Although his voice was wild and unruly, Leng Ning could clearly hear that it contained more helplessness and loneliness.
It turns out that, like her, he is a person who cannot trust others and always hopes to have everything in his own hands.
Rather break than bend!
Staring at the face so close to him, Leng Ning was neither angry nor resentful, but instead felt a sense of sympathy in his heart.
"It turns out that you are more pitiful than me!"
At least, she still has God's gift. Looking at this world, there is at least one person she can care about and trust.
And he, who has nothing, has been pretending to be crazy and stupid for more than ten years. The only one he can trust is himself. He has to be vigilant even when sleeping. How pitiful.
Jiu'er was stunned in place, expecting to hear her curse, but he didn't expect her to say such a sentence.
Deep in my heart, a warm ripple overflowed from the softest corner.
He forced his body to carry her to the bed and lay her down. He weakly sat next to her, "Don't worry, I will let you go when Tianci wakes up. I really am not lying to you!"
"Why?!" Leng Ning tried his best to turn his face in his direction, "You tried every means to bring Tianci and I into the palace, why are you letting us go now?!"
Since he was able to suppress the poison in his body, it was obvious that the vomiting of blood when he collided with the eldest prince was deliberate. No matter how stupid Leng Ning was, he would have thought that he deliberately wanted her and Tianci to enter the palace.
"Because I changed my mind!" Jiu'er didn't look at her, stood up and walked to the closet, carefully placed her fingers on Tianci's wrist vein, and said after a moment, "Don't worry, he should wake up soon, wait until dark
By that time, you will be able to leave the palace!"
He turned around and stared at the mess that the two men had made on the ground. He carefully stepped over the fragments of the table on the floor and walked to the wall. He straightened the crooked painting and looked at the painting on the wall intently. He raised his lips slightly.
He seemed to be remembering the good times when he was young, and a very innocent smile appeared on his pale face.
"This was painted by my father. I was just seven years old at that time, and I was as big as God is now. Look, my mother is so beautiful!" He raised his finger and rubbed the face of the painted woman with nostalgia, "It's a pity that I
Her father is the emperor, otherwise she might have a few more years to live. This palace may seem prosperous, but there is no room for people like her. Whether it is a child or a woman, being too outstanding will always make people jealous!"