Bing Ning recalled the way to the woodshed that night. She was walking in the garden. Before she had walked a few steps, she saw Chu Ziming sitting in the pavilion wearing a crescent-colored gown. When he saw him, he stood up and greeted him.
Asked, "Where are we going?".
Bing Ning said politely, "Just take a walk." Her clear eyes looked at the wound on his forehead, "How are you feeling today? Are you feeling better?".
"It's better, thank you for your concern." Chu Ziming's lips curved into a smile, his deep eyes looked at Bing Ning intently, and he suddenly asked, "Have you always lived in Samian Country?".
Bing Ning was startled, did he say he found something? Then he said, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"Just asking casually," Chu Ziming replied in a low voice, observing Bing Ning's frightened expression with his sharp eyes. She did not answer directly. Could it be that she went to the Samian country later? Also, I heard before that she seemed to have lost...
Memory, why did she lose her memory? Why does it feel like there are so many mysteries in her body? After thinking about it, she asked, "Do you believe in the theory of seeing the King of Hell after death?".
"Believe it," Bing Ning said with certainty, without a trace of doubt in her tone, because she had met the King of Hell two years ago, and Chu Ziming must have also seen him yesterday.
She answered so simply! Chu Ziming suddenly smiled and said, "I met the King of Hell yesterday. What do you think I asked the King of Hell?".
"I'm not interested in knowing," Bing Ning said in a warm but guilty voice, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." Chu Ziming planned to go back to the wing, but it seemed that he couldn't go see Lan Die'er now. Suer
Feeling that his arm was grabbed by a somewhat excited big hand, he turned back and looked at Chu Ziming's evil face, with an expression that was hard to fathom, and he said, "I thought you were dead, and I would like to chase you."
Go and ask the King of Hell where you are? The King of Hell said, you have not come to the underworld, and there is not even a woman named Bing Ning in the Yang world. Since you also believe that the King of Hell is real, then tell me, who are you? Why are you in the underworld?
Never had you?".
I thought you were dead and wanted to chase you. This sentence touched Bing Ning's heartstrings lightly, but... Bing Ning's cold and waveless eyes looked at Chu Ziming, with a cold feeling.
Alienated, took off Chu Ziming's hand, and said calmly, "Do you know White Fox?".
"What?" Chu Ziming was stunned, "What white fox?".
"The reason why I don't exist in the underworld is because I am a reborn white fox, a thousand-year-old white fox. I only come here to repay my kindness." Bing Ning said seriously, "Repay your kindness, right?"
Saving oneself and protecting oneself is grace.
Chu Ziming chuckled, with a hint of bitterness hidden in his laughter, "Ning'er, you are really a smart woman, what a white fox, what a repayer of kindness, so you are only kind to Wanyan Mo, but not ruthless.
In other words, you don’t have him in your heart yet, right?”.
Chu Ziming's question was very simple but very sharp. Bingning didn't know how to answer it for a moment. She looked at the sea of flowers and was silent for a long time before saying, "When Mrs. Ling gives birth to the child safely,
, I will leave."
"This is a way of escaping. You dare not face the true feelings in your heart. You understand my heart, and there are traces of me in your heart unknowingly!" Chu Ziming's bewitching and pleasant voice
As if stating a fact, he excitedly grabbed Bing Ning's delicate hand and said, "The kindness can be repaid in another way, not just in this way. Don't suppress your feelings, and don't run away."
It was as if something hit Bing Ning's heart, causing her to retreat suddenly and say in a cold voice, "Pluto, please respect yourself. You are too worried. I treat you just like an ordinary person, no different."
"Really?" Chu Ziming said in a loud voice, "Then why did you cry so sadly last night? It doesn't seem like you were crying. Unless it was something that made you particularly sad and difficult to control, it can be seen that you are right.
I have feelings."
"I'm only crying because you are like this because you saved Mo. I only cry out of guilt and nothing else." After Bing Ning finished speaking, she quickly turned around and walked towards her own room. The beautiful figure felt like she was running away.
The smell was contained in it, and she heard Chu Ziming shouting behind her, "Do you know why I tried my best to save Wanyan Mo? Because if you are alive, I don't want to see you sad!"...
Lying behind a thick tree, Tao Zi looked at Bing Ning with gloomy eyes. If not Bing Ning, who was she? Why was the prince so interested in her? It seemed that her biggest enemy was not pregnant.
Ling Hanhe is pregnant, but Bing Ning!
On the way back to the wing, Bing Ning was a little out of breath due to walking in a hurry. How could this useless body be like Lin Daiyu, who had been weak all day long and walked feebly to a towering tree, resting on it with her delicate hands, Chu Zi
Ming's handsome face lingers in her mind. How is it possible to have feelings for him? No, she cried just because she was anxious, just because Mo Ruo knew that Chu Ziming died to save him, and she would definitely blame herself.
She just didn't want Mo to blame himself, yes, that must be the case.
'Chirp - chirp' The uneasy cry of the little chick interrupted Bing Ning's thoughts. She looked around and saw that for some reason, a little chick with not yet fully fledged wings was on the ground. At this moment, it was flapping.
It has two small wings, but no matter how much it wants to fly, it can't fly. It looks very pitiful.
Bing Ning walked slowly to the little chick, knelt down, picked it up delicately and carefully, put it in the palm of her hand and looked at its bright and frightened little eyes, and played the piano to the bird and said, "Little chick, why did you fall?
?Where is your home?”.
The little chick just chirped "chirp-chirp", seeming to know that Bing Ning meant no harm and seemed to be too tired, so it rubbed its little head against the palm of her hand, and then tried to find a comfortable position to sleep.
"Hey, you can't use my hand as a nest," Bing Ning said funny, looking up at the towering tree, she suddenly felt dizzy.
In a shady place with woods, the same girl in strange clothes stood in the middle of the tree branch holding a little crow, as if saying to the little crow, "Little crow, little crow, this is because you met me, you are so kind."
Ling Dandan... Just when she was about to retreat, a big crow approaching from far away bumped into her head, causing her to fall headfirst from the tree.
"It's so chaotic." Bing Ning closed her eyes involuntarily, feeling flustered, and slowly squatted on the ground. The picture in her mind switched to a side room. Ancient Ling Dandan woke up from the bed. She could hear Ling Dandan's voice.
What I was saying in my heart was, 'She is - she has traveled through...the soul of the 21st century...' Suddenly she opened her eyes, and there was a sense of surprise and arousal in her eyes!