Murong Jue sat diagonally across from her. Seeing her purse her lips and say nothing, he waited patiently and slowly suppressed the emotions that should not have surged in his heart!
"Zhizhi...zhizhi..." The little guy started to become irritable, staring at him with a pair of clear and psychic eyes, and his whole body leaned forward, as if he was about to launch an attack in the next second!
Leng Wuxin's eyes were dark, and there was confusion and embarrassment in her purple pupils, but she still stroked Qingcheng's head to make it quiet, and then took the guqin and started playing as he wished!
This song was composed by her two years ago. She was drunk at the time, and she played it carelessly when she had nowhere to vent the pain she had been suppressing in her heart, but it became another swan song of its own accord.
!
There used to be a trace of yearning for happiness in the heaven and the world, but now the dream of life and death is just waiting for the moment when the flowers wither and fall...
If there is true love in this world, why can't she get it?
In the past, she would believe in the affection he gave her, but now... Even if she looks at his white hair on his shoulders right in front of her, even if he dies in her own hands, she feels it is not enough!
"That's enough!" Murong Jue suddenly shouted coldly. The sudden sound made Leng Wuxin's thoughts stop, and he accidentally cut his finger on the slender strings!
"Hiss~~" She frowned in pain, and the emptiness and obscurity in her eyes disappeared instantly.
"How are you?" Murong Zhan asked nervously. Without thinking much, he pulled her injured hand in front of his eyes. When he saw snow seeping from his fingertips, his eyebrows furrowed even deeper!
"I'm sorry!" Leng Wuxin said with his hands back, hugged Qingcheng, stood up, and ran out of Yuanzi without waiting for a moment!
Murong Jue looked at her leaving back and felt confused. He wanted to not care about it, but when he saw her wandering thoughts just now, he could not help but think of Qingcheng and listen to her playing this song of sadness and despair.
When playing "Drunken Life, Dreams of Death", he will think of "Heaven and Earth" played by Qingcheng, why they are two different faces, why he and she should be strangers, but he feels familiar with her, why he always feels familiar with her.
Will he regard her as Qingcheng?
"Third brother..." Murong Lie also felt that something was wrong with Murong Jue today. His mood had always been cold and calm since the death of his third sister-in-law, but today he kept embarrassing Leng Wuxin, and even used that unusual look in his eyes.
Look at her!
Murong Jue said nothing, Huo De stood up and walked out of Yuanzi! He had to go back, he wanted to go back...
Murong Zhan looked at them with sad eyes as they left one after another, and doubts arose in his heart! His intuition told him that there might be something between the two of them that he didn't know about...
Leng Wuxin, who ran out just now, has returned to her room, her fingertips are still bleeding, and Qingcheng, who is on the couch, rubs his head against her, then takes her injured finger in his mouth and starts sucking her blood!
Leng Wuxin lay back, the scene just now was still playing out in front of her eyes. When she raised her eyes to look at Murong Jue, her eyes seemed to have penetrated into his heart at that moment. He saw that he was struggling, and when he saw him, he also
Painful, but...
"Even you know he is acting, right?" Leng Wuxin asked quietly, lowering his eyes to look at the little white fox who was taking drugs for himself.
Qingcheng couldn't answer her, she could only wag her tail and look at her with a pair of bright eyes!
Leng Wuxin curled her lips and smiled. She knew that this time he was still acting. Of course, she wouldn't be fooled again!
One trust made her lose her own flesh and blood, and one trust almost cost her her life. He no longer cares about his love for her, and now she only comes for one purpose!
Leng Wuxin closed her eyes and lay back on the couch. Her face was pale because she had lost too much blood.
After Qingcheng sucked up the venom for her, Leng Wuxin also fell asleep. He lay quietly beside her and guarded her, looking ahead with his bright black eyes, as if he was still frowning and worried about her!
In fact, the greatest ability of this polar snow fox is that it is immune to all poisons, but it is impossible to eliminate all poisons from Leng Wuxin.
"Woooo..." The little guy was sad and lay on the couch with his head hanging down for a while. Finally, he jumped off the bed, opened the door and ran out.
But after Fan Leng Wuxin is drugged, his physical strength will be much lower than usual, and even his will will be in chaos!
The little guy ran out to find Murong Zhan. It liked him quite a lot after getting along with him recently. Leng Wuxin is very weak right now. If someone is willing to instill some inner strength into her, her recovery will be faster!
In the past, such work was done by Shen Yi in the Fire Palace, but now in the Prince's Mansion, that man cannot show up!
Just when the little guy was running towards the colorful garden, Murong Jue saw him walking along the path. This fox was very spiritual, and Leng Wuxin carried it with him wherever he went. Now it was the one running around. Could something have happened to her?
Murong Jue was startled. He was going to the front house to leave, but he also changed direction and rushed towards the place where the little fox ran over just now.
Murong had no idea why he cared so much about her, and now he walked there as his heart moved, fearing that the woman would do something stupid because of his indifferent treatment just now...
When he came to Yuanzi, the door was slightly open. Such a gap must have been caused by the little guy running out just now!
Murong Jue hesitated when he stood at the door. She was so afraid of him. If he went in rashly and found that she was fine, wouldn't it only increase the embarrassment?
He thought and became entangled in his heart! But not long after he stood at the door, he realized that it was very quiet inside. Such silence made him unable to think about it anymore.
Murong Jue strode forward and pushed open the door. What he saw was the beautiful woman lying on the couch with a pale face. From his point of view, she seemed to be not breathing!
"Qingcheng..." He shouted uncontrollably, but the name that came out was not hers!
Leng Wuxin seemed to hear someone calling her in her dream, but who could it be?
Xiao Ran? Or Master...
She slowly opened her eyes, and in her hazy vision she saw someone standing there, but she couldn't see who it was!
Her consciousness was half awake and half dreaming. During this period of time, she was vulnerable. Once someone wanted to kill her, she had no power to resist, but... because it was him, he would not hurt her!
Murong Jue's heart was beating wildly, he actually called Qingcheng's name at this moment! Is he crazy?
When Leng Wuxin lost consciousness again, his eyes froze as he stared at her.
He didn't waste any more time, strode towards the couch, and put his warm hand on her forehead!
Cold touch, why is everything about her so like her?
Murong Jue frowned and his eyes fell on her injured fingertips again. If he remembered correctly, the scratch just now shouldn't have been that deep. Why did it become like this now?
Murong Jue was puzzled, but he didn't delve into it further. Saving her was the most important thing right now!
He took her pulse first, and it was a little weak. When he saw her again, her face was pale and bloodless. Even if she didn't understand medical science, she knew she had lost too much blood!
Murong Juehong pursed her lips slightly, supported her body with one hand, and gently held her catkins with the other hand, instilling his inner energy from her palm into her body.
There were only two of them in this quiet place, and time seemed to have gone back to the past. Murong Jue looked at this unfamiliar face up close. Although her facial features were exquisite, they were far inferior to Qingcheng's face.
He knew that the woman he was palpitating at the moment was not her, but he couldn't control the panic-stricken presence. Right now, when he was holding her soft body and holding her cool tenderness in his palm, he actually felt that he was pregnant
The woman in it is her!
--boom--
A loud noise brought Murong Jue back from his immersed thoughts. He suppressed the sadness in his eyes and looked sideways at the door. There was Murong Zhan and the little white fox named 'Qingcheng'!
"Squeak, squeak..." The little guy screamed when he saw Murong Jue hugging Leng Wuxin, and ran towards the bed without caring about anything. His light and snow-white body jumped onto the bed, and then he blinked.
Time bit the back of Murong Jue's hand!
He frowned at the sudden pain, but he did not release his hand immediately.
"Third brother!" Murong Zhan was also very happy just now. He hugged Leng Wuxin, but when he saw that he was injured and didn't let go, he shouted out worriedly.
Murong Jue pursed his lips and adjusted his internal strength before letting go. At that time, the little guy was still biting him tightly and wouldn't let go!
He lowered his eyes and stared at it, and Qingcheng stared back at him with hostility. At this moment, he was not angry but smiling. He stroked Leng Wuxin with one hand and lay down, then patted its head gently with his big palm!
"Hmm..." Qingcheng bit him, her words unclear, but she still made a sound to warn him.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt her!" Murong Jue said. At this time, Murong Zhan also came over, stared at Leng Wuxin and then looked at the little white fox who was eager to protect his master!
"Qingcheng, she's okay, let go!" Murong Jueqi said in a loud voice. During the days he spent with Leng Wuxin, he often saw her talking to it, so he naturally understood that the little one could understand their words.
Sure enough, Qingcheng really relaxed her mouth after hearing what Murong Zhan said, but she still stayed by Leng Wuxin's side with high vigilance, her dark eyes still looking at Murong Jue, for fear that he would do something else.
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"Third brother, are you okay?" Murong Zhan saw that the back of his hand was bitten deeply, and several holes were still bleeding.
"It's okay. Send the imperial doctor from the palace to take a look at her!" Murong Jue didn't take his injury seriously. He glanced at Leng Wuxin briefly, stood up and left.
Murong Zhan looked at his leaving figure and thought about the way he looked at Leng Wuxin just now. He felt an indescribable feeling in his heart...