Sima Rui stared at his hands in a daze, remembering her cool eyes without any sadness but seeming to flow with despair when she left, her pale face, her stubbornness in insisting on leaving his support, and her sad smile.
, remembering that she said to herself without any blame: "Your Majesty, I would have blocked it for you, and I will block it for you no matter what."
Somewhere in his heart suddenly collapsed, and an indescribable trickle slowly flowed into it. I don't know why, but he actually regretted it when he pulled her over with these hands. Seeing her hurt, his whole body hurt.
The pain made him almost breathless. Even the thought in his mind at that time was that he would rather be injured than her. He regretted it, he regretted it. But it was too late.
Watching her pull out the sword inch by inch, the blood drops dripping from her bitten lip onto the palm of his hand, her face was cold, her eyes were empty, nothing else could be seen in his heart or eyes.
He could only see her. He suddenly felt that the injuries on her body were also painful on him, and he also felt that the blood on his body was flowing away, and he was also enduring the pain of cutting his skin.
Just as it was instinctive for her to protect him, it was also instinctive for him to pull her to protect him. If it were anyone else, he would do the same. It is an instinct trained by an emperor. His father has told him since he was a child that he would encounter such a situation.
, he only had to pull the person next to him to block the fatal blow, and he would have the opportunity to surprise the assassin with a fatal blow. However, after seeing her injured, he completely forgot all the instructions he had trained when he was a child. He forgot to give the assassin a fatal blow.
The assassin struck a fatal blow and forgot everything, everything around him, and it was as if there was nothing around him. There was only her screaming in pain, only the blood pouring out of her mouth, and only her falling backwards.
figure.
For the first time, he panicked, for the first time he was afraid, for the first time unknown fear emerged from the bottom of his heart. He was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear in front of him like a wisp of smoke. Her body was so light, as light as
She wanted to leave him. He wanted to catch her and prevent her from leaving. But when he saw his usually obedient and obedient son looking at him with such fierce eyes, he felt guilty. He let go.
Hand, let her leave. Looking at their figures stumbling away, Sima Rui suddenly felt that that person was close at hand, but far away in the world.
Will she disappear?
Sima Rui shuddered when he thought of this. He hurriedly retracted his distracted gaze. He was the emperor, and more importantly, his beloved concubine had fetal motility and needed her comfort. That is the precious blood of the royal family.
.Even though he doesn't care at all.
But the people of this country will care.
This is his responsibility.
For a long time, he could only say softly in that direction: "I'm sorry."
She closed her eyes, not sure whether she felt sad or guilty. There were so many concubines around her, but she was the only one who stood up to protect her. The others had already been running away to save their lives. Although the assassin had planned to come, he only came alone.
, so it didn’t work out. Sima Rui lowered his eyes. Is she the only one who treats him sincerely? Is she really the special one?
After I told him, I clearly felt that the distance between the dagger on my neck had become much wider.
Returning to Luoshuang Palace, the green tattoo had been burned there early. He got into the sedan chair to help me, and was startled when he saw an extra person inside. He wanted to save me, but I smiled at him: "Don't stretch your legs.
Take good care of him." Then he passed out.
In my daze, I could only vaguely hear a lot of noises around me, and there were many figures floating around in front of my eyes. I wanted to get up and ask them to stop arguing, but I couldn't exert any strength in my body. My mouth said
No words came out.
I wandered back and forth in one dream after another, my body was always cold, and there was pain somewhere, so painful that I didn't want to wake up or open my eyes.
In the haziness, I saw a door with ancient flower patterns carved in front of me. There were many black and brown painted flowing cloud patterns on it, which was very classical and imposing. I stepped forward and opened the door. The door seemed to be old because of its age.
It made a dry "quacking" sound, like a hoarse old man moaning.
There was darkness inside the door, and in the distance, dark green light seemed to be shining dimly in the darkness.
I walked towards the light, and from a distance, I saw a figure that looked like an old man smiling at me. He looked at me tenderly, and bowed to me respectfully. I was confused, but he suddenly smiled softly.
"Do you hate it? Don't want to wake up?"
I looked at him strangely: "Who are you?"
"Do you hate it?"
"What do you hate?" My mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything at all.
"Hate his ruthlessness, hate him for using you, hate him for using you as a shield..."
The memory quickly disappeared from me like running water, and my brain became more and more painful. Those hands holding me kept flashing back, and that scene kept reappearing. I shook my head, raised my head, and there was silence in my eyes, "I don't hate.
"
"If you don't hate me, why don't you want to wake up? Why are you running away from yourself?"
I lowered my head and murmured: "I just can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?"
I raised my head and stared at him seriously: "The emperor has feelings."
He smiled softly: "Do you not believe you, or do you not believe him? Go back quickly, go back quickly, you shouldn't stop here."
"Hey - who are you?" Before I could wait for the answer, a piece of soft white swept me into a bottomless whirlpool, and my body gradually began to feel warmer.
In the emptiness, a voice seemed to come from the hollow place: "I have always been by your side——"
There seemed to be something warm and soft licking my cheek, and it felt wet.
"Don't make trouble-" I muttered.
But the strange feeling still didn't stop. I raised my hand angrily and slapped it away. There was a sharp pain, and I got up with a "swish". There was another sharp pain under the collarbone. I groaned and fell into the quilt again.
, this loud noise also woke up the person lying next to my bed. When I turned my head and looked around, I saw Yun Ying getting up with a sleepy look on his face, and I also saw a ball of white fluff.
The thing turned out to be Xiaobai, the culprit, looking at me with a smile on his face arrogantly. He didn't forget to stick out his tongue to look at me. I remembered that the wet feeling must be its masterpiece.
Thinking of the pain in my palm in the dream, I raised my hand and saw that my right hand was bandaged with thick white strips. Thinking of the stinging sensation of being penetrated that night, I gasped. Could it be that I was disabled?
Confuse.
Yun Ying finally woke up completely. When she saw that I was awake, she jumped up happily and said ecstatically: "Master, Master, you finally woke up. It's great, great." She originally wanted to give me a message.
He wanted to hug me, but he stopped because of my injury.
"I'm going to tell Mr. Qing, Su Da, and..." She couldn't wait to get up. Maybe she stayed in that position for too long and almost fell to the ground. She laughed nonchalantly and continued to run out.
Because of my touch just now, waves of severe pain hit my body. My cold sweat quickly soaked my back. I saw a faint red overflow under the collarbone. It must have been a split wound. Lying on the bed
After thinking for a while, my thoughts gradually became clearer. By the way, I brought someone with me when I came here. I don't know what's going on now.
I didn't expect to see that person under such circumstances.
But thinking of his assassination, my eyes became cold.