over you. Although you no longer speak or smile at me, as long as you are by my side and I can see you at any time, I have
I'm satisfied and I don't dare to force anything else."
This sentence was said calmly and firmly, with no hint of emotional twists and turns in the tone, but it already made Gong Yueyue feel heartbroken. God knows how much she wanted to wake up immediately, how much she wanted to reach out and hug him, smile at him and cry at him,
Talk to him endlessly.
Fortunately, she didn't see the smile on his dull face when he finished saying this, the corners of his mouth curved beautifully, and the corners of his eyes were also smiling, but the red eyes were filled with slightly pink tears... Let this
The smile was like the last brilliance left to the world by a pear blossom that had been damaged by the storm before it fell to the ground. In these days, he not only exhausted his energy, but also almost dried up his tears. So much so that his eyes stung with tears when facing the wind, and he felt uncomfortable when looking at things.
Somewhat difficult and blurry...
A man should not shed tears easily, this is what he has been keeping in mind for the past twenty years. He even felt extremely tired of Yang Yiyi always having tears on his face. But now he knows that when a person is heartbroken,
What flows out is not only tears, but also the strength that is stripped away from the whole body, the blood that flows out when the heart hurts to the extreme, and the helpless catharsis in despair...
Only now did he realize that he was actually so similar to the old Yang Yiyi; only now did he realize how humble a thing it was to love someone deeply. Thinking of this, he forced out a wry smile as if he was self-deprecating.
.Perhaps Gong Yueyue’s coming and leaving was simply a punishment from God.
"The doctors all say that our child is growing very well. With Miss Fu's help, he will be born smoothly. From now on, with our father and mother accompanying you, you will not be lonely."
He was still talking lightly, as if he was telling someone else's story. But his eyes couldn't help but blink hard because of the painful pain, and tears with some bloodshot eyes slipped out of his eyes.
"But you have to promise me that no matter what, you don't give up on yourself, don't give up on me. Don't deprive me of the only reason to live."
These words pierced Gong Yueyue's heart like a sharp blade. She immediately realized what his words meant. Even if she was paralyzed, she had to live well, otherwise, it would kill him. She knew
, he can say and do this.
When she collapsed even more, she suddenly felt a slight pain in her right index finger. It turned out that he had held it between his teeth and bit it lightly.
"Damn girl, I haven't scolded you yet, but Sixth Aunt told me that Dad Gangba didn't mean that I liked you at all. You, a liar, actually deceived me for so long. When you give birth to the child, let's see how I teach you a lesson."
Her dark eyes were like a movie screen, and his face appeared - one night last summer, he was holding a note with "Gangba Daddy" written on it in his hand, mistaking these three words for "I like you"
" means, my whole face flushed with joy...
Then flashed back to his wounds after fighting with a pack of wolves, and his heartbroken eyes. "Do you really don't want me anymore?" At that time, they were standing at the door of Yang's house. She wanted to run away, and he begged hard.
Then, he lay on the ground and picked up scraps of paper.
If she had known this, she might have hardened her heart completely...
If she had known today, she should not have delayed or escaped for a minute, she should have devoted all her strength to love him and cherish every moment with him...
Then at least in her long memories and imagination from now on, there will only be his simplest and most beautiful smile in the world. She thought to herself, and a cold drop of hot water patted her cheek. She screamed in her heart again,
I tried my best to open my eyes, or raise my hand to brush away his tears, even if it was the last time...
"Sixth Aunt taught me a sentence, please listen and see if what I said is right." His breath suddenly got closer and closer, so close that first the tips of their noses touched, and finally their lips touched: "Old...wife...
...Come on, hubby...I will always be by your side and protect you." An old man spoke in modern English awkwardly, which was no less bad than a Chinese speaking English for the first time.
Her cold and pale little face remained calm and calm, but when he turned around, held the basin and pushed the door to leave, a bright tear overflowed from the corner of his closed eyes, running through her hair and staining the pillow.
The recovery of consciousness this time was not permanent. Before Zhao Changyuan finished washing himself and returned to the room, Gong Yueyue's consciousness fell into chaos again. For her, I don't know if this is a kind of Lucky.
In the early morning of the next day, Fu Yun finished his breakfast and was just about to go to visit Gong Yueyue in her room when he was stopped by Yin Liang who came towards her: "Miss Fu, Mr. Pan wants to see you."
An unnatural look flashed across Fu Yun's brows: "Did he say what happened?"
"That's not true. I just ask you, girl, to move a little bit. Your Excellency will be waiting outside the inn."
"I know, I'll go right away."
Fu Yun is tall and thin, his loose robes gently swaying with his steps, and his face is cold and calm. He has a unique charm in this spring garden with flowers blooming.
When she walked out of the door of the post house, the figure waiting with her head lowered made her even more confused. "Xue Jiu?"
Now that Pan Zhuqing had broken through the layer of lovesickness, Master Jiu actually became nervous when facing his sweetheart. "Fu...Miss Fu...are you okay?"
"That's natural." Fu Yun's eyes were blankly floating in the air, which made a strong man like Master Jiu feel chilly in his heart. "Master Jiu, just say it if you have something to say." She saw that Xue Jiu was like a wooden stake. I stayed in the same place for a long time, and I couldn't help but feel a little impatient.
"Well, hemp...could you please give this recipe to General Zhao, girl?"
"This is..." She raised her eyebrows and took the prescription.
"These days, the young master and I have been looking for medicinal materials dealers everywhere, and we happened to meet a Miao man. His family has been making medicinal materials for generations, and he knows all the medicinal materials that are on the market and those that are not. . He slightly modified the prescription given by Imperial Physician Xu, and replaced the two medicinal ingredients for breaking Qi and blood with other herbal medicines. The eldest young master has consulted the Imperial Physician, and even if it really has no effect, he will not take it. What danger?" He said so many words in one breath to his powerful sweetheart, poor Master Jiu could hardly breathe.
Fu Yun sighed softly and smiled lightly: "Brother Pan, why don't you personally give this favor to General Zhao?"
"Miss Yun'er also knows that the man surnamed Zhao is somewhat suspicious of our eldest young master. Saving people is more important now, and he doesn't want to cause trouble. Let Miss Yun'er do the talking, which will save a lot of trouble."
Fu Yun put the prescription into his sleeve and murmured: "He always thinks so thoughtfully."
After the matter was done, everything that needed to be said was said, but Xue Jiu had finally met Fu Yun once, so naturally she didn't want to turn away so quickly. After thinking about it, she found a topic that she thought was a good one: "How is Mrs. Zhao? ?”
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Fu Yun stopped him again: "Wait..."
He felt secretly happy and turned around with a red face, but still did not dare to look at the person.
"Have you had very little sleep recently?" Fu Yun asked expressionlessly.
Hearing this sentence made Master Jiu feel very happy. What else could this mean if he didn't care? "Well, the cities in the border areas have not been peaceful recently. We are on the road most of the time."
She took out a small sachet from her sleeve and spread it out in front of him and said: "This sachet contains more than ten herbs. It has a calming effect. If Master Jiu doesn't mind, just take it and play with it."
Master Jiu was overjoyed and took the sachet: "Thank you, Miss Fu!"
But the next second, his mood hit rock bottom again.
"And...please bring another one to your eldest young master." She used magic to pull out a more unique sachet and handed it over with her head lowered. (To be continued)